And I did. My legs quaked as an orgasm … no, not an orgasm,theorgasm ripped through me. I felt myself pulse around him, clamping around his cock still buried inside of me.
“Fuck,” he roared.
I opened my eyes, wanting to watch his release. We were both fascinated when it came to our release. Easton’s jaw tightened, his head thrown back in unadulterated pleasure. I watched his throat bob just before he groaned his orgasm to the sky. His hands were locked on my hips, and I relished the burn, hoping they left bruises.
I shook from the high he’d just thrown me into and from the looks of it he wasn’t very stable himself. We stayed like that for minutes, locked in each other until my muscles relented. He gathered me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“I can’t decide if I like your naked ass or your ass clad in tight slacks better,” I said to his naked ass.
Easton chuckled, turning on the shower. “I guess I’ll have to continue to show you both so you can get sufficient data before you decide.”
My stomach spasmed and it had nothing to do with Easton’s muscular shoulder pressed against it.
How am I supposed to let him go?
I mentally shook it off. If this was going to be my last night with him, I was going to make it the best night.
“It might take some extensive research, sir.” I felt his rumble of satisfaction.
He smacked my ass before slowly sliding me off his shoulder. I wrapped my legs around him when we stepped into the hot spray.
“I’m willing to submit to being your test subject. All in the name of science, of course.”
“Of course.”
Stop smiling, Rachel.
But I didn’t and I couldn’t.
When my legs were too slippery to keep them around Easton, I slid down his body, enjoying all the dips and ridges. My feet hit the tiled floor, I wrapped myself around him, and plastered my face to his chest, letting my tears mingle with the shower water.
We stood under the spray in a thoughtful silence. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking. I wanted to bust his skull open and pull out the thoughts he kept from me, knowing one way or another they would slice me to the point of breaking.
Finally pulling myself together, I removed myself from his delectable body. His thumb traced my cheek, and I hoped he wouldn’t be able to distinguish between salty tears and tap water. He frowned, and I was terrified, knowing that if he put the water on his finger in his mouth, he’d know they were tears, leaving me helpless to play off my building feelings.
While holding onto him like a vulnerable octopus, I made the decision that when he did his feelings check in the morning, I was going to tell him that I no longer wanted to be with him. That our agreement had met its expiration date without telling him I fell in love with him. It wasn’t fair to him, and I was fantastic at being the emotional martyr, making sure everyone around me was secure while I battled the storm in silence.
Chapter 23
I was plastered against Easton. Sleep hadn’t found me, and I had watched him sleep like a fucking creeper. My hand was over his heart, his hand on top of it anchoring me to him. Our breaths were synced, and the whole night, I convinced myself I was strong enough to let him go.
A loud knock on my front door startled me from my musings. It wasn’t any knock, though, it was one loud one followed by three less forceful ones.
Well, fuck me.
Easton jerked awake, pulling me to him. He was protecting me like I was something precious to him.
“Who’s at your door this early in the morning?” He grabbed his phone from his nightstand … no, not his nightstand, my nightstand and checked the time.
It was six-thirty in the morning. Earlier, Easton had shut off his phone, holding my hand closer to his chest, for the first time not getting up to go to the gym.
I groaned, “It’s my parents. Stay here. I’ll get them to take me to breakfast, and you can sneak out.”
I kissed him lightly as another round of their distinct knock, this time with more force, landed on my front door. “I’ll get them out quick.”
Easton asked me about my parents a couple times, but I always changed the subject. My distraction technique of choice was to put his dick in my mouth. There were a few times I wondered if he brought them up because he knew it was a guaranteed blowjob.
I pulled on my PJs, throwing my robe over them before closing my door quietly and heading out to the disaster that was my parents.