Page 29 of American Love Story

Sunny, all the time.

It stung that I was yet one more person in his life he felt needed that from him.

I tried to focus on him and what he was saying and not get caught up in regretful thoughts for once. “We decided to take the weekend off to get some rest since the next two weeks are going to be hectic.” He tilted his head, eyebrows raised in question.

“How are the guys? Was soup night good?” Work talk was over then. Now it was my turn to fill the space. Tell him about my things, my people.

I exhaled, trying to remember the last time I’d been this intimate with someone I’d been dating.

I could not recall.

“Soup was good. My mother likes to monitor my wardrobe choices—which gets old—but I let her get away with it. It was great seeing everybody though. I went to see the latest superhero movie with Juanpa and Camilo after.”

“Nice,” he said with a bit more wistfulness than I’d expect. Easton seemed like the kind of guy who never wanted for social engagements or people to see. I always envisioned him surrounded by people wanting to be with him, but maybe that was just me projecting.

We were silent for a moment and I ran my eyes over the little bit of his body I could see. He looked sleepy and soft and I wanted to be in that bed with him. Make him feel good, lose myself in his body. That was something that I’d only known with Easton, a chemistry and pull so powerful I’d forgotten everything else when we were together. It had been a heady thing to feel. Desire so strong it drove me literally out of my head.

I noticed a little black satin pouch by his pillow and before I even opened my mouth, my heart started racing. “What is that?”

He turned his head in the direction I was pointing and looked at it, like he’d forgotten it was there, then his eyes widened in surprise. But when he turned his attention back to me, the wicked smile, which usually meant dirty delicious things were about to happen, made an appearance.

“It was a gift from Priscilla; she brought it when she was in town last week.”

“Oh?” I asked in a voice that was more growl than anything else.

Nesto’s cousin and Easton’s best friend, Priscilla, was a police detective whose side hustle was an online sex-positive toy shop. She loved giving all of us freebies.

I smiled at the wicked expression on his face. “So you’re one of the lucky recipients of Pris’s freebies.”

“Her deciding to open Come as You Are has been a boon for me. I’ve been really wanting to try this one.”

And that was all I needed to hear for my dick to get fully in the game. I groaned, shifting in the bed, my legs falling open to give myself more room. My pulse quickened with every lusty look Easton was flashing at me on that screen.

Fuck it. I was doing this.

“What is it?” I asked, committed to taking this shit wherever it needed to go, and Easton was fucking loving it, if that smirk on his face was any indication.

He took his time to answer, looking at me with just a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if asking “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I pushed the sheets off me and doubled down because as a matter of fact, I really fuckingdidwant to do this.

“I want to see it. Right now.”

I wanted to push and prod until I had Easton panting. It felt like the only thing in the world that mattered in this moment. That dirty smile came back out and I pushed down the elastic band of my shorts so I could stroke my cock. Already desperate to get this thing we were doing, whatever it was, started.

I shuddered out a breath as I saw Easton reach over and grab the pouch with his thumb and index finger, delicately placing it on his chest, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.

He blinked twice, the corners of his mouth pulling up as he fingered whatever was inside.

“This?”

I chuckled at his teasing, gripping my dick, and praying I didn’t come before I got to see his.

He was going to stretch this out, make me wait. Force me to be patient and to ask for what I wanted each step of the way.

I’d always been one for furtive encounters. Quick and impersonal. Not with Easton; every night I’d spent with him had been intense and unhurried. He’d refused to let me run out after a quick fuck. Sure, I’d resisted, wanting to keep to my usual M.O., but Easton wanted what he wanted, and in the end, I’d stayed.

Hell, I’d come running back for more.