Chapter 20

Today had been the most surreal experience of my life. I not only learned that Easton Bradford was a DEA agent, but I also learned my cousin was potentially a prolific drug trafficker. Those were definitely not discoveries I had on my calendar. I also didn't have being alone in this small house on my to-do list, either. The place was likely half the size of the condo I owned, and twice as outdated. I'd spent months redoing many of the spaces in my own place, and I never thought I would miss it the way I currently was.

"I know being here is hard on you," Easton told me.

I looked over at him, then simply huffed in displeasure. The Dominant had insisted on watching over me. I suspected it was just to make sure I didn't tip off my cousin in any way. I wanted to, and knowing what I'd always heard about twin intuition, I wished the two of us had it. We didn't because, despite our appearances and upbringing, we were completely different in every other way.

"I don't know why you have to watch over me like a child who needs to be babysat."

He grinned. "I like watching you, Shelby."

"I'm sure you do," I retorted, then threw out another word. "Pervert."

He got up and as he now stood in front of me, I swallowed hard. "I've never shied away from being called one in the past, but with you, it is a given."

I huffed once more and waited for him to move back to his seat, but he stood there in front of me. My eyes dropped from his face to his groin, and I could see how hard he was behind his jeans. My core ached for him. Hell, nearly every cell in my body was screaming out for him. It didn't matter that I had thought of a hundred different ways to kill him in my mind.

"Being this close to you is hard enough, but watching you–"

"Watching me what?"

"Watching the way you're looking at me right now has me wanting to forget where we are, and why we're here, and just fuck you the way you're wanting to be fucked."

"But, I don't," I told him.

"Easton chuckled. "You're looking at my cock like it's your next meal."

He then moved his hands to the back of my head, then thrust forward. I moaned against my own volition. Easton wasn't wrong. "You're right," I finally confessed when he pulled back. This time, he was the one to react as he groaned out in frustration. Enjoying the fact that I could still affect him, I smirked. "I want to taste you."

"Shelby," he said in a warning I ignored.

If I had to be stuck here with him, I might as well have some fun with it. "I want to wrap my lips around you, then take you in my throat."

"Fuck, Shelby," he ground out.

I reached between us to drag my hand over his erection. "I'd tongue you from base to tip."

"Careful or else you might just get what you're asking for."

I smiled at that. "And I'd take you back to my throat, then swallow down around–"

Before I could say anything else, he fisted a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. I was now looking up at him as he stood over me. The tick in his jaw was ever present, and just when I thought this man couldn't look any sexier, I was proven wrong.

"You're such a damn dick tease," he told me.

"I'm not teasing," I lied, or was I really not being honest. I could feel my panties growing wetter the longer he pulled on my hair and stood in such close proximity.

"Shelby," he rasped. "We can't."

"Please," I asked before witnessing his moment of surrender.

"You're going to be the death of me in more ways than one," he replied, and I watched as his free hand undid the button on his jeans so he could unzip his pants.

I never realized until now that he went commando. Easton pulled his cock out, and as suspected, the tip was weeping with his pre-come. I did want to taste him so when he came closer, I thrust my tongue out and lapped at the glistening drops. There were four, then a couple more, and finally I wanted and needed more.

I wrapped my entire mouth around the thick head and he groaned. I think he whispered my name, but I couldn't be sure because all I could hear in my head was the pounding of my own heartbeat in my chest. Easton tried to force the issue, and after a few seconds, I let him. Widening my mouth as I opened it more, I remained still so he could use me the way he wanted to use me. There was something wrong about all of this after all that had happened, but everything was so right in this moment.

Easton began to fuck my mouth and I took every inch of him. His grip tightened on my hair, and he eventually used it almost like a rein as he quickened his pace. I could barely breathe, not that I cared at that moment. I did moan though as he slammed against my tonsils each time he thrust into me.

This carried on for several minutes until he pulled out entirely. "Lick my balls, Shelby." He didn't have to ask me twice. After moving even closer, I reached out to touch him. As I wrapped my mouth around one of them, he groaned in pleasure. "I've dreamed of this very moment."

I continued to suck on the one before moving to the other, all while stroking him from base to tip. Between the additional pre-come on the tip and my saliva from earlier, my hand moved without resistance. I began to stroke him harder as I drew both of his balls into my mouth. His cock twitched once or twice, then he pulled away. Seconds later, he swatted my hand away, then thrust back into my mouth.

This time when he reached my throat, he stilled then began to come inside my mouth. I swallowed every drop of him and relished every sound and word of praise he delivered. By the time he pulled out completely, he swiped his thumb along my bottom lip.

"I'm so fucking addicted to you," he confessed.

I almost thought I misheard him, but his words echoed in my head. "I'm addicted to you, too."

"All I think about is making you come, or vice versa. Fuck, you never disappoint me."

"Easton," I whispered. "I need–"

"I know," he told me, then pulled me onto my feet. Seconds later, he swept me up into his arms and then deposited me onto the couch. His body weight came down on mine right away as he pulled the bottom of my dress up. "You're always so fucking wet, too."

His fingers moved through my slit and he easily inserted three of them inside of me. Easton wasted no time finding my spot, then assaulting it with his brand of sensual torment. He'd constantly bring me to the edge, then deny me the relief I desperately needed. A pleasure Dom, through and through.

Squirming and writhing, I gave myself over to this man. His mouth came down on mine as he continued to ramp me up then let me down. Over and over, he tortured me mercilessly. I loved it, though. I loved him. Unable to tell him as much, I tried to show him the best I could.

