Commanding the Curvy Girl (Spoon Heroes)

Chapter Seven

Molly

E aston is all over me as he carries me down the hall toward his bedroom, kissing me like he can't stop himself. I can't seem to stop myself, either. Or maybe I just don't want to stop.

I judged him so wrong the day we met, and I clung to that misjudgment for weeks, determined to keep him out. But I'm done keeping him at bay. I'm done fighting this—fighting him. He isn't my father. He isn't our coworkers. He's just Easton.

He's given me so much grace to be Molly—to be myself. Even when I've been bitchy and standoffish and done everything all wrong, he's still shown me grace and understanding I don't deserve.

He deserves the same loyalty, the same consideration. He deserves for someone to fight for him just as hard.

We pass into his bedroom, and I catch flashes of the space around us as he carries me through—antique wood furniture, plush navy and forest green area rugs, and black and white photos on the walls of what must be his family through the years.

But he doesn't stop at the massive bed in the center of the room. Instead, he carries me through another door into the en suite bathroom. The light flickers on automatically as we enter, illuminating the space around us. It's just as warm and inviting as his bedroom—all honey-colored wood and natural stone. There's a huge glass-enclosed shower and a deep soaking tub in the corner.

"What are we doing?" I whisper as he sets me on the counter, gripping my hips.

"Showering," he growls, bending to kiss me again, another long, drugging kiss that leaves my mind reeling and my heart pounding. His gray eyes glitter when he pulls back to look at me. "I spent half the night at a fire. I'm not putting my hands all over that body until I'm clean, princess." He yanks my shirt up over my head, licking his bottom lip like he can't wait to get his hands on me. "And you're getting in with me."

My core clenches hard at the wicked look in his eyes…at the thought of showering with him.

He leans down and brushes his lips across my shoulder, leaving my skin humming, before spinning to turn on the shower. I watch him with my heart in my throat. This feels intimate in a way I didn't anticipate, but I like it. It's…nice, relaxing in a way that's unexpected.

I always thought sex would make me anxious, but there isn't a single part of me that's nervous about what's about to happen between us.

I'm ready to be his in every way.

I can't believe he waited though. It's humbling to know he's waited this long, only to give himself to me. He's so sure of me, of us. Maybe I'm crazy, but that doesn't scare me. It makes me feel bold and powerful. Like I can allow myself to believe in this just as strongly as he does.

My mouth goes dry when he pulls his shirt off over his head, letting it fall to the floor. The tattoos all over his muscular back are gorgeous—black lines and bold color. Words in Latin run between scenes that look like they came right from a history book. I can't wait to trace every single one and ask what they mean to him.

He turns to face me, and my eyes drift down his body on instinct, only to stop on the small mass of scar tissue on his chest. It's still red and puckered, still so new.

God, it's so close to his heart…standing as proof that I almost lost him before I ever even met him. I knew that already. Of course I knew that. But seeing it in person is painful in a way I didn't expect.

I hop down from the counter, my heart in my throat, and stroll toward him.

"Whatcha doing, princess?" he asks, leaning back against the wall, watching me attentively as I stop in front of him.

"This," I whisper, leaning up to brush my lips across his scar. His pec quivers beneath my lips, his breath exhaling in a rush. "I'm so glad you're still here and I get to fall for you, Easton."

I think it's the bravest thing I've ever said. The truest, too. The words should terrify me, but they don't. Somewhere over the last four weeks, I stopped being afraid of falling for this man. I stopped doubting him. Now, I just want to learn to love him the way he deserves to be loved. I don't know if I'll be any good at it, but I certainly intend to try.

"Jesus," he growls, dragging me into his arms. His lips come down on mine, his kiss hungry.

I groan into it, my hands sliding down his body, feeling every ridge of his abdomen. His body truly is incredible. Even after being shot, it's a work of art, so strong and capable.

I grip him through his pants, trembling at how big and hard he is. He feels massive against my palm, like he's going to split me in two. My body aches at the thought, eager to find out if I can take him. I've used toys on myself, but never another this intimidating. One way or another, we'll make him fit.

