Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Harper

I can't move. I think that orgasm just killed me. Or maybe I'm paralyzed

for life. I'm not

sure.

I sort of don't care

Easton grabs one of the condom packets and I watch as he tears it

open and rolls it onto his erection. He positions himself above me, his

expression pained as he grips the base, the head right there, poised at

my entrance. We stare at each other, our breaths accelerated and then

slowly, carefully, he pushes inside of me.

I close my eyes as I feel him stretch me wide. Oh God it-it stings. Hurts.

But I don't stop him. I breathe shallowly, reminding myself to relax. I

can take it. I can take this.

Once he's fully inside of me, he pauses, and I crack my eyes open to

find him watching me.

“You okay?" he rasps

I nod, unable to speak.

He starts to move, slowly at first, me awkward beneath him until we

eventually establish a rhythm. And though it's not the most pleasant

feeling I've ever experienced, I can tell he's enjoying it from the way

he’s continuously cursing beneath his breath, his movements coming

faster and faster.

Until he's pounding inside of my body, our sweaty skin sticking. His low

groans send a shiver through me, and when he reaches in between us

to brush his fingers against my

clit?

“Oh God," I gasp, my eyes flying open when he increases his speed.

I can't catch my breath. He's moving so fast, thrusting. Withdrawing.

Thrusting again. Out of nowhere he shouts, and I realize he's coming,

his big body consumed with shivers as I cling to him, a small orgasm

rippling through me thanks to his insistent fingers on

my clit.

We collapse in a heap of tangled, sweaty limbs and he rolls off of me,

pulling me with him. His mouth is at my forehead as he breathes

heavily and I run my hand up and down his chest, shifting lower to

trace his abs.

“Jesus,” he finally manages to say.

I giggle.

I can't help it and he starts chuckling, until we're both laughing, my face

pressed against his neck, his arms around my waist. Eventually our

laughter dies and he’s pulling away from me, but I don't want to let him

go.

“I need to get rid of the condom,” he whispers.

“Oh.” I release him, feeling dumb, my gaze trailing his every move as he

exits my bedroom and enters the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush, the

water run and then he’s back, slipping beneath my comforter and

pulling me back into his arms. I settle my head on his chest and close

my eyes, content.

“Should I leave?” he asks a few minutes later, his fingers in my hair,

combing through the still damp strands.

I lift my head. “Why would you leave?”

“Ryan might come back soon.”

“I don't care if he does.”

“I'm sure he's pissed at me.”

“He'll get over it,” I reassure him.

“How can you be so sure? And why is he so damn protective of you all

the time?" The irritation in Easton's voice is obvious.

“Well, look at you. You're his best friends and you're all a bunch of

manwhores.” I'm teasing, but then again not. “He wanted to keep you

away from me so you couldn't hurt me.”

His expression turns serious as he continues brushing his fingers

through my hair. “1

don't want to hurt you ever again, Harper.”

My heart cracks. Who knew Easton could be so sweet? “You won't.” I

lean in and brush my mouth against his. “I won't let you.”

He smiles against my lips. “So you're a badass now?”

“I was always a badass,” I say, kissing him yet again. “You just didn't

realize it."

“True.” His hand slides down my back, settling on my butt.

“Are we going to keep doing this?” I ask.

“If by this you mean fuck?” He squeezes one butt cheek. “Yeah. You got

a problem with that?”

“No,” I whisper as he rolls back over on top of me. “Not at all.”

We lost all track of time but It didn't matter because my parents are still

out of town and Ryan never managed to come home. Easton ordered

pizza and we ate it naked in bed together. We used up all three of

those condoms and wished for more. We fell asleep in each other's

arms and slept that way all night. I woke up rested and refreshed and...

With a giant boner brushing against my backside.

“Good morning,” he murmurs into my neck, his deep, sleep roughened

voice making my pussy flutter.

“You're definitely-awake.” I rub my butt against his erection

He chuckles. God, I love a happy Easton. “I really wish I'd bought more

condoms last night.”

He'd wanted to leave at one point and pick up more at a store but I

convinced him to stay. I was scared he might leave and never come

back.

Stupid, I know.

“We can pick up more today,” I suggest.

“We should.” He kisses my neck. “I'm hungry.”

“Me too.” He rests his hand on my stomach just as it growls. “Starved

really.”

“We should go somewhere.”

“Okay.” Yes, in public. Maybe we could run into people from school and

they could see us together. Public confirmation would be perfect.

“Let's go then.” He pulls away from me and rolls out of bed, my gaze

landing on the perfection that is his bare ass.

“I should shower first.”

He turns to face me, his cock half erect. “Together?”

“Sure,” I say, feeling suddenly shy.

We're just entering my bathroom when I hear the sound of the front

door unlocking. We both freeze, our gazes meeting.

“Ryan?” Easton asks.

“Must be,” I whisper.

“Harper! Ryan! Get down here!”

Wait a minute. That was

“Your dad,” Easton says, his eyes wide.

“Hold on.” I take his hand and drag him into my room. “Stay here.”

Easton slips on the sweats he borrowed from Ryan-he never did pull his

clothes out of the dryer-while I throw on an old T-shirt and a pair of

panties.

"Harper! Get down here right now!” This time it's Mom yelling.

“I'll be right back,” I tell Easton. “Don’t leave this room.”

He grabs me by the waist, delivering a blistering kiss to my lips before

he shoves me out of my room. “Good luck.”

I race down the stairs and bolt out the front door, stopping on the front

porch when my parents swivel their heads in my direction.

“Hey. You guys are home early.” I try to smile brightly, like it's no big

deal, but inside I'm quivering, I'm so freaked out.

“Yeah well, we realized we needed to come right home after we

couldn't get a hold of you or Ryan all night long and our neighbor

called us at six in the morning letting us know about-“Mom waves a

hand in the direction of the garage door. “—this. Care to explain what

it's all about?”

My gaze slowly shifts to the garage door Mom's pointing at and my

stomach drops when I see it.

Oh no