Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Harper

It's like the Easton Twilight zone. He shoves me away, pulls me close, he

kisses me with the same mouth that curses me. I don't think he even

knows what he wants, but it's addicting and stupid the way he kisses

like I'm forever when I'm not even a right now.

This time he doesn't take my shirt off, he just shoves it up while his

mouth devours mine, his lips and tongue moving at a pace that drives

me insane, I can't digest what's even happening because it's happening

so fast.

It's Easton's house.

Easton's bathroom.

My brother is in the next room over eating pizza like everything is

normal and I'm sucking on Easton's tongue while he bites down on my

lip.

This is not a normal Monday.

This is not a normal day.

I want to shove him away because I know this means nothing to him,

but I can't help the way I feel. That way I've always felt.

Selfishly 1 want this maybe more than he does.

Even if tomorrow he goes back to ignoring me. So I say it, out loud, I

don't want to get hurt and he has the power to do exactly that. “This

means nothing.”

He moans into my mouth. “Absolutely nothing.”

“It's just sex.” I agree even though I know it's not. Even though this will

be my first time and everything is right and wrong and confusing and

imperfect.

“One hundred percent.” He agrees, his mouth leaving mine briefly as he

kisses my chin then roughly pulls my leggings down along with my

underwear, I'm completely bare to him. I have no time to be

embarrassed. Cold air hits my ass as he lifts me onto the counter

tugging off my shoes, socks, and letting my leggings dangle from my

right leg while he unbuttons his jeans.

1 help him.

Something is seriously wrong with us.

If someone told me to stop, I'd compare it to withholding your breath,

with choosing not to breathe.

It's impossible to survive.

His every touch feels like fresh air, I suck him in like an addict-he holds

me close like an addiction

His jeans slide down his perfect ass annoying me to no end as he

reaches into the drawer by the sink pulling out a condom.

This is happening.

“Easy access?” I taunt.

“Put them in here while you ordered the pizza.” He says kissing me

harder.

“So,” I pull away. “This was planned?”

“No.” He admits, his eyes unfocused, crazy. Just hopeful. Do you really

think I'm that insane to fuck you with your brother sitting on my

couch.”

“Yes.” I reach for him, biting down on his bottom lip. “I do.”

“That hurts so good.” He ducks his head into my hair, his lips on my

neck, frozen there like he wants to memorize the moment when he's

already promised it means nothing to him. “No jokes about going fast.”

“No jokes about being a slut.”

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“You aren't a slut.” He says it so seriously so softly that I look at him, his

eyes lock on mine, and then he’s kissing me again, eyes open, eyes

searching, filling. “Tonight, you're just mine.”

He owns me.

He's owned me since my brother announced he had a new best friend.

And I've wanted him since I can remember.

Without looking away from me he tugs the foil wrapper open, he puts

on the condom. I'm afraid to look down.

But when I do it's to see his fingers creeping up my thighs pulling them

further apart as he tucks himself back in like he's changed his mind, and

shocks the hell out of me by licking his lips. “Sorry I think I prefer a

small snack right now.”

I realize I'm shaking.

He knows it.

I don't know what to say as he presses his palm against me, his finger

gently making my body tremble as he finds each spot that's needy for

him, empty for him

His kiss is soft in the next instant, disarming me as his fingers move. My

lips part on a scream as he covers my mouth with his other hand

fingering me, before his mouth replaces them-his tongue is invasive

and hot. It's perfect. He knows exactly what he's doing and who he’s

doing it to. My head falls back against the mirror. He's gripping my

hips, his mouth killing me slowly, as he alternates between kissing and

sucking.

I feel tears. I'm not embarrassed. I'm scared. Scared this feeling will go

away, scared this means too much to me and nothing at all to him.

So I remind him again between kisses. “This means nothing.”

“Nothing.” He grunts. “Nothing at all.”

“Never.” My eyes well up with unshed tears.

I refuse to let them fall.

“Never.” He echoes his hands move to my face, our mouths are a

tangled web of lies, deceit and lust. “Never.”

A hand moves between my thighs, I spread them open as he moves his

palm against me setting me off in a way I don't expect.

He whispers my name and it doesn’t sound like a curse, it's gentle, sad,

it's everything I wanted, nothing he'll ever admit probably even

happened.

“Fuck, Harper,” He feels me let go and pulls back gripping himself in his

hand, pumping wildly while his other hand finishes me off. It's the

sexiest thing I've ever

seen in real life. “Fuck.”

My head slams back against the mirror, his breath is labored. Easton's

eyes open searching for mine. In any other situation I would have

thought we were having a moment but too soon it's gone.

I hear Ryan's voice. “Guys? Where did you go? Damn I'm high...”

Easton relaxes like he's glad Blake clearly shared the goods.

Two hours later we decide to stay the night after my uber never showed

and Sadie never answered. The boys are too high so of course I'm

trapped.

An hour after I lay down and attempt sleep and the house is silent, I

hear a creak in the floor. The guest room door opens.

And Easton is crashing in my bed, an arm wrapped around me.

I don't sleep for a while, I just repeat to myself over and over again.

“Remember, this means nothing.”