“You’re here.”
“I am,” he whispers as he lifts the hem of my nightgown and pulls it over my head, holding me naked in his embrace. “You didn’t answer me if you missed me or not,” he coos as one of his hands cups my pussy. “But then again, you don’t need to. Your body always tells me everything I need to know.”
He begins to play with my clit, my body singing in delight, relishing his touch. It takes all the fortitude I have to grab his wrist and halt his assault.
“Scar—”
“No, East. Not before you answer me one thing.”
“Playing hard to get?” he teases, kissing the tip of my nose. “You should know by now that I love playing games with you.”
He grabs the nape of my neck, his cock already hard as steel against my thigh. But all of that will have to wait.
“Not tonight, Easton. No games.” I shake my head.
He sees the seriousness of my convictions, and his slanted grin slips from his face.
“Ask me whatever you want, Scar. I’ll never lie to you. All you have to do is ask.”
“Are you home for good?”
“I am,” he answers truthfully, his bloodshot eyes filled with worry that I might push him away, or not love him anymore.
How he can be so cocky with some things and so insecure about others will always be a mystery to me.
“Will you ever leave me again?” I continue with my interrogation.
“No, Scar. Unless you decide you don’t want me anymore. Maybe not even then.”
“Good answer,” I reply with a smug smile, so he knows there is nothing to fear.
“Do you want to ask me anything else, or can I make love to my girl now?” He arches up his brow, his cocky grin returning to his lips.
“Just one more thing.”
“Scar, you’re killing me right now,” he groans in frustration, rubbing his erection on my leg.
Seeing his pain should hurt my heart, but right now, it’s proof of how much he wants me. With one hand, I grab onto his shaft, a hiss springing free from his lips.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“Not yet,” I tease.
The little chuckle he lets out warms my soul.
“If for some reason you need to escape and leave Asheville again, I won’t wait for my invitation to come with you. Where you go, I go. Is that understood?”
He nods, his cock only swelling at my order.
“I know there are monsters in the world, East. But as long as we face them together, there isn’t anything we can’t overcome. Remember that the next time your first impulse is to leave me behind. It’s you and me, East. Always.”
“I know, baby, and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Good.”
“Now, can I fuck you?”
“I thought you were going to make love to me?” I can’t help but instigate him.
“Ah, Scar. No matter which way I take you, it’s always to show you how much I love you. Because I do, baby. Since the first day I saw you, I have loved you, and only you.”
“I know.”
“Wait.” He chuckles, amused mirth sparkling in his glorious gray eyes. “Did you just Han Solo me?”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about. Nor do I care right now,” I retort, pushing him onto his back.
Whatever cute comeback he was about to say quickly dies on his lips when I grab his hard length and slide it into my slick core. We both moan at the connection, words no longer necessary. Because this, right here, is everything our hearts yearn to say to one another, and so much more.
“Jesus, I missed you,” he moans, his hands digging into my hips as he guides me up and down his length. “I felt I was dying each day with the thought I could never be inside you again.”
“You’ll never have to be afraid again. That will never happen,” I vow, my palms flat on his hard chest to support me.
My head falls back all on its own when Easton hits that one pressure point inside me that has me seeing stars.
“Easton!”
“I know, baby. It’s going to be fast for me, too. I’ve missed you too damn much for it not to,” he groans, flicking my clit with his thumb to increase the white glare blurring my vision.
The way he keeps slamming into me like he wants to split me open has me crying out my orgasm.
“Fuck, Scar,” he shouts, pounding into me two more times before my pussy milks him dry.
I fall onto his chest, loving that his heart is still beating the same rhythm as mine.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you wanted to knock me up,” I say after being able to catch my breath.
“As much as the idea intrigues me, I’m too selfish a bastard to want to share you with anyone. At least for now,” he replies, tilting my chin up so he can look at my face.
“Is that so? Then why do you rarely use protection?”
“Because when I first snooped around your house, I went through your medicine cabinet and found out you were on the pill. The minute I got my test results telling me I was clean, there was no way I was not gonna fuck you raw from then on out.”
“What about me? We never talked about my sex life before you.”
The light slap on my ass is just to mess with me, but the sting has an underlying threat there.
“I knew you were clean. You wouldn’t have slept with me if you weren’t. I don’t want to have the whole ‘sex list talk’ either. I’m pretty sure the lucky fucker who popped your cherry was Brad-fucking-Peterson back in high school. I should have kicked his knee caps in when I had the chance. Please don’t remind me I didn’t because I get murderous every time I think about it. I don’t even want to consider there being others after him. Just knowing one guy had what was always mine makes me insane.”
“I wasn’t ready for you then, and you weren’t ready for me, either. We had to find our way to each other at our own pace. Otherwise, we might have lost this if we rushed it.”
His eyes glimmer as they gaze into mine, such love and awe swimming in his silver pools, cementing in me the knowledge that I’m right. We would always find ourselves here at this very moment if we just gave each other enough time to understand it was always inevitable.
“How’s your mom?” I ask, drawing circles on his chest with my finger.
“Better now that Richard is with her.” He smiles sincerely. “But you know as well as I do, she’ll never fully be okay.”
“Yeah, I know.”
If a guy’s sex tape gets leaked, then he’s the man, but when it’s a woman, she’s forever labeled a slut. It doesn’t matter that her privacy was violated, or that she was making love to her husband. When people look at her from this point on, all they will see is her at her most vulnerable, not the loving and altruistic woman that she is. Society, as we know it, is perverse. It takes one beautiful moment between man and wife and turns it ugly. It will be hard for Naomi to overcome the stigma, but as long as she surrounds herself with people who value her and truly love her, she will hopefully make it through the storm.