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Easton

W ho the fuck am I?

I don’t hook up with random women in public places. Not anymore anyway. I left that behind in college.

But now… I’m wondering why.

Paige giggles as I lick my lips again before wiping my mouth.

My cock strains against my shorts when I stand, but I ignore it as I help her off the counter, holding her close until her feet hit the floor.

“Your turn.” She bounces her eyebrows, and my cock twitches when I step back.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“ Easton .” She says my name slowly, her deep brown eyes boring into mine, and I’m transfixed by the way her lips move. I’ve never thought about someone saying my name before. It happens every day; it’s not newsworthy. But with Paige. Fuuuck. When Paige says it… God… I want to eat her again.

“I don’t make a habit of doing anything I don’t want to do,” Paige whispers, stepping forward to palm my shaft over my shorts, curling her fingers around the girth as her eyes widen. “And you have no idea how badly I want to make you come. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my life.”

“Jesus, Paige. If you keep talking like that, you won’t get the chance. I’m already so turned on, I might come in my pants.”

Paige smiles, but before I get the chance to laugh at the words that came out of my mouth, she releases me from my shorts and drops to her knees, biting her lip as my cock bounces between us.

“I knew you’d be big, but Jesus. Although my last boy—”

I cover her mouth before she can ruin the mood and glare down at her, making her laugh as she pulls my hand away. “I was going to say he was small.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I growl. “I don’t ever want to hear about another man while my cock stands to attention in front of you.”

Paige nods before leaning forward and licking the pre cum off my tip. My head falls back and I groan, but the second she sucks me into her mouth, my body jerks and I have to work hard to refrain from rocking into her, needing her to set the pace.

She pauses, pulling away, her puzzled gaze staring up at me. “You’re holding back.” It’s not a question. She knows. Just like I knew she was in her head. “Don’t do that,” she continues. “I’m not a delicate flower. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Jesus Christ . Never mind me questioning who the fuck I am. Who the fuck is Paige?

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t.” Her confidence shines in her conviction, and I’d love to know if it sparks from her knowing she can handle anything, or if she trusts me not to push things too far. Either way, I admire her for it.

“Okay. No holding back.” The lie tastes sour as the words slip from my mouth because we just met. I can’t lose control with her before knowing what she can take.

Not that she’s going to make it easy for me. She’s a little minx with mischief in her eyes as she sucks me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip, while her fingers massage my balls.

And I’m like a fucking school kid again, ready to explode when she’s barely begun. Luckily, I’ve learned a few tricks over the years, so I can hold out a bit longer.

Wrapping her free hand around the base of my shaft, she pumps me in sync with her mouth, and my body jerks. Curling my hands in her hair, I help her move as I stare down at her, and fuck, if it’s not the most beautiful sight.

She raises an eyebrow as she takes me down her throat, making me choke out a mix between a laugh and a groan. I tug on her ponytail, reminding her that I’m still in control, and she rewards me with a whimper as her expression turns to hunger.

I watch as she squirms beneath me, needing another release, but I’m too close to change this up. Too far gone.

“Touch yourself,” I demand, loving it when she moans against my cock as her body melts. At first she squeezes one of her breasts and sighs. But while that’s a sight to behold, it’s not what I want her to do.

“Uh-uh.” I shake my head. “Lower. Touch your pussy.”

With her gaze locked on mine, she does as I ask, lowering her hand, the hint of a smile in her eyes. She’s loving this.

“Yes. That’s it. I want you to come with me. I want to feel the vibrations from your mouth as you coat your fingers and try to scream my name.”

Staring up at me, she reaches between her legs and closes her eyes at the first touch, moaning something against my length, almost sending me over the edge. “That’s it. Good girl.”

She rocks her hips, fucking her hand while I fuck her mouth. And if I thought the sight was beautiful before, it’s nothing compared to now.

“Faster,” I grunt. “I’m almost there.”

I’m seconds from exploding when the door of the gym buzzes, but I can’t move. Paige is gripping my ass so hard that her nails dig into my flesh.

“Fuck, Paige. We need to stop.”

She shakes her head and grips me tighter, forcing my cock to go deeper, gagging when my tip hits the back of her throat. Her body spasms against her other hand and she cries out, the sensation sending me flying as tears fall from her eyes. “Paige,” I warn, but she doesn’t listen. “I’m going to—”

She nods and I come in her mouth, watching as she swallows every drop, her watery gaze never leaving mine. And when I’m done, she stands and mimics my move, licking her lips as she smiles.

“God, that was hot,” she whispers, her eyes flicking to the door. “Every part of it. Watching you lose control. Your forceful tone. And then knowing someone could hear us or walk in at any moment. Thank you, Window-Seat Guy.”

“Who are you?” I shake my head with a chuckle, in awe of the woman standing in front of me.

“I’m Paige.” She giggles with a shrug, like it’s no big deal. Like she’s no big deal, but I beg to differ. “I was going to ask you the same thing,” she adds as she bites her lip.

A strangled laugh escapes me. “I honestly have no fucking clue anymore. Like I said, I’m rusty.”

“You call that rusty? You just destroyed me for all future men.”

Holy fuck. “Happy to be of service.”

With another giggle, Paige cleans herself up, and I turn around to give her some privacy, securing my cock back in my gym shorts.

By the time I turn back, she has her ass in the air as she glides her silk thong slowly up her legs and I’m goddamn hard again.

When she’s dressed, Paige walks out first, seemingly unperturbed about finding someone in the gym. But when her laughter filters through the air, I know that it’s empty.

