Done (Harmony Haven #1)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

JESSE

The last time Easton was in my room, he’d made me scream in fear and confusion. I had no idea who the stranger was standing so close to my son, and I wanted him to leave.

Now, not only did I want him to stay, I needed him to make me rejoice in the kind of pleasure I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in far too long. I wanted to scream again, in satisfaction and bliss.

I hadn’t changed my mind on letting him have my heart, but my body was undeniably all his.

Easton took my words to heart and made it his mission, roughly pushing me back onto the bed as my dress gathered around my waist. Instead of pulling it off he pushed my knees up and opened my legs, baring my wet panties. He stood at the foot of my bed, looking down between my eyes and my pussy, as he slid his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and let it hit the ground. He continued to stare as he went for his belt, and I moaned watching the way his arms and chest flexed while undressing himself.

With the heat of his stare burning a hole into my body, I instinctively started closing my legs, insecurity getting the best of me. But my movement made him freeze and lock his eyes to mine. Without uttering a single sound, he shook his head no with the kind of demand that made me instantly obey.

As if he was afraid to let me start thinking for myself, he stopped working on his jeans and grabbed my thighs, pulling me to the end of the bed. “Hope you’re not attached to these,” he spoke with his mouth against the fabric of my panties. “I don’t want your legs closing long enough to take them off properly.”

There was no wrong answer. He didn’t even wait for me to respond before his fingers snuck between his lips and my pussy. They pulled hard, shredding the delicate lace I had chosen to put on that night and I made a mental note to call Francesca and order twelve more, just so he could keep doing what he needed to do.

“Oh God,” I breathed loudly, surprised by how quickly he had moved to get me into such a mind-blowing situation.

“I’ve wanted to taste this pussy since the first night I laid eyes on you.” His tongue flattened against me and he lapped at the moisture that had started to seep from my body. My hips started to move, desperately wanting to find more friction against his lips, but he held me tight, keeping control of every touch.

“The towel…” I trailed off, unable to even articulate a reminder that I had a towel around my body that night. Sure, it had been half hanging off, but it had to have created some kind of shield.

“Did nothing to keep me from imagining how perfect you were under all those tightly woven loops.”

His tongue once again tasted me, easing its way more forcefully between the lips of my pussy. Then his lips closed, and he created a small siphon that made my clit tremble.

“Told you I’d take care of you,” he reminded me, making me think of how serious he was when I mentioned going into the city to have fun. “This pussy is mine, Jess. I take care of what’s mine.”

It was his. At least in that moment, it was. He may as well have had a deed on it, signed and notarized with his name and social security number. It wasn’t as if I could have controlled any part of my own body. He knew exactly how to reign over me and I needed that more than I would ever admit.

Being a single mom was a lot of work, and I gave everything I had to my son. That included my life and my pleasure. If it didn’t suit Max, I didn’t allow it to come into our lives.

But I deserved Easton. I had earned the right to let myself feel helpless and wanton in his presence. And he had earned the trust I needed to be so vulnerable.

“Jess?” He looked up between my open legs, making me lock eyes with him. His new nickname for me made me feel special, but his tone made me worry. “Don’t hold back,” he gritted between his teeth. “I want you to saturate me, baby. Test my mortality.”

His words made me pulse without even being touched and he smirked as he watched me come undone. While his tongue and his left thumb worked together to gently stroke me through my orgasm, he used his right hand to work his jeans open. Only after he was sure I had finished, he stood and let his jeans drop, stroking himself with his wet hand.

I thought he was going to climb over me, lay himself on top of me, and ease his cock into my body. But instead, he went back to his knees and once again took his tongue to my core.

“Again,” he whispered. “I need more.”

Instead of being slow, he aggressively licked me clean then closed his lips once again, instantly bringing my body back to life. He ate like I was a meal, moaning as he strategically placed his tongue where I needed it most and using just the right amount of pressure.

When another orgasm took over my body, I screamed louder than I had before. If he thought he wanted to drown, he didn’t consider the fact that he may actually kill me first. My body was wracked, completely weak as my climax seemed to carry on longer than the first one.

“Oh my God.” Those were the only words I knew, apparently. It was all I could say as I repeatedly gasped and moaned.

Easton stood back up, his lips glistening from my cum, his hair a complete mess, and his cock standing straight up. He wordlessly motioned for me to remove my dress and I did, throwing it onto the floor and showing him my entire body.

His eyes went down to my scar, the one I had almost forgotten existed. It was the scar I got from bringing Max into the world, and one I had never shown to anyone since that day.

My hand moved to cover it, hoping I looked subtle and sexy. The last thing I wanted was to stop what we were doing, but I didn’t want Easton’s focus to shift either.

“Don’t,” he demanded, making me stop. “Don’t you dare try to fucking hide.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since…” I flinched, sounding both weak and pathetic.

“And no one is coming after me, either.”

