Page 67 of Missing Pieces
She guffaws. “Did my little city girl really just use the word ‘ain’t’? Well, heavens to Betsy there is hope for you yet.” She walks away with an order and I go back to looking at the clock.
Forty-five more minutes.
I give my last table their check and rush toward the bathroom to change into Easton’s favorite shorts. Well, what I believe will be his new favorite shorts. I took a page out of Ivy’s scissor-happy book and cut up another old pair of jeans into shorts that I bet could pass for underwear. I slip on a loose-fitting tank and slide into my boots before throwing my work clothes into my bag.
As I open the door, Ivy is standing outside with cash in her hand and a to-go container of food. “Here you are missy. The tip from your last table that I so kindly got change for while you decided to…” She trails off as she looks at my outfit. “Well shit. I don’t need ears to now hear what kinda lunch you plan on deliverin’ him.”
I brush past her and toss the clothes bag in the office. “I believe I am delivering a BLT with extra crispy fries and a side salad.”
“I have no doubt he’ll be tossing your salad,” she exclaims a bit too loudly. I rush to cover her mouth with my hand.
“I think I need to teach Anna how to keep your mouth shut while I’m gone.”
She pushes my hand away and retorts, “Sweetie, my mouth is only this bad when you’re around.”
We both stare and each other and simultaneously say, “No it ain’t.”
She pushes me toward the door, “Go deliver that lunch before it gets cold, although his real lunch is probably gettin’ warmer.” I roll my eyes at her as she continues, “Enjoy your two days off. Don’t work those thighs too hard!”
The door slams behind me as I take a deep breath of humid air. Ivy and her damn mouth. Now the whole town is going to know what I am up to. Of course, the Sergeants would probably find out somehow anyway. I walk across the street and toward Easton’s shop grateful I did wear these shorts because I can already feel the sweat dripping down my back as I walk the two minutes across the street.
The door chimes as I walk in and I see Mort at the front desk. “Hiya Harper, East is back in the garage finishin’ up a vehicle. You can go back there if you want or just wait in his office.”
“Thanks, Mort,” I say as I walk toward the garage. I get a bit self-conscious when I see two other guys working besides Easton whom I can’t seem to find. One of the guys lets out a long whistle and my cheeks flood with embarrassment. I look to my right to see who it was when I feel a hand roughly grab my arm and drag me toward the back office. I barely make it through the door before the food is ripped from my hands and tossed toward the desk landing with a thump on the floor. I am shoved hard against the door at the same time the blinds are drawn shut and the door is locked. A hard body is pressed against mine as his sweet voice whispers into my ear, “What in God’s name are you wearing?”
“Hi to you too,” I manage to squeak out as Easton trails his tongue down my neck. I try to get another word out, but his hands are in my hair as he presses his hips into mine, his erection hitting my stomach and his tongue is halfway down my throat. I moan in pleasure at his roughness. I try to grab on to his body, but he grabs my hands and pins my wrist above my head.
“You.” Kiss. “Look.” Kiss. “Good.” Kiss. “Enough” Kiss. “To.” Kiss. “Eat.”
“Then eat me.” I don’t even know where the words come from because it is so unlike me. Easton growls as he lifts me by the hips and carries me over to his desk. He pushes a bunch of papers off with one giant sweep as he sets me down. I wrap my legs around his hips as he towers over me and pushes me farther down on the desk. He trails kisses down my chest as he works the button open on my shorts. Within seconds he has them off. I hear a rip and then his mouth is on my clit, sucking hard. I groan his name as he devours my sweetness. The unexpected pleasure hits me hard as he shoves two fingers deep inside of me. I am practically screaming as he fucks me with his tongue and fingers. My entire body tingles with electricity, every synapse is bursting in my body and I have trouble collecting my thoughts. Just when I think I am about to come, he pulls his fingers out of me and I whimper from the loss.
I open my eyes to look at him and just as I do he slams his hard cock into me all the way to the brink. “Oh my fucking god,” I scream as my orgasm hits me with an intensity I have never felt before. White floods my vision and I think the ends of my hair feel the pleasure coursing through my body.
“This is about as close to fucking God as you’ll get, sweet cheeks,” he says as he grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him and he gets deeper than he’s ever been before. I have lost all sense of time and space as he slams into me over and over. I try to gain purchase on anything on the desk, but there is nothing to hold on to as my entire body convulses in pleasure. I open my eyes to see Easton staring at me and I stare right back, intensifying the moment. Just when I think he is about to come, he slows down and crushes his lips into mine. I groan and grasp at his hair as he picks up the pace. Another orgasm starts to build, and he shifts his body just slightly and I am seeing white lights again as his own climax hits. He collapses on top of me and feathers kisses all over my face and neck. I try to remember how to breathe but give up because I don’t think it’s possible.
He nuzzles his face into the side of my neck. “I missed you.”
I giggle at his statement. We have barely spoken a word to each other, just let our body’s do the talking. But his statement sent tremors through my heart. “I missed you too.”
He pulls back and smiles at me. That rare smile he only gives when he is truly happy. I brush his hair out of his face and cup his cheek. I am too scared to speak the words in my heart, but I hope my eyes say enough. His smile fades and he brings his lips back to mine in a gentle kiss before pulling me up to a sitting position on his desk. He’s still inside of me and that small movement makes his dick stir again. I give him a smirk and he gives me a full-bodied laugh before we go at it again.
“I think I may have destroyed your underwear. I was a little excited,” he says as he hands me my shorts and holds my ripped panties in his hand.
I close his fist around them. “Keep them as a souvenir.”
He scoops me up into his arms and says, “Baby, I’d rather keep you as a souvenir.”
I blush as I pull my shorts on.
“Maybe next time you shouldn’t wear those shorts to the shop. You’re lucky I got you into the office in time.”
I laugh at him and pick up the smashed lunch container off the ground. “I think your lunch might have been a casualty of the shorts.”
“Edy, my lunch was delicious. You were just what I ordered,” he responds as he wraps his arm around me and presses his lips to my forehead.
I push him off me and walk toward the office door. “What do you say we go back to my place, have a real lunch and then do that all over again?”
He grabs my hand as we walk out and winks. “I think we should do that all over again and then have lunch.”