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Easton

TWO YEARS LATER

“ M rs. Wilder, would you stop pacing? ” I growl, immediately stopping Paige in her tracks.

She didn’t hear me come in and she’d promised she wasn’t going to stress.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asks, gritting her teeth while she cringes, watching me with wide eyes as I walk over, settling my hands on her shoulders.

“Long enough to see you driving yourself crazy.”

For the first time, Paige is sharing her sketches with the world as part of a charity art auction.

She was reluctant in the beginning, but when Keeley heard they were looking for new, up-and-coming artists, she convinced Paige to submit a piece.

I, too, thought it was a great idea, but I know better than to tell Paige what to do—unless it’s in the bedroom.

Paige sighs, and I understand what she’s feeling because I see it in her expression every time someone mentions her art. She feels like she’s been stripped bare and put on display. But the fact that she said yes speaks volumes.

A lot of her sketches were created when she needed a release—an outlet for her feelings. She’s always been a strong, confident woman, but even the strongest can fall, and sketching was her way of holding it together. A piece of her that she kept to herself.

Because of that, I look at it like a new level of therapy, almost like by putting the pieces on display, she’s releasing those feelings so she can completely move on.

And I, for one, couldn’t be happier for her.

But Paige…

She shakes her body until I let go of her. “I can’t help it, I—”

“You’ve put so much of yourself into these sketches, and you’re terrified for the world to see you . Not them…you. But I’m here to tell you that people are going to love them, and I’m so goddamn proud of you.”

For the last two years, the amazing human standing in front of me has all but put her career on hold to look after Isaac. Hell, to look after both of us. And no matter how many times we spoke about it, she always insisted it was her choice and exactly what she wanted to be doing.

And since she’s Paige, I know that to be true. She’s never held back on telling me what she wants.

And now…Isaac’s in school and it’s her time to follow her dreams. Only she’s still trying to work out what her dream is.

But there’s no rush. We’ve got all the time in the world, and she’s proud to call herself a mom, which she’s been doing often since her adoption of Isaac was finalized last year.

Paige takes a deep breath and does something we usually do with Isaac. She shakes out her sillies. Just like the kids’ song suggests. Starting with her head, she bounces around the room shaking out various parts of her body, working hard to calm herself down. But when she stops, she’s still frowning.

“How about I take your mind off things? Like you do for me when I’m stressed.”

And God, have we had some stress in the past couple of years. On top of Mom’s deteriorating health and the ever present and always changing Storm scandal, we also had to sit back and watch while the Mikklesons almost got away with extortion. At least until they were finally found guilty after Christian’s fiancée, of all people, miraculously “came across” some crucial evidence after hearing rumors that Christian was cheating on her and she went looking for proof.

Or he had it all along and foolishly shared it with his fiancée then proceeded to fuck around.

Either way, they got what they deserved.

As for Mom, her symptoms haven’t worsened in the past six months, so we’re hopeful they’ve stalled for the time being.

Paige stares at me before crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m listening,” she says, pretending she’s unaffected even though she’s already nibbling the flesh of her bottom lip. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking you need to get naked—now.”

“That’s it?” She raises an eyebrow and mocks offense. “That’s all you’ve got for me?”

I stare at her in challenge before stepping forward and curling my hand into her hair, tugging her into me. “Let’s try that again. How about you run along to our room, strip naked, crawl onto the bed, and bend over with your ass in the air.”

“Okay.” She nods, and I don’t miss the way her chest lifts as she sucks in a breath. “And then what?”

“Then I’m going to finger fuck you from behind until you’re dripping for me, lick you clean, and worship that pretty pussy until you stop thinking about the show tomorrow. Hell, I might push you until you can’t remember your own name.”

“Jesus. Yes. I want that.”

She bites her lip again, watching me with anticipation as though I haven't already given her all the instructions she needs.

“Well?” I ask and she frowns.

“Well, what?”

“Run.”

Her eyes widen but she takes off with a suppressed squeal, her lips pulling into a smile as she rounds the couch.

No matter how tired we are, no matter how busy we get, when we’re alone together, it’s always like fire. Whether it’s a fire that burns uncontrollably, or one that lights us from the inside, making us feel all the love we have for each other. Whether there’s push and pull or one of us telling the other what to do…we are always in sync. That’s never changed between us.

But now, there’s so much more to our relationship, and I love every second of it.

I walk slowly, checking on Isaac before I join Paige, shutting the bedroom door behind me. And when I turn, I find her in position, but she’s staring at me defiantly in a pair of crotchless panties instead of her bare ass.

