“Fuck it,” he said. “Rachel, I’m fucking falling in love with you. I know that we said we wouldn’t develop feelings for each other, but I did. I know you just got out of your relationship withfuckface, but I don’t care. I want you. I love you. If you’re not ready, I’ll wait for you. If you don’t want me, I’ll convince you that you do. I can be persuasive.”
I repeat, what the fuck?
My brain short-circuited. Maybe I drowned in the bathtub while he was on the phone, and this was some pseudo-heaven I ended up in.
“Say something,” he pleaded, his hands balled into fists in his pockets.
“You love me?”
“Yes.”
“I fucking love you, too.” I stood up, water cascading off me, bubbles tickling my butt cheeks when they slid down my body.
Easton stared, and blinked. My nipples pebbled from the cold air.
Fuck, did I hear him wrong? Did I break him?
Easton blinked again and a beautiful smile appeared on his face. It was as if the sun had broken out of thunder clouds to warm the earth, or some shit like that.
He reached me in three strides and pulled me against him.
“Easton, I’m going to get you wet.” I laughed into his kiss.
“No, Trouble, I’m going to get you wet.” And he did.
“Holy shit, I think I blew the tip of my dick off when I came.” Easton pulled me on top of him, where we both panted.
Even though we admitted our love to each other it didn’t mean we made love. We devoured each other, matching thrust for thrust. Easton had me in so many positions I knew I wasn’t going to be able to walk the next day.
“Hell, I didn’t know my legs could bend like that,” I said in astonishment.
“I never doubted you.”
I lay on Easton, basking in our post-love confession and post-love fucking. His hand made lazy circles on my back.
“What made you confess your love to me?” I asked into his pec.
“Your parents,” he admitted.
“Eww, but also thank you, Mom and Dad.”
He laughed, and my body moved to the motion. “No, I was in your room listening to them berate you and I wanted to yell at them for talking to you that way. When they brought up Bradford, I almost exploded. I realized I didn’t want Bradford or anyone else to be with you. Your house feels more like home to me than anywhere I’ve ever lived, and then I realized it wasn’t the house, it was you.”
“Shit, I didn’t know you could be romantic. I was going to break off our arrangement this morning before my parents got here,” I admitted.
Easton jerked under me. I put my hand on his chest to keep him settled, mostly because I was comfortable and didn’t want to move.
“I also realized I was in love with you, and I didn’t want you to hurt me when you ended the arrangement. I was going to rip off the band-aid.”
“I wouldn’t have let you. I hope you know that.”
“Okay, sir.”
Easton’s cock thickened against my thigh. “Holy shit, you do have a sir kink.”
“I have a you kink,” he corrected before rolling me over and pushing into me.
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