“Coast is clear,” she sings, spinning around to face me, and a tension fills the space. Although judging by Paige’s relaxed demeanor, I might be the only one of us that feels it because… What comes next?

Maybe we should have had that talk before crossing the line, but it’s too late for that now.

Guilt works its way into my chest, and while I don’t regret it, I have some concerns. I lost control and I shouldn’t have. She deserves better than a quickie in the gym’s changing rooms. But I can’t give her anything beyond that.

Taking a deep breath, I’m about to make a mess of the “talk” when Paige grabs her yoga mat and water and smiles. “Thanks for the extra workout, Easton .” She says my name slowly again, and I bite back a groan. “Sorry you missed yours.”

Huh? “I’m not sorry.” I huff out a laugh. But that’s not the point. “Paige?”

“I’ll be seeing you.” She sashays toward the exit and waves. “Have a good day.”

Then she’s gone, leaving me staring at the door, a little confused but also extremely relaxed, and completely at odds with my feelings.

I’ve had one-night stands before, but that was something else. And it’s not only because it happened during the day.

Or is everyone that in sync these days? Maybe I have some catching up to do. Maybe sex is like that now.

But also—

Jesus . What the hell am I doing? If Paige isn’t questioning things or making it into a big deal, why am I? We had sex. We fulfilled an urge and she walked away, happy and satisfied.

I’m going to consider it a little break from reality, and now it’s time to get back to my life.

Thank you, Paige. I feel good.

A fter getting in a bit of a workout, I’m on a high for the rest of the morning, and at practice, I’m a formidable machine. Even when they team me up with Zane again, I barely flinch. Nothing could affect me right now. I thrive on this feeling of power.

Mom leaves as soon as I get home, and I fill Isaac in on Macy’s plans for the weekend, noting that the sting I usually get when I talk about my ex is conveniently missing.

Turns out, I needed a distraction… A certain release that the gym or football couldn’t provide me, because right now, I’m unstoppable.

“Can we get ice cream, Daddy?” Isaac asks while I’m tidying up, his small hand tugging on my shorts. “Nana said I couldn’t because I had some yesterday, but we only had vanilla.”

“Vanilla. Ew.” I pull a face and Isaac laughs. “We need to get some more flavor in your life. You run to the bathroom and I’ll grab my wallet. Let’s meet back here in five. Go.”

Isaac laughs as he rushes off, and I smile knowing he’s about to ask for help.

While I wait, I glance down at the time and almost do a double take at how late it is. It’s five forty. I’m supposed to be getting Isaac’s dinner and getting him ready for bed. In an hour I’ll need to—

“ Ready ,” he calls out, interrupting my spiral, making me pause. It’s one night. Yes, I just told Macy she couldn’t do it, but maybe I could skip the bath tonight to make up time. “I’m coming,” I call back, moving in search of my son. And when I find him, his face lit up like it’s Christmas, I can’t say no. “Okay, Buddy. Let’s go.”

With Isaac’s hand in mine, we rush through the lobby, his infectious laughter echoing through the space. “Faster, Daddy. It’s almost nighttime.”

I check the time again and curse under my breath. He’s right—the ice cream parlor closes in nine minutes, and with Isaac in tow, we’re at least six minutes away. Something I didn’t consider when I agreed to this plan. “I promise, we’ll make it.”

Without stopping, I grab his hands and spin him around, lifting him over my head until he’s positioned on my shoulders. He holds onto my hat and ducks down when we reach the doorway, as do I, in a move we’ve perfected since moving in here.

We’ve just stepped through the threshold and straightened up when I almost slam into someone, rocking back on my heels as I brace the wall for balance.

“Jesus, sorry.”

Paige spins to face me, and I rush out something between an incredulous laugh and a groan.

An image of her panting in the gym has me shaking off my thoughts and internally cursing. This is not the best time for our next face-to-face. And it’s not just because we’re running late.

Her eyes widen and I wait for her to launch into her usual chatter, but instead her gaze flits to Isaac before she mutters a quiet “excuse me,” and shifts around us, disappearing into the building without offering her signature smile.

And I frown.

That was weird. I glance back in the direction she went, but before I can process my thoughts, Isaac shakes my head. “Giddyup. We’ve gotta go.”

Taking off on a run, I dodge the crowds of people enjoying a walk in the early evening air, and we make it to the parlor with a minute to spare.

Isaac chooses strawberry and mango flavors, and after making a mess of eating it, we head back for a quick dinner.

“I lub you, Dad,” he says when he’s tucked in bed and I’ve read him a story. “Can you take me to the zoo instead of Mom?”

My heart seizes but I keep a smile plastered on my face. “How about I take you to the zoo another time. So you get to go twice. Your mom really misses you.”

My stomach knots as I speak. Macy better fucking come through on Saturday because if she made me lie to my son—

“Okay, Daddy.” He cuts into my thoughts. “We can go together the next day.”

Isaac smiles brightly and I can’t help but laugh. “We’ll go soon. I promise.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I say goodnight and switch off his lamp. After turning the monitor on, I make myself a drink, and by the time I sit down, he’s asleep.

Only fifteen minutes after his usual time. And God, am I relieved. I’m not quite ready to completely change our routine. Especially after I just told Macy she couldn't. But I'm okay with a few minutes here and there.

For the rest of the night, I can’t stop thinking about my encounter with Paige, trying to analyze her expression. Was she pissed off? Upset? Hurt? Or was that a look of indifference?

I’m not sure which is worse, but I have to know or it will eat away at me.

Only, God knows where I’d find her. She always finds me.