Page 143 of Outlaw Heartstrings
“What…?” I croak out. “What are you talking about…?”
“You can’t look at me like I’ve got your whole world in my hands.”
I reach up and grip his biceps. “But you do…” I whisper.
Easton closes his eyes, tilting his head up to the sky as he pumps into me. “You’re killing me. You’re too beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
He’s the beautiful one. My gaze flits over his face down to his broad pecs and his muscular torso, lingering at the place where are bodies are joined.
Each time his thick, drenched cock disappears inside of me, my pussy coats him in a fresh spurt of wetness. I’ve never been this turned on. I feel everything. Every throb of his bulging crown. Every ridge of his steely shaft. The slightest change in the angle or the depth or the speed.
I’m just a bag of sensations beneath him.
Easton swallows hard as he brings his eyes back to mine. “I-I need to make this last, Alba. I’m struggling.”
He grabs my waist and flips me again, this time, maneuvering me onto my knees.
With a firm palm pressed to the curve of my spine, he holds me down and he starts to pump, harder and faster than before. Every inch of my body jiggles and wobbles with the pounding. But my brain can’t even form an insecurityto ruminate on. Because it feels so damn good. And Easton keeps telling me that I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
So I just press my cheek to the blanket and I take my pounding like a good girl, with the scent of pretty, yellow flowers surrounding me.
Easton’s hand reaches around my body, finding my clit with ease. “I need you to come now, Tiny Tiger.Now.” His roaring command rises up all around me as he plucks those sensitive nerves between his thumb and index finger.
My body obeys like a puppet. A dam of pleasure unleashes between my thighs and explodes down length of my limbs. Turning my face into the blanket, I release a helpless, guttural sob into the earth.
My pussy gives one last hard throb and, on a gasp, Easton urgently yanks his cock from inside me. “Alba…” he growls my name.
His release coats my back in warm, thick ropes slicking down my skin. I revel in the feel of it until he’s emptied the very last drop.
When he is completely drained, he collapses onto the blanket beside me. I crawl into his arms, not caring that every inch of me is covered in bodily fluids, his and mine. Easton doesn’t care either. He just holds me, stroking my hair as I press my cheek to his pounding heart.
“I love you. I love you, Easton,” I exhale.
“I love you, too, Alba.” His chest stutters. “You know I’m going to marry you, right?” He murmurs into the air and everything around us goes still.
“What…?” I whisper, hardly believing my ears.
“I want you to be my wife, Alba Anderson. No—more than that—I want to be your husband. I want to be your shoulder to lean on. Your rock. The keeper of your secrets.The giver of your orgasms.” He chuckles. “The man to love you long beyond my dying breath. I want to be yours.”
“You’re mine…” I whisper. “And I’m yours.”
Smiling at each other, we lie side by side on the blanket, barely taking notice of the color show that dances across the sky as the sun sets in the distance. By the time we’re ready to go, the stars are out, decorating the darkened sky.
“Stay the night with me?” Easton asks, his chin jutting in the direction of his mansion, standing majestically behind the gate just across the street.
“Yes.”
After getting dressed, Easton takes me to his house. He stretches me out in his bed and he makes love to me all night long.
We barely get any sleep, not that I’m complaining. But by the time the sun is coming up, I’m anxious to get back to Jagger.
He stayed with my mom last night and I have a feeling he’ll be eager to see me this morning. Just twenty-four hours ago for us, things felt so uncertain. I want to assure him again that everything will be all right.
When we get back to my place, the curtains at Mom’s place are still drawn, so I decide to go upstairs to my place and take a quick shower. Easton follows me up to my porch as I dig my keys out of my purse.
At the front door, I notice a stack of papers folded in half and stuffed into my mailbox. I pull out the document, squinting to read it without my glasses. My jaw drops open and I gasp out loud.
In an instant, Easton is right at my side with a hand on my hip. “Baby? What is it?”
