Page 58 of Don't Say You're Sorry

I let out a hoarse shout, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Oh, fuck, Easton.”

“Just enough for a taste,” he warns, his eyes on mine. “If you come, I’ll fuck you, plug you, and make you sit at the dinner table with your ass full of my cum in front of our parents and your brother. And I’ll make sure they fucking know about it.”

I whimper. I almost let myself come just to see if he’ll go through with it, but I don’t. I mean, I’m stupid when it comes to him, but notthatstupid.

Flattening my palm on his forehead, it takes every ounce of willpower I have to push him away. He stands, sucking my taste off his fingers smugly. I lean against the wall, breathless, trembling, and needy as fuck. My dick is hard as a rock, pointing straight at him, dripping precum on the floor.

“Get dressed,” he says. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“Your dad’s going to be pissed,” I warn.

Taking the tie from around my neck, he stuffs it into his pocket. “You let me worry about my dad, okay?”

“Okay.”

And then he’s gone.

With my fucking tie.

CHAPTER 22

EASTON

Easton

Did your mom tell you I have a girlfriend? I hope she did, and I hope it killed you.

I’m moving in with her tomorrow. I hate this fucking apartment.

“He changed his mind, didn’t he?” Adam asks, tipping his chin at my car where Axel is waiting for us in the back seat. “He wasn’t gonna come back.”

I shake my head. “No, but don’t worry. I gave him the push he wanted. It wasn’t that hard to get him here.”

He gives me a small smile. “Thanks.”

I curl my lip. “I didn’t do it for him, and you know it.”

“If you say so.” He shrugs, and we get in the car. “Hey,” he says to his brother, reaching between the seats to give him a hug. Axel looks unimpressed, not one for affection, but he still leans forward and pats Adam on the back. “You’ve been out here for ages. Why didn’t you come in?”

“And overhear whatever it is you two were doing in there?” He gestures between us with a flick of his wrist. “I’d rather die of boredom out here.”

I raise a brow at him through the rearview.

“Axel.” Adam sighs. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Relax. I’m joking,” he says. “I wasn’t bored. I have my book.” He waves a book at us.

“Is thatAlter Arloby Nordika Night?” Adam asks.

“Yeah.”

“That’smybook.” Adam snatches it, checking the paperback for damage. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere. Did you steal it from my room?”

“No. I borrowed it.” Leaning forward, Axel plucks it back and continues reading.

Adam’s jaw tics, but he lets him have it. “Do you like it?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”