"Goddamn, baby," he rasps, wrenching his mouth from mine. "That feels so fucking good."

I stroke him through his pants, loving the way his big body trembles against mine and he pants for breath. He's so damn gorgeous with his eyes at half-mast and his cheeks flushed as he watches me, bucking his hips into my hand. But he doesn't let me touch him for long before he slips his hand between our bodies, pinching my nipple through my bra.

I cry out in ecstasy, my head falling back.

"Like that, do you?" He chuckles, and pinches harder.

My knees shake beneath me, my clit throbbing in time to my heart.

He slips his hand lower, his fingertips sliding down my belly. Part of me wants to shy away, hide this part of myself from him…but that desire dies a quick death when he groans.

"Fucking hell, I can't wait to leave my marks all over this beautiful body, Molly." He meets my gaze, desire raging in his eyes. "I'm going to worship every fucking inch of you."

"Easton, please," I beg quietly, hanging on by a thread as he pops the button of my pants. He holds my gaze as he slowly peels them down my legs, leaving me bare to him. "So goddamn perfect," he breathes, staring at me like he's never seen anything more beautiful.

With shaking hands, I reach for his pants, popping the button and lowering his zipper. He helps me push them down his muscular thighs, revealing black boxers that hug his powerful thighs. The hard ridge of his erection strains against the fabric, making my mouth water.

I hook my fingers in the waistband and slowly drag them down, freeing his impressive length. It springs free, bobbing against his stomach, the swollen head already glistening with precum.

My womb clenches hard at the sight, aching to feel him inside me.

"Jesus, Easton," I whisper, reaching out to run a fingertip down his shaft. "You're so beautiful."

A pained laugh erupts from his lips as he cants his hips away from my hand. "Get in the shower before I fuck you through the floor, princess," he groans. "You can't look at me that way, talk about me that way, and expect me to behave."

"Oh. So now you want to behave," I mutter, unable to help myself.

He smirks, tugging the shower door open. "Get in, smart ass."

I grin, slipping past him into the shower. Hot water beats down on me, steam swirling around me as he steps in behind me. The door barely even closes before he's on top of me pressing me against the wall.

I gasp as the frigid tiles make contact with my nipples, the sensation feeling far better than it probably should.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask as he lands on his knees behind me.

"What I've wanted to do for a fucking month," he growls, gently lifting my leg to place it on the built-in bench. His lips slide down my left cheek as he slips a hand between my legs from behind. "God, baby. You're so wet for me."

I cry out as his fingers slide through my slick folds, teasing my clit with featherlight strokes. It feels so good—way better than when I do it myself.

"That's it, baby," he groans. "Cry for me."

"Easton!" His name is a desperate plea on my lips as he works me higher and higher. My hips gyrate against his hand without permission, chasing more of his touch.

He groans against my ass cheek, nipping my flesh. "You're so fucking responsive, Molly. I could play with this perfect little pussy all night." He circles my clit, grinding down just enough to make me see stars.

I'm so close already, my inner walls fluttering around nothing. I need him inside me. I need to come on his cock, his fingers, his tongue—I don't care, I just need him.

"Please, Easton, I need-"

He thrusts two fingers inside me, stealing my breath. "This what you need, princess? You need me to fuck this tight little cunt?"

"Yes!" I moan brokenly, my nails scrabbling against the slick tile wall as he fucks me with his fingers. He curls them, stroking that magic spot inside me. My back arches as ecstasy rockets through my veins in response.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he rasps, scissoring his fingers to stretch me. "I can't wait to feel this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock."

My legs tremble as the pressure builds, my body wound tight. I'm so close already, dancing on the razor's edge.

But a millisecond before I tumble over the edge, his fingers disappear. I cry out in loss…only to cry out again as I feel his tongue sliding up my slit.

"Oh god!" I shout, my forehead thudding against the tile wall. His tongue swirls around my clit and thrusts deep, fucking me with long, sure strokes. Tension coils tighter and tighter in my core as he devours me, savoring me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

He growls against me, and I feel the vibrations all the way in my womb. I cry out, grasping at nothing as I shatter into pieces, coming all over his face. Waves of euphoria race through my veins, turning them to lava.

