Commanding the Curvy Girl (Spoon Heroes)

Chapter Ten

Easton

" I want to try something," I whisper, crawling over Molly in the middle of her bed. She's sprawled out beneath me, her hair spread across her pillows, looking like a fucking goddess with my marks all over her.

"Try away," she whispers, throwing her arms out wide, a sweet siren's smile on her face.

My cock throbs, twitching. Goddamn, she's beautiful.

"Remember you said that," I murmur, reaching for the cuffs I placed on the table beside the bed.

They clink, drawing her attention. Her eyes grow wide as she sucks in a breath.

"Easton…"

"Do you trust me, princess?"

"Yes."

"Then trust me," I murmur, leaning down to kiss her as I draw her arms up over her head. I play with her tongue, getting lost in the kiss, in her. Fuck. I could kiss this woman all day and not regret a second of the time spent right here.

When she's writhing beneath me, I click the cuffs into place, weaving the short chain between a slat on the bed to keep her right where I want her.

The position arches her back slightly, lifting her full breasts. I lean down, capturing one between my lips to lavish it with attention.

"Oh," she moans, relaxing beneath me.

"Good girl." I keep her occupied, keep her focused on what I'm doing to her instead of on what I'm doing—feeling around for the ring I hid under the pillows before I got her into the bed.

My hand closes around it as she whimpers beneath me, chafing her thighs together in search of friction. I reach up with one hand, searching for her ring finger as my other hand trails down her belly, seeking heaven.

She's already slick and swollen for me.

I circle her clit slowly, relishing her needy whimpers and the way her hips roll up to meet my touch. Her tight cunt clenches around my fingers as I slip two inside her, pumping in and out. I keep her distracted, lost in pleasure as my other hand finds her ring finger.

Slowly, I slide the ring into place. It's a perfect fit, the large center stone glinting in the light.

She gasps as she feels the cool metal, her eyes flying open to meet mine. They widen in shock as she takes in the ring, her lips parting.

"Easton, what…?" Her voice is breathy, filled with wonder.

I grin down at her, still hard at work between her thighs. "I wanted to see you under my command, coming undone wearing nothing but my ring, baby."

A moan rolls from her lips, and she arches into me.

I thrust my fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her. "Marry me, Molly. Be my wife. My lover. My everything."

"Oh god, Easton, yes!" she cries out, clenching hard around my fingers as her orgasm crashes over her.

I roar in triumph as her inner walls pulse and clench around my fingers. Pride swells in my chest, knowing I'm the one who brought her to this peak, the one who put that ring on her finger.

She's mine now, in every way possible.

Unable to hold back any longer, I yank my fingers from her soaked cunt and grip her hips, thrusting inside her with one powerful stroke.

She cries out, her back bowing off the bed as I fill her completely. The cuffs rattle against the headboard as she strains against them, desperate to touch me.

"That's it, baby," I growl, driving into her over and over. "Be a good girl for me and take my cock."

She whimpers and moans, arching into every thrust. I lean down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling as I continue to fuck her hard, pounding into her. She tastes like heaven and sin, an addictive combination I'll never get enough of.

My balls draw up tight and I know I'm close. Determined to bring her over the edge with me, I shift the angle of my hips, hitting that magic spot deep inside her. At the same time, I slide my hand between our bodies to circle her clit with my thumb.

"Come on, princess," I coax her. "Come all over me."

She throws her head back with a sharp cry, her fingers curling into fists. I lean down, capturing a nipple between my teeth. Another deep thrust and a sharp bite are all it takes to unravel her.

She screams my name as she explodes apart, convulsing as she comes all over my cock. Her inner muscles lock down on me, ripping my own orgasm from me.

I growl her name, gripping her hips hard to keep myself buried deep as I give her everything…every last fucking drop I have.

Christ, I hope I get her pregnant. I want it more than I want my next breath.

I collapse on top of her, reaching for the keys to the cuffs to free her. As soon as her hands are free, I drag her into my arms, burying my face in her throat.

"You said yes," I whisper, my heart pounding. "You can't take it back now, princess."