I knew it was in jest, but his words still made me flutter with need once again. My hand stayed where it was, half covering the scar, as Easton used the back of his hand to finally wipe his mouth clean. Then he reached down and lifted my hips, moving me farther onto the bed.

My hand fell to the side, exposing the scar in its entirety as Easton knelt on the bed between my legs. Gently, he took his fingers to the line, feeling the ridges and eyeing the discoloration that would always live permanently on my skin.

“Fucking phenomenal,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then his eyes met mine and I could tell he was in awe. He spoke louder, clearer, and made sure I listened when he spoke again. “You are a goddamn warrior, Jess.”

Damn right I was. That scar may have made me flinch in our intimacy, but it wasn’t a spot on my body that I would ever regret. Nor was it a scar that involved a few band-aids. It didn’t heal beautifully because I didn’t allow it to. I worked my ass off to care for my son in the days that followed, and recovered the best I could. It was hard, and I was proud. And Easton seeing that in me meant more than he probably realized.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, not wanting to redirect the path we were headed down. “Please don’t let it stop you.”

“Stop me?” He smirked. “I want to fuck you so hard you hold that scar closed with your fucking hand.”

He looked amused by his own words and shook his head in disbelief. His hand traveled from the scar, up to my breasts and cupped them while his cock aligned to my core.

“Where are they?” Easton asked, as if I knew what he was referring to. My look of confusion only made him smile and he bit his lip. “The condoms,” he reminded me. “We need those right about now.”

“I…um…” Damn where were they? What were we even talking about?

The head of his cock touched me, and he pushed slightly, threatening to enter my body without the protection I had clearly made sure to have on hand. Except my brain was still blank and I wanted him to keep going, to push him inside of me without the latex barrier I knew we didn’t really need.

“I…” Again, I couldn’t speak, which was good since I was about to tell him I was on birth control. Regardless of the precautions I had taken for myself since having Max, I needed to be responsible. Thankfully, Easton was thinking for us both.

“Your body is tempting, Baby. But,” he lowered himself over the top of me, pressing his lips to mine and nuzzling his nose against mine. “I’m not risking any regrets from you.”

Without asking, he reached toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. If he were anyone else, or if I hadn’t been so incredibly desperate for him, I would have been embarrassed that I had a bright pink battery-operated boyfriend sitting on top of everything else in the drawer.

Easton didn’t even seem fazed, though. He pushed it aside and reached for the box of condoms I had bought the night we went shopping. Then he made quick work of tearing them open and sheathing his cock.

“You with me?” His hands moved up my legs, my waist, and my neck as he lowered himself over my body.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “But I’m desperate, Easton. I can’t even think straight.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, lining back up to my pussy. “I want you desperate for me, always.”

I nodded because I probably always would be, even when I knew I shouldn’t be. “Please.”

Slowly, Easton pushed inside of me, a sensation that I hadn’t felt in years. Was it always this good? Was it always this intense? He was gentle and methodical, watching every expression on my face and in my eyes.

“The night I met you,” he groaned as he began moving in and out. “I thought your eyes were the prettiest pair I had ever seen. Wasn’t sure there would ever be a moment that topped how they looked when you finally saw who I was and relaxed. The way they brightened after being so dark. The way they settled on my eyes, resolute and firm. Fuck, I was done for in that moment, Jess. But…” he trailed off, closing his eyes as the movements between us built a sensation that was putting us in danger of literally exploding. “Now…” he continued—or tried to. His breathing was laboring, and instead of taking a breath or finishing his sentence, he kissed me softly and with way more meaning than I wanted to admit feeling.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and I eagerly kissed him back, pushing my tongue between his teeth. His hips thrust quicker, his grunts got deeper, and I felt him swell inside of me.

“Easton!” I yelled against his lips. “Easton, oh shit. Yes.”

“Your eyes,” he moaned. “They looked even better as I pushed inside of you.”

It took me a second to realize he was finishing his earlier thought about my eyes. Even through the lust and the intensity between us, he needed to tell me what that moment was for him, and it was all I needed to push me over the edge again.

“Never mind,” he growled, lifting and pounding harder inside of me. “Now it's your eyes as you come on my cock .” My body shook, my arms fell to my side, and my eyes started to close, which made him grab my chin. “Show me.”

My eyes opened, and I came, looking directly into his soul. He nodded, happy as he silently expressed his appreciation, as if my eyes being open were a gift I had wrapped up and added a bow to.

Before I could come down from the high, Easton’s movements started to get jerky, and his growl sounded menacing. With his eyes locked onto mine, he came, and I realized he was right, because looking at his eyes as he came was euphoric. It created butterflies inside my stomach and goosebumps up and down my arms. I could do it again, watch him come over and over, between my legs and with my body.

After he emptied himself into the condom, his arms gave out, and he fell on top of me, making me laugh. My arms wrapped around him again, running my fingers through his hair and then over his back.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.” His voice was muffled as his face stayed plastered to my pillow. “But we aren’t even close to being done.”