“This was supposed to be for you.” I smile, my cock hardening at the sight of her lace-covered ass on display for me.

She bites her lip again as she glances over her shoulder, her coy smile shining through. She knows how hot she looks, and she knows I’ve been a sucker for her crotchless panties since our first session of phone sex.

“How am I supposed to concentrate on your pleasure when you look like that?”

Paige laughs as she wriggles her ass, my attempt to calm her already working. “You’ll find a way.”

This woman . I bite my knuckles as I groan and stalk toward her, gently slapping her ass when I reach her. “You better be ready, because I plan on making you come. Fast.”

“Wha—”

I cut her off, spreading her lips so I can rub my finger through her pussy, circling her clit as my free hand palms her ass. “God, you are a vision, Paige. Bent over like this. Waiting.”

She moans in the back of her throat when her body jolts, her pussy so wet that I easily slip a finger inside her. “Always fucking ready.”

“Only for you,” she rasps. “Fuck me, East. Make me come. Make me forget.”

“On it.” I wink before working her pussy with my fingers, massaging her clit while rubbing her walls until she’s struggling to stay still, her ragged breaths filling the air.

“I’m close,” she rushes out at the exact moment her walls tighten, squeezing around my fingers. “East, I’m so—”

Halting my ministrations, I release my cock from my sweats and rub myself through her ass cheeks before lining up with her entrance, loving the way she squirms for me.

She bucks back to take me in, but I pull away, teasing, which elicits her soft mewl. When I line up again, she bucks faster, but I’m still one step ahead, pulling back, my cock throbbing in my hand.

“East, please,” she begs and I smile.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” I slam into her, and she cries out before burying her mouth in the mattress to stifle her sounds.

With her face in the sheets, Paige rocks her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust as I chase my own release, trying to catch up as she finds hers.

Holding her hips, I grind into her, working her as my balls swell, the sight alone making me groan out loud until Paige shushes me.

She actually shushes me.

I slap her ass again, rubbing the mark and reaching around to her pussy, pinching her clit, teasing her in ways I know will usually make her scream, but I get nothing. And while I’m not complaining, because without her sounds, she’s still a goddess, I’m greedy. I want it all.

And I know how to get it.

Grabbing her ponytail, I pull her head back and lean in, pressing my lips to her ear. “Let’s buy a house,” I say out of nowhere, loving her little gasp.

“What?” she whispers, her voice full of confusion.

“A house, Paige.” I continue to rock my hips, pounding into her while she processes my words.

When we first got together, I mentioned that I wanted Isaac to grow up in a house, and she understood my reasons, but we both agreed that we’d wait until I’d retired, so we could decide where best to live. And as a bonus, it’s nice to have family in the same building, with Paige’s dad and my mom. She moved into Paige’s apartment when the house got too much for her— with Phil in tow.

I was all for waiting, until Paige smothered her passionate cry just now, making me realize we need more space. I respect the hell out of her for always putting Isaac first, always worrying about him. But I also want to be able to fuck my wife and I want to do it without any restrictions.

“I’m sick of apartment living. I want a house with a gym and a pool and a million other surfaces I can fuck you on. And I want it to be ours.” My words are rushed and breathless as my cock drills into her, but I turn her face to see me, making sure she registers the conviction in my expression. This is happening.

“You’re choosing now to bring it up?” Paige laughs and her pussy squeezes my cock, making me retaliate with another slap to her ass.

“Yep. Got an issue with that, Wilder?” I suck the flesh below her ear as I cup her pussy, slowing my pace while gently rolling my hips against her.

“Oh God. Oh God.”

“Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“So, it’s a no.”

“No. God, Easton. This—” A high-pitched mewl escapes her and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Shall I decide for us?”

“You’re doing this… Jesus… Yes. There. Oh God.”

“Paige?”

“Yes. Okay. Let’s buy a house. With every fuckable surface. And a pool house so I can scream your name while you’re pounding into me.”

“You want a fuck den?”

“Sounds dirtier than I meant it to be, but sure. Although maybe we call it a palace over a den.”

A palace? Fuck, I love her but… “I’ve got another alternative.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I push her back down to the bed with her face in the pillow and her ass on full display once more. I groan at the view, before filling her in on my idea. “Bite down on the pillow, Wilder. You’re about to see stars.”

Thank you for reading Delicate Storm, I hope you enjoyed Easton and Paige's story.