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“Wow. Did you make this? It’s so cool! Thank you, Easton.” This time when she hugs me, my body isn’t too tight at all…and I even hug her back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Archer
“Ihope mymom didn’t bother you,” I tell East as I drive us back to his place. I don’t think she did. I tried to give them their privacy and respect that East doesn’t need me to coddle him, but I couldn’t help peeking over at them. They’d been in a serious conversation, and he’d wiped his eyes, but then he’d hugged her. It had been quick, but seeing it damn near lit my soul on fire.
“She didn’t. She’s…great. She shared a really cool story about my mom. Daphne saw her at the ice cream parlor with Morgan and Rhett. She was pregnant with me, and she talked to your mom about my name. It…hell, Arch. It made me feel close to her—both your mom and mine.”
I swear it’s like my heart explodes hearing that. Everything with East hits differently that way. “She never told me that. I’m glad they had that moment, glad she shared it with you.”
“Because of you,” he replies, turning to look at me as I pull down his driveway. “I can’t… I don’t… Everything is different because of you. I keep waiting for something to go wrong.”
I park the car and turn it off quickly. “Hey, no. Nothing’s going to go wrong. You got me, East. You didn’t try, but you got me hooked, and that’s never gonna change. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together. I can’t fix the world for you, but I can promise you’ll never have to face anything alone anymore.”
This time, it’s East reaching for me, his hands holding my face as he pulls me closer, our lips connecting with a spark. He leads the way, his tongue exploring my mouth, feeding me needy little sounds. The press of his lips, the sweep of his tongue, tellsme East isn’t ready to use words yet. I feel it in the way he holds me, the way he devours me, that this is more than just physical want. He doesn’t need words to tell me what I feel to the marrow of my bones—that Easton Swift loves me too. And hopefully, he’s on the way to loving himself.
He presses his forehead to mine, our lips a breath apart. “I need you real bad.”
“I need you too. I’m always going to need you.”
He brushes the tips of his fingers down the side of my face, making me shiver. “When you say things, I believe you. I’ve never trusted anyone until you. Not since Ella.”
“Jesus, I love you.” I see the flash of surprise in his gaze before I smash our mouths together, tasting him as thoroughly as he’d just done with me. My dick is already like a steel pole between my legs, so damn hard and achy for him. “You gonna be a good boy for me?”
He trembles. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
“I want you to go upstairs and get yourself ready for me. I’ll let Pretty Girl and Casanova out, and then I’ll come up.” After the day we’ve had, I want to give him time to get cleaned up before I fuck him so hard, we become one.
“Okay. Let’s go.” He rushes out of the car like the damn thing is on fire. I can’t help laughing as I run after him, enjoying his moment of carefree joy. I want to find ways to give him more moments like this.
The dogs immediately begin jumping on him, loving him and missing him the way East hasn’t allowed any person to love him in a long time…until me. “I love you both, but I gotta go. Arch will take care of you.”
That simple statement hits me right in the heart.
“Come on, guys,” I call them over as East heads upstairs. They give me a few minutes of love too before I lure them outside, and then they take off to do their business.
My body’s jittery with an anxious electricity that only being inside East can tame. Still, I don’t rush the dogs, giving them time to stretch their legs and for East to do his thing.
When they come back inside, I take off my shoes, wash my hands, then head upstairs.
East is lying on his back. He’s hard and stroking himself, his head turned slightly so he’s facing me, lips parted. My breath catches, seeing him this way, laid out, all that tattooed skin on display, and waiting for me.
“I didn’t think you’d ever come.”
“I’ll always come for you.” I tug my shirt off and drop it to the floor, walk toward him while I unbutton and unzip my jeans, then remove those and my underwear. I’m only at half-mast now, having gone soft while I was downstairs, but seeing East is bringing me to life again.
I wrap my hand around myself and give a gentle stroke. When I get to the bed, East’s hand shoots out and stops me before I can climb on. “Don’t move.”
He leans over to the side of the mattress and wraps his warm, wet mouth around my cock. “Fuck, sweetheart.” My eyes roll back, and I drop my hand to his head, holding him and guiding him while East sucks me.
It doesn’t take long for what feels like all the blood in my body to rush to my cock, making it swell and harden and pulse with want for him.
“That’s it. So fucking good for me. You’re mine, East. I’m never letting you go.”
He sucks me down hungrily, like my words spur him on, making him want to show me that he’s mine, and that I’m his too. He pulls off to bury his face in my nuts, inhaling and licking, sucking them like his damn life depends on it before swallowing around my cock again. I thrust my hips, fuck into him slow and deep, gaze never leaving East as he gives himself to me.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come. I want my load in your ass. Want to push my fingers inside after I fuck you and keep my cum there.”