Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Goddamn, I love you.” I fuck him with one finger, then two, twisting and opening him up for me. My dick is leaking, his doing the same against his belly. My skin prickles with energy, with this feeling of rightness I only get from him.
“That’s enough. Just fuck me, baby. Need you so much.”
“Christ, me too.” I pull my fingers out, lube up my cock, then press inside him, his body letting me in like it’s been waiting for me. It’s so hot inside him, so tight, made for my cock, as we stare into each other’s eyes while I fill him.
Somehow, the blue in his gaze is brighter than I’ve ever seen it, even more than it was when I picked him up, like everything about him had been dimmed before but now he was setting himself free.
I lean down and kiss his lips, once, twice, then pull back and snap my hips forward again.
“Needed this. More,” he begs.
I give it to him the way East needs, the way we both do, hard and fast, claiming. Taking what we missed and showing each other that no matter what happens, we’ll find a way to have this, to have everything we want.
I pull out just to tug him up. He moves so he’s on his hands and knees, and then I’m filling him again, fingers digging into his hips, East pushing back, fucking himself on me, taking what’s his.
“Oh fuck. God. You don’t even know. Nothing like having you inside me, feeling you and knowing you’re mine.”
“So fucking yours,” I reply, then tug him up, still on his knees, his back against my chest.
East turns his head so I can take his mouth, my tongue fucking into it while our hips snap together, his ass sucking me in, welcoming me home.
There’s a tingle at the base of my spine, a warmth filling my gut. I chase the sensation while wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking him and kissing him and fucking him.
East cries out into the kiss, his ass tightening around me, the hot spurt of his cum sliding between my fingers. My balls draw up, empty into him, my vision blurry as I twitch and fill him with everything that’s inside me.
We fall to the mattress together, a heap of sweating limbs, heavy breaths, and sated bodies.
“Come’ere.” I pull him to me, East automatically hooking his leg over my hip, kissing me while I push two fingers into his cummy hole.
We just breathe each other in for a moment, hold each other, before he says, “Feels like it did before…only…”
“Better,” we say in unison, smiling. It was perfect before, but some fucking way, it’s even better now.
“Will you move in with me?” East asks.
“Nowhere else I’d rather be. As long as you don’t mind that I’m unemployed,” I tease.
“I don’t care.”
“I can sell my house…”
“Yes. That. Do that.”
I smile and kiss him again, slide my fingers in and out of him, ready to take on whatever the future holds. We can beat anything as long as we’re together.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Easton
Everyone is already at Daphne and Frank’s house when we arrive—Morgan, Dusty, Rhett, Cass, Meadow, Cora, Simone, and baby Hazel.
It’s Daphne who reaches me first, that kind smile on her face that reminds me of how a mom looks at her child. “We missed you.”
I look down, slightly embarrassed. “Missed you too.” I pull her into a hug.
“I’m so proud of you,” she whispers. “Allison would be too.”
My heart pounds in the best way. I want that. Want my mom to be proud of me, but also… “I’m proud of me too.”
Everyone says their hellos, offering hugs and pats on the back. I can’t pretend my stomach isn’t a mess, that nerves aren’t wreaking havoc on me. That there won’t always be parts of me that shy away from attention or want to slink into the background. That’s just who I am, and that will never change. And I’m okay with that. But this? This is really fucking nice too.
“You look good,” Morgan says, pulling me into a hug.
“I feel good. Maybe not totally good, but better. Are you?”
“Yeah, still seeing the therapist. We’re in this together, little brother.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He steps back for Rhett to approach, my oldest brother looking unsure. “You did good, East,” he finally says.
“Yeah, I did.”
“I’m proud of you. I…yeah, good job. You deserve it.” He surprises me with a hand on the back of my head, pulling me close to press a kiss on my forehead.
I don’t know how to react for a moment. I’m twenty-eight years old—I spent my birthday in inpatient—and that’s the first time in my life my brother has ever kissed me.
“Uncle Archer’s been bringing me to your house. I’ve been playing with the dogs a lot. I made them some new clothes too,” Meadow says, pulling me out of my thoughts.