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He waits patiently for me to stop crying, running his hand over my hair and whispering sweet things to me.
That it's going to be okay.
That he's here.
That he understands.
And I just breathe in the scent of him, something I've missed so much.
When I finally pull away, I can already tell I look like a mess. I can feel the mascara dripping down my face. I let out a huff and excuse myself into the bathroom. Sure enough, black smears start at my eyes and make their way down.
I'm trying to clean myself up with a tissue and some water when Easton leans against the doorway. As my gaze locks with his, I stop. He takes a step toward me and gently pulls the tissue from my grasp, removing the rest of the makeup with a gentleness I don't know that I've ever felt from him.
Once he's done, he puts it down and uses a light grip on my chin to tilt my head up. I stare at him with my every emotion on full display. There's nothing I could hide from him if I wanted to right now. I'm completely exposed.
“You're beautiful,” he whispers.
Everything in me wants to kiss him. To take him back. To let him claim me the way he always used to. But instead I force myself to look away. I stare down at the floor until his lips against my ear makes my breath hitch.
“At the risk of pushing my luck, I just want you to know...” He forces me to look at him again. “I've seen the way Alec touches you, and I've been patient. But if I catch his hand on you again, I'm going to snap, and there will be no apologies for what I do to him.”
I stand tall and square my shoulders. “You're a puppy dog. Your bark is bigger than your bite.”
He smirks and wraps an arm around my back, pulling me into him. “Fucking try me, baby.”
“What are you doing?” My voice shakes as I ask the question, but my body makes no attempt to remove myself from his hold.
“Every goddamn thing it takes to get you back, and I won't let anything stand in my way—including childhood lover boys. You are mine, Kennedy.” He dips down and, without kissing me, manages to take my bottom lip between his teeth. “Fucking mine.”
I stay still as his hand splays across most of my back, until I reach up and run my fingers up from the back of his neck, into his hair. He stares into my eyes, not making a move but waiting for an okay. And when he dips his thumb under my shirt and I feel his burning touch on my skin, every restraint I have snaps.
Arching up, I press my lips to his, and it's as if he was waiting for it. He reacts immediately, taking over the kiss in the dominant way he does. He grips my hips and lifts me up. The way he holds me as my legs wrap around his waist tells me he's been working out. A way to relieve his frustrations, no doubt. But I wish he would take them out on me.
As our tongues tangle together, he carries me out of the bathroom and lays me down on his bed. I drag my nails down his back, moaning while he kisses his way down to my neck. With the force he's using, I know his intention is to leave a hickey. To mark me. To claim me for everyone to see. And fuck, why is that so hot?
“Easton,” I plead.
Between the pregnancy hormones and having gone without sex for months now, my libido is on fucking overdrive. The students of North Haven University are lucky they haven't caught me outside, dry humping the nearest bench to get a little relief. Tye kept telling me to buy a vibrator, but I haven't done it yet. And now it's led to this.
Thank fuck it led to this.
“I've got you, baby,” he answers. “Don't worry. I've got you.”
My head presses firmly into the pillow as he undoes the button on my jeans. It's almost like he's trying to take his time, wants to enjoy it, but also can't get inside of me fast enough. And God, I know the feeling.
When he isn't moving fast enough, I grab the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxers, pushing them down in one go. His cock springs free, hard as a steel with veins protruding to the surface. My mouth salivates at the sight of it, but if I don't have something to clench around soon, I may actually self-combust.
He undresses me from the waist down and presses his cock against my pussy. I'm already soaking wet as he catches some of it on the tip of his dick and rubs it on my clit—teasing even when he has no patience.
“Fuck, I've missed this,” he growls.
I go to answer, but as he sinks inside of me, the only thing that leaves my mouth is a breathy moan. He dives down and pushes my shirt and bra up, exposing my breasts, and immediately takes one into his mouth. I can feel every single part of him everywhere.
His mouth.
His hands.
His cock.