He growls and spins me around, his eyes on fire as he rises to his feet. "Knew you'd taste like forever, Molly."

All I can do is whimper in agreement as he yanks me into his arms, claiming my mouth in a scorching kiss. I tremble, need already rising so fast it's terrifying.

He hauls me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, gripping my cheeks hard enough to leave marks. "I can't fucking wait. I need to be in you now."

"Yes," I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, trying to get him right where I need him. "God, yes, Easton."

He lines his cock up with my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. "You're mine, little lamb," he growls, yanking me down on him.

I shout his name, coming again, as I feel him stretching me. It doesn't hurt. It feels…like I'm his now. Like he's mine. I like it, way too much. I claw his shoulders, writhing on his cock as waves crash over me.

He roars my name, falling still as I tremble and shake my way through it. But it isn't enough. Already, I ache for more. For everything.

"More," I beg, rocking against him—as shameless as he's been for weeks. "Please, more."

He groans, pressing me back against the wall as he begins to fuck me in deep strokes that I feel all the way to my soul.

I cry out as he pounds into me, every deep stroke hitting that magic spot inside me. The drag of his cock against my inner walls is exquisite, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, Molly," he groans, his fingers digging into the globes of my ass as he holds me steady. "You feel so goddamn perfect. Like you were made just for me."

"I was," I gasp, the words tumbling from my lips without thought. "I'm all yours, Easton."

A wounded sound leaves his throat as he dips his head, claiming my mouth in a hard kiss. Our tongues tangle and teeth clash as we devour each other, lost to the intensity raging between us.

Water sluices over us, the steam swirling around us and fogging up the glass. The slick slide of our wet skin only heightens every sensation. His body feels so damn strong and powerful against mine, all hard muscle and smooth skin. I can't get enough, can't stop touching him everywhere I can reach.

My nails score down his back as the pressure builds inside me again, winding tighter and tighter. I'm so close, right there on the edge. I just need…

"Touch yourself, princess," he commands against my lips as if reading my mind. "Make yourself come on my cock."

I slip my hand between our bodies, shuddering as I obey. My fingers roll over my clit, a sob climbing up my throat.

"Goddamn, look at you playing with that pretty pussy while I fuck you," he rasps.

I rub my clit faster, harder, my inner walls fluttering around his cock.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice rough and wrecked as he slams into me. "Let me feel you coming all over my cock like a good girl."

His words send me flying, a scream tearing from my throat as I shatter into a million pieces. My vision goes white as rapture crashes through me, stealing my breath and wiping my mind of everything but him. I convulse around him, my body milking his, trying to pull him over the edge with me.

"Fuck, Molly!" he roars, slamming into me one last time as he explodes. His big body shudders against mine, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks as I feel every hot pulse of his release.

Then and only then do I realize that he's not wearing a condom…that we didn't even discuss a condom. And I'm not on birth control.

I could get pregnant.

My inner muscles clamp around him again at the thought.

When he groans, I bury my face in his throat, breathing hard as I try to process just how much I want his babies.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly. His lips brush my ear. "I'm never letting you go," he whispers, his voice steadying me.

I'm pretty sure he means it…and I'm equally as sure that I want him to mean it. He's stealing my heart, every damn piece of it. And somewhere along the way, the thought of giving it to him stopped being so damn terrifying.

"Okay," I whisper back, and then lift my head to look at him. "But you should probably put me down soon. I don't think the hot water is going to last forever, Easton."

He grins, his eyes light as he meets my gaze. "Baby, the water's been freezing for the last ten goddamn minutes." He shifts slightly and frigid droplets rain down on my legs.

I squeal in shock, practically climbing the wall to get away from the water. He throws his head back under the freezing cold spray, laughing like a madman. He's completely lost his mind. But in this moment, with his arms around me and freezing water raining down on us, I've never been happier or felt safer.