His mouth was punishing, his teeth biting down on mine when he wasn't plundering my mouth with his wicked tongue. How I ached to feel it where his fingers were. But I wanted even more than that. I wanted the cock I'd just sucked dry slamming into me as he fucked me to multiple orgasms. It was all so close, yet so far away at the same time.

He continued to kiss me as he added a fourth finger inside of me. He then somehow managed to flip his hand around so he could also assault my clit with the pad of his thumb. His other hand was busy as he squeezed each of my breasts. My nipples were hard peaks and ached just as much, if not more than my pussy did.

Eventually, he brought his hand to my throat. Easton knew how hot erotic asphyxiation made me which was likely the main reason he was doing it now. The man was skilled in all things related to sex, and as a true Dominant, he knew how to play my body. He'd often work my body into a frenzy and keep me hovering until my breaking point was nearly reached, then he would send me catapulting over it until I came.

Every cell in my body was on edge. They were like flames ready to ignite. I was surely going to burn alive if he didn't grant me some relief soon. As if he knew it, Easton raised his head and paused everything he was doing.

"I almost can't wait to be inside of you, Shelby... Can't wait to fuck you... But I need to make you suffer first."

"S-suffer. Why?" I asked.

Was this because of Carley?

I was just about to ask him when he smirked. "I love watching your eyes plead to me... feeling your body straining for a release only I can give you... and most of all, hearing you beg. If you want me to put us both out of our misery, you're going to have to tell me."

I was definitely not too proud to beg when it came to getting something I needed so badly. Giving him what he wanted, I let out a small whimper. "Please, Easton."

"Please, what?" he asked me as he slowly rolled his fingers around inside of me.

My greedy pussy tried to clamp down around them, but I couldn't quite accomplish that goal. On occasion, the tips of his fingers or the nails themselves would nudge me the right way only making the need to intensify my pleas much greater.

"Please fuck me, Easton. I need to feel your cock inside of me while your hand tightens down on my throat. Steal my breath and my–"

The sound of his cell phone stopped me dead in my tracks. I watched him pull it from his pocket, then curse a blue streak when he saw the caller. I couldn't quite make out who it was, but when he withdrew his fingers and moved off of me, I knew it was a call he needed to take.

Fear then crept up inside of me because the call we had been waiting on would likely involve my cousin. For weeks, we'd gotten close, and now to think about her going away for so many years made me want to cry. It also made me mad, but more at myself than Easton, the DEA, or even Carley herself.

If only I had checked in on her over the years since I'd left Carson then maybe none of this would've happened. I'd cut everyone in my life loose, including her, and never looked back. I'd moved to Denver and became a new person, shedding any and all reminders of my past. I'd ignored anything that made me feel like me, conforming to men and their ideals until I finally took control of my own life. Before I took control of my sexual wants and needs.

The man now pacing back and forth recognized who and what I was, never trying to change me. Even when he thought I was a drug trafficker, he still tried to help me. No one, including my own parents, had ever looked out for my best interests. Unfortunately, those interests might come at the detriment of my cousin. Carley could go to jail for a long time, if not the end of her life now that California had enacted its three strikes law.

That prospect had me shaking, and as I scrambled upright, I could see that Easton had moved farther away and was now talking in such a low voice to whoever it was that had called him. He said a few more words, then disconnected the call. When he turned toward me, I had to know.

"Is it over?"

"It's over. Carley was busted selling an undercover officer a bag of pills. She tried to use your name and identification, but we all know better now. Identity theft is an additional charge she'll now face."

Everything came crashing down around me, and I had no idea whether I wanted to cry or hit something. In this case, someone. Anger filled me, and while I resisted the urge to strike him, I did square my shoulders and narrow my eyes at him.

"After seeing this and getting to know me..." The words were not coming out right, but I kept on trying to make sense of the various thoughts spinning around in my head. "How dare you fucking question me as if I was actually capable of this. How far I've come..."

"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, and I knew he was genuine.

Still, I couldn't just let this go. "All you had to do was ask me about this. Instead, you tricked me and for what? I had nothing to confess. I didn't even know what was going on right under my nose."

He came closer, and as he tried to draw me close, I swatted at his chest to shoo him away. "I should've trusted you the way that you've always trusted me. When I was told that you were the one the feds were looking for... I couldn't believe it. I knew there had to have been some mistake, and I was right."

"You got the end result you wanted, but your means are the issue right now. How in the hell could you do that to me? Did you not care about me at all?"

"Of course I cared about you. I still do. Your cousin is the one who was ready to let you take the fall. I was simply trying to shield you from it all."

"I still can't believe she would do that to me," I told him. And honestly, I couldn't.

He pulled me up and into his arms. "I know, Shelby. She can't hurt you anymore. No one can. I protect the people I love, and–"

"You love me?" I asked him as I looked up at him in question.

Easton grinned. "I suppose I do."

"Good," I replied.

"Good?"

"Because I think I might actually love you, too."

"Might?" he asked as he backed me up toward the couch.

I held up two fingers and spaced them about a half inch apart. "About this much."

Easton chuckled. "We'll see about that tonight. For now, I have to go to the station. Would you like me to bring you home?"

It was depressing to know we'd have to wait to finish what he'd just started, but I did need to see my cousin. I had questions of my own for her, and my interrogation would be even worse than any the Denver Police Department would give her.

"I'd like to go to the station with you."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded hoping it displayed a confidence I wasn't sure I felt.

"Okay, let's go."

I then straightened my dress, grabbed my things, then followed him out to his Jaguar.