“Fuck,” I gasped.
“What?” Jay blurted out. “What are you —?”
But I zoned out as she took my dick out of her mouth and kissed and sucked down the sides, fucking worshipping me.
“I’ll speak to her superior tomorrow,” I told Jay. “Just build her up. Use the Newsweek article and her website. No interruptions until after nine tomorrow,” I demanded, looking down and seeing the grin on her face as she licked the underside on one lone, taunting stroke with the tip of her tongue.
“Eh,” I inched out. “Make that noon.”
And I hung up.
Darting forward, I lifted her under the arms and put her on the seat across from me. Kneeling in front of her again, I pulled her hair gently, forcing her to arch her back so I could play with her tits. Taking one in my mouth, I tugged at her nipple, drawing it between my teeth and kissing the skin around it before moving on to the other one.
“I love you, too, Tyler,” she breathed out. “Don’t be careful with me, okay?”
Bringing her back up, I threw off my jacket and ripped my shirt open, her hands going straight to my chest.
“I trust you,” she told me.
I kissed her hard, kneading her ass. “You didn’t tell me about the stalking,” I charged.
“I know.” She nodded.
“You’ll tell me everything, you understand?” My hands were all over her, touching her like I would never touch her again. “No one else educates me about you, Easton.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, whispering against my neck, “Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
But as I tried to gently push her down, because I needed to kiss every inch of her, she stopped me and raised her eyes.
So I narrowed mine on her. “What is it?”
She looked away, growing tense, and then so did I.
“There have been a couple of break-ins at my apartment,” she explained, looking solemn. “I don’t know who it is, and they don’t appear to be taking anything, but —”
“What the hell do you mean someone has been breaking into your house?” I burst out, my skin growing hot.
“I reported it to the police,” she assured me quickly. “And I added more locks. So far it’s been minor stuff,” she rushed out. “They’ve left my cabinets open, and they destroyed a display box my parents gave me when I was thirteen.”
“And you have no idea who it is?” I rasped, fear making my breathing turn shallow.
She shook her head. “No,” she nearly whispered, “and I don’t want you to worry about it.”
“Not worry about it!” I barked. “You’re under constant guard now, you hear?”
But much to my surprise, she laughed.
“It’s probably just kids, Tyler, and I’m not fighting with you about this right now,” she maintained. “I just wanted to be honest. We’ll handle it, but I won’t be the prisoner my parents tried to make me.”
I squeezed her hips, studying her hard. I didn’t like this at all.
I dipped my head to hers, whispering close, “I need to have you safe,” I confessed.
The idea of someone in her home – in her things – enraged me.
And what were the chances? After her coach did very much the same thing, it was happening again?
“I love you,” I nearly begged.
A soft smile spread across her lips. “You love me? So what does that make us?” she taunted, suddenly changing the mood.
I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. Always playing games.
“I’m too old for girlfriends, Easton,” I explained, nibbling her lips, satisfied that she was here with me now, at least, safe.
She moaned, and the taste of her skin started to make me hungrier.
I gently pushed her back and leaned down, sinking my mouth into her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she panted as I licked and sucked her clit. “Tyler,” she moaned.
“I want to talk about the break-ins more later,” I warned her. “I want to know about your parents, your career, everything…” I demanded, stroking my cock as I kissed her heat.
“Tyler, please.” She squirmed. “No more talking. Later, okay?”
“Always so hungry,” I teased. “I love it.”
“Then prove it,” she fumed, arching her head up to look at me. “Or can’t you keep up?”
I ground my teeth together, and my fingers tightened on her hip.
Little …
God, I fucking loved her.
Not thinking twice, I shot up and flipped her over onto her stomach with her knees on the floor. Yanking her thighs apart, I pulled her back to me and slid into her.
“Tyler!” she cried out, and I took a fistful of her hair, tugging slightly.
“You didn’t want it slow, did you?” I pawed her breast possessively.
She shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she whimpered.
I thrust into her harder and faster, groaning when she began backing up into it. Her pussy was so tight, squeezing my dick like a hand. I couldn’t believe I thought I could do without her.
“Sir.” Patrick came over the intercom, and I slowed. “Where am I taking you?”
I leaned down, turning Easton’s head so her lips met mine. “You don’t belong anywhere I’m not,” I whispered.
She kissed me slowly, nodding.
I leaned back up, rocking into her and feeling her pussy clench and spasm.
“Home, Patrick,” I choked out. “Take us home.”
TWENTY-SIX
EASTON
Nothing good ever comes easy.
The picture of Tyler and me together was all over the Internet – the news of our relationship had become public knowledge now, and there was no turning back. Saturday night he’d claimed me, throwing his ambitions to the wind and risking what he wanted for himself to have me instead.
I had never felt so loved by someone.
Even my parents had never put me first, above everything else. My career was more important to them, not my sanity or safety.
Tyler and I had spent that night at his house, and when he woke up the next morning, I was the first thing he needed. He didn’t check his phone, his e-mails, or explore the damage we might have done to our careers. We screwed and laughed and ate, and then we talked to Christian when he came home from his friend’s house.
All in all, we were very lucky. The spin Jay had put on the story minimized the damage, and Tyler had called Christian’s mother yesterday to talk about the situation. Not that she needed to know the details, but we wanted her to find out from us before she did another way.
She was livid. She already didn’t trust Tyler, and she didn’t know me well, so she took it exactly how I expected. As a betrayal.
Until she talked to Christian. I don’t know what he said, but I had a definite feeling I was still unaware of the magnitude of Christian’s abilities.
He seemed to calm her down enough for her to not rush home. Although he did have to sweeten her up by agreeing to spend Christmas with her and his stepfather.
There would be some growing pains as we adjusted to the ramifications and the public attention to our relationship, but I already felt like I was so much luckier than I should’ve been.
On Monday morning I stepped into the school office dressed in khaki skinny pants and a long-sleeved blouse with a romantic-looking tie collar. My interview about my teaching methods was this afternoon, so I’d chosen to dress conservatively but fashionably.
“Does he have a moment for me?” I asked Mrs. Vincent as I stepped up to her desk.
She popped her head up, and a look crossed her face when she realized it was me. I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, but it was clear she knew what was going on.
“I think so.” She nodded. “Go on in.”
I approached the principal’s office door, knocking even though it was half open.
“Mr. Shaw?” I broached.
He glanced over his shoulder, standing with his hands in his file cabinet, and offered a tight smile.
“Easton, hello.” He sighed. “Come in. I’m glad you stopped by.”