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Chapter Eight

***Magnolia***

Lust. Desire. Heat. Longing. My whole body lights up with pleasure that's building and has been building ever since this man stepped back into my life. I hate the way I jumped to conclusions because I should have known Easton wouldn't force his way. Only when it involves our safety but that's something that goes without saying.

It was my own insecurities. I should have given him my trust. It's just that the last few days I've been on edge. And if I'm completely honest with myself…I want him to move in because I've never felt this safe with him being near. And yet seeing him carry a big box upstairs made me think he would take away my decision on things.

Like I said, it was my own stupid brain jumping the gun on things. I should have known I could trust him because he's been caring, thoughtful, open, and honest ever since he walked back into my life.

The reason I'm on edge has everything to do with what happened six years ago and what has been happening each year around that date ever since. Until Easton arrived. Only the first day there were dead birds thrown at my window. Normally it's each day for the full three weeks I was taken and held captive.

The sonofabitch always torments me as a reminder, as if he still has me in his grip and then doesn't do anything for the remainder of the year. It's driving me insane and instead of acting the way I did to Easton, I should be begging him to move in. Though I want him to be with me not because of this asshole, not for me to feel safe, and not just as an obligation to our son.

Yet…the way he's kissing me as his hands roam my body makes everything fade to the background. It doesn't feel as if he's here out of obligation for his kid or because he needs to end the threat that endangers the mother of his child. No. He's kissing me as if he can't get enough of me. Me as a person. As the woman who has been missing a man's touch.

So. Freaking. Bad. And I've been dreaming about him specifically. Not just because he was the last man I had sex with, but because he was the one who gave me the most perfect night of my life. Even if weeks later I went through hell and back. It was his memory that gave me the reminder there were still good things in life; things that make life worth living. I wanted that back and it's kept me going, along with our son.

All of this makes me emotional and I don't want to be emotional right now. I want to feel desired. I want to give in to the craving of being pleasured by this man. I want to step outside of the ‘mom person' I've been for years on end and actually feel like a woman who lights up for the touch of the right man.

His mouth slides from mine as he buries his head into the crook of my neck. He's nipping my skin and it shoots electric jolts through me as it starts to settle and build between my legs. He grabs my ass and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

This position allows me to rotate my hips in an effort to rub myself against him. I need the friction. I'm so close already. The way his hot breath spreads all over my skin and his rough groans tease my ears, all of it burns me even more while we're dry humping the shit out of each other.

"So close," I pant.

His lips leave my skin and settle right next to my ear. "Let me taste you," he rumbles and I seriously think about questioning his sanity because how in the hell could I deny him or myself?

"Yes," I groan. "Hurry."

My head spins—or it might be my body that's flying through the air as Easton throws me on the bed. He quickly strips away my yoga pants and my underwear along with it. He doesn't waste a single second as he pierces my pussy with his tongue.

My hand digs into his hair at the same time as I tip my head back and release a long moan. Shit. This feels so freaking good. I let my other hand find his head and shamelessly start to rub my pussy all over his face. His growl vibrates against my pussy as he laps away. Suddenly he captures my clit gently between his teeth and changes it up by grazing, sucking, flipping his tongue.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh," I gasp and moan his name in a soft prayer for him to never stop the flow of pleasure bursting through me.

Easton gently lets his tongue slide through until he softly places a kiss on my mound and then on each of my thighs. He moves up my body and glances down at me.

"Better than any cookie on this fucking planet." He shoots me a grin and tells me, "Speaking of cookies…we need to head downstairs before either Calix or Casey eats any of the Christmas cookies."

My eyes go wide. "I can't believe I left Joshua alone."

Easton places a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. "Hey, we didn't leave him alone. Two of my brothers are downstairs. It's okay, we were only here a few minutes, now breathe."

I don't have time to reply because he gives me a fierce kiss right after. He pulls away all too soon and takes my hand to pull me from the bed. He's standing there, a huge bulge tenting his jeans.

I clear my throat. "You can't tell me to breathe and then steal my breath away with a scorching kiss," I scold, licking my lips at the sight of his bulge, remembering all too well how big and good he felt inside me.

"Stop looking at it or I'll explode inside my pants, and I don't have the time to shower because we're heading downstairs," Easton grumbles. "Remember. Joshua. Cookies. All the important stuff."

This man. He gives me pleasure but skips himself completely.

"You're important too." My thoughts slide right out my mouth.

His hand flashes up and cups my nape, giving it a firm squeeze as he connects our foreheads. "Not as important as you. You've been on my damn mind for years; I can wait a while longer to slide my dick inside your heavenly pussy. Because I remember taking your tight heat. I've dreamed about it, about everything. And…you taste even better than I remember. So, believe me when I say I will for damn sure even the score, but for now I'll settle with your taste on my tongue."

I swallow hard while my breathing picks up again.

"Fuck. Come on. We need people around us," Easton grumbles and takes my hand as he starts to lead us out of the room.

"Wait," I squeak and rip my hand away. Bending down I hear Easton curse and I risk a glance over my shoulder as I snatch my yoga pants off the floor along with my panties.

"I can't believe I almost dragged you down the stairs half naked." He swallows hard and slides his fingers through his disheveled hair.

"But you didn't." I smirk and this time I take his hand as we head downstairs.

Joshua is sitting in front of the TV and has a cup in his hand. It looks like someone made him some hot cocoa.

"He told me his mom was gonna make him some hot cocoa and with you two dashing upstairs and taking your time I thought you wouldn't mind if I made him some," Calix says as he shoots me a wink.

"Thank you," I tell him, and try like hell to keep the blush on my cheeks from spreading.

Geez, talk about awkward. I feel like there are big bold letters on my forehead stating, "Easton ate my pussy."

"Mind telling us why you guys are here? Other than bringing me the stuff I thought a prospect was gonna bring by," Easton rumbles and reaches out to slide his arm around my waist as he pulls me close.

Casey holds up a file. "Mind if we talk in the kitchen? I don't want to interrupt the little man's cartoon marathon."

We follow Calix and Casey into the kitchen. Casey slides the file over the table until it's in front of Easton but his eyes stay on me.

His voice is soft when he says, "The birds. They always start around the date you were taken and end around the date they found you alongside of the road, correct?" I slowly nod in agreement. "You haven't had any incidents in the last few days, correct?"

I almost nod again but instead I say, "Yes, why are you asking me this?"

Calix clears his throat. "Peter Milvisson was arrested for driving under the influence a few days ago. Three blocks from your house, the night birds were thrown at your window, the timeline…it all fits perfectly. His father managed to get him out of the charges and put him into a rehab facility. He walked right out and no one has seen him since."

"What?" I gasp.

My head starts to spin because I always had the nagging feeling it was Peter who held me hostage and did all those things, or at least he was involved in some way. But there was never any evidence.

"And that's not all," Casey adds. "When they arrested him, they found a large box inside his car with birds. The same kind he left for you."

My heart starts to beat out of control and my eyes start to sting as a tear slides over my cheek. I can't believe it.

"This is proof, right?" I croak. "Proof I was right all along. Proof that can tie him to what he did so he can be brought to justice."

Calix and Casey both share a concerned look, but it's Easton who speaks this time. "Not exactly, sweetheart. But—"

"No," I growl angrily. "Don't tell me it's not enough. Don't tell me you can't do anything."

I'm so sick of not being able to do anything. I was feeling damn good a moment ago and this asshole who tainted my life with darkness and kept me in fear for years is still out there, somewhere. And he just keeps getting away with it.

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