"Didn't plan on taking it back." Her fingers slide through my hair as she snuggles beneath me, pliant and so fucking soft. "Don't want to take it back."

"Good." I turn my head, placing a kiss to the side of her throat. "Because I've been working on getting you pregnant for a week already."

Her inner muscles clench around my cock, and my head flies back, my eyes meeting hers.

"You want it."

She nods silently, her eyes wide.

Ah, goddamn.

I flatten her beneath me on the bed, my control in tatters as my dick rages back to life.

"Oh, princess," I breathe, dragging her leg back up over my hip. "I hope you don't need to sit down in that interview tomorrow. You won't be able to by the time I'm finished."

"Easton," she moans, throwing her head back. "Don't you dare mess up my interview."

As if I would. She's getting every damn thing she wants. Her dream job. My babies. Everything.

"Guess who is paying for a wedding, motherfucker?" I barge into Dillon's office late the next afternoon, smirking at him.

He and Emmett turn to look at me, matching amused expressions on their faces. It's good to see Emmett looking calm and rational for once. He's been slowly unraveling all goddamn week.

Falling in love can be a bitch in this town. But hey, it's worth every fucking second.

"She actually said yes?" Dillon lifts a brow, looking at me. "Impressive, Ames. And here I thought you were as hopeless as you look."

Emmett's shoulders shake as he laughs.

My expression falls. "You know what? Normally, that'd piss me off, but not even you are ruining my mood today. You know why? Because I'm getting married and you're paying for it." I glance at Emmett. "Obviously, you're invited."

"Fucking awesome," Emmett says, grinning. "I'm the best man, right?"

"Uh, fuck no."

He flips me off. "Fine, then you're out of my wedding."

"You're getting married?"

"Yep." He scratches his beard. "Just as soon as she agrees."

"Been there, done that." I hold out my knuckles for him to bump. "Convince Dillon to pay for it. We're inviting the whole town."

"Hold the fuck on," Dillon growls. "I didn't agree to this."

"Should have read the fine print, dick." I smirk savagely. "You agreed when you said you'd pay for the wedding. I'm thinking lobster. Caviar. A live band."

"Remember how I said I liked making your eye twitch because I couldn't threaten to shoot a man who'd already been shot?" Dillon eyes me levelly. "My moral compass is swinging the other way, Ames."

I laugh quietly. He's been bitching about not being able to threaten to shoot me since I started. I'm not worried, though. I doubt his gun even has bullets.

"Why are you even here anyway?" he demands. "Didn't I give you the day off for Molly's interview?"

"That's actually why I'm here…" I tap on the doorframe, letting Molly know it's safe to enter.

She peeks in, glancing around. "Uh, why is your office a closet? And why have I never been in here before now?"

"Jesus fucking Christ," Dillon mutters. "Why does everyone insist on giving me shit about my office?"

"Because it's a closet?" Emmett mutters.

Dillon scowls at him before turning to Molly. "Are you going to keep me in suspense or what?"

"No." She practically skips through the door, an envelope in her hands. "I brought you something."

"It better be your resignation or I swear to God, I'm driving to Houston myself," Dillon mutters, taking the envelope from her hands. He tears into it, his brows furrowing when he sees the greeting card. "What the fuck is this?"

"Just read it," I suggest.

"Deepest sympathies for your loss," he reads the outside before flipping it open. As soon as he sees the inside, his expression morphs, a shit-eating grin overtaking his face. "Of me. I quit. PS: Thanks for not being an awful boss."

"I got the job," Molly whispers.

"Obviously you got the job," he says, tossing the card down on his desk as he hauls himself to his feet. Emmett has to squeeze his knees to the side to let him around. He scoops Molly up, hugging her. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I fucking knew you could do it."

For the first time since I met her, she cries, flinging her arms around Dillon in a fierce hug. "Thank you," she whispers, her eyes coming to me. "Thank you for believing in me."

"Hell," Dillon mutters. "Believing in you was the easy part. Being bossed around by you was a motherfucker, though."

Molly chokes on laughter as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her up against my chest. "I wasn't that bad."

"Yeah, you were," I whisper, pressing my lips to her forehead. "But we fucking love you for it anyway, princess."