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CHAPTER NINETEEN

GARY

I choked on air, spinning around from my perusal of the room.

“W-Whose family?” I asked, eyes wide.

“Yours,” Coach said with a raised eyebrow. “Getting him to intimidate people to leave you alone will work on campus, but if you want the rest of it to stop, you’ll need to go to the source.”

“I liked Angel’s idea more,” Easton said blandly.

Yeah, that was what I was afraid of. I liked Easton, and if it were a different circumstance, I’d be proud to introduce him to my family, but I was a little afraid of how he’d react if they weren’t kind to me. And they probably wouldn’t be.

“I, uh… I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” I said once Coach had finished berating Easton about that terrifying idea.

“Easton already punched someone for saying something unkind. That’s almost guaranteed with my sister, and maybe for my parents, too.

I don’t think it’ll have the effect we want. ”

“He is a bit of a wild card,” Smiley said as he slumped into the chair next to me. His eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn’t seem to hold up his own bodyweight. If I hadn’t seen him smoking, I would’ve been worried for his health.

“What about an event? Somewhere Phantom would have to behave,” Angel suggested. They’d all wandered over, and I wondered if Easton would get annoyed again, but he just looked bored. Okay, good. He didn't hold grudges against his friends.

“Does your school have family week?” Chuckles asked. “Mine did when I had to go.”

I shook my head quickly. “They wouldn’t be bothered to come to that. Or really anything that has to do with me. It either has to be about my sister, or we’d need to go to them.”

“When’s her birthday?” Easton queried.

Ooh… If we could somehow ruin Brienna’s birthday, I think I could die happy. I never got to have a party and even the cake on my birthday had to be in the flavors and colors Brienna wanted. Bringing my grungy tattooed boyfriend to one of her fancy parties would make my year.

“November 30th. She always has a big party. I’m usually expected to serve food and stuff, but this will be the first year I don’t have to. They can’t make me since I no longer live at home.”

Easton smirked. “You’re bouncing. You like the idea?”

“Yes.” I nodded sharply. “Even just showing up with a boyfriend would piss her off.”

“We’d need to be prepared for her to retaliate,” Coach cautioned. He had a point. Brienna wouldn’t take me crashing her party well, even if I did something as simple as showing up with Easton.

“Or… maybe not.” Chuckles looked mischievous. “How fancy are these parties, exactly?”

Pursing my lips, I thought about it. “Pretty fancy. Not black tie, but it’s not as simple as going to dinner with family and having cake. Last year, my parents rented out the whole terrace of a popular restaurant, and Brienna invited all her friends. She’s still pretty popular.”

I didn’t see how people were blind to how awful she was, but I stopped asking that question years ago. It didn’t matter.

Chuckles raised an eyebrow at Easton. It seemed like they were having a silent conversation, and Easton looked annoyed at whatever it was about. He made an irritated sound and looked away, which must have meant he lost the silent argument, because Chuckles grinned wildly.

“Showing up at your sister’s party with a badass like Phantom would be epic. But it would be even more epic if he showed up in a fancy suit. Spoiled chicks are always looking for a man to take care of them. When she sees you got him instead, she’ll be furious.”

I wrinkled my nose at that idea. “I don’t want him to pretend to be someone else. He’s great like he is.”

Easton stiffened, and when I glanced at him, he looked stunned. I frowned. “What’d I say?”

Shoving his chair out, he grabbed my elbow, hauling me out of my seat. “We’ll be back later.”

Taken off guard, I couldn’t do anything but follow him and try to keep myself from face planting. He was moving faster than I could keep up with, and his grip on my arm threw me off balance. He dragged me out the front door, ignoring the jeers from his friends, and went straight for his car.

I must’ve said something to piss him off if he was bringing me home already. I just couldn’t figure out what I did. Did he think I was insulting him by saying he couldn’t wear a suit?

“I forgot my backpack…” I murmured, stumbling when he came to a halt beside his car.

“We’ll get it later.”

I thought we’d get in his car, but he pulled me around it, out of the sight of the main door, and shoved me against it on the other side. I gasped, fisting his shirt, and made a muffled sound of surprise when his mouth collided with mine.

“ Mmph !”

It was frantic and demanding, like he was trying to brand himself on me. I was a little worried about being up against his car, not wanting to scratch or even smudge the paint, but I quickly forgot where I was when Easton’s thigh pressed between my legs, giving me something to grind on.

My moan was loud in the quiet parking lot, only muffled by Easton’s mouth on mine.

My hips moved without any forethought as I chased the pleasure he offered.

I was intimately aware that I had no underwear on and things would end poorly if I didn’t at least try to hold myself back.

Luckily, Easton wasn’t looking to make me come in my pants again.

While one hand gripped my hair tightly, the other snaked between us, jerking open the button on my jeans.

Were we going to have sex outside?

The thought flitted through my head, but I couldn’t be bothered to stop him.

It felt too good, and it was too fast and intense to give me a chance to get nervous about it.

I gasped and moaned when Easton’s hand disappeared into my pants, stroking me.

Ripping my mouth away from his, I whimpered out a warning.

“Easton…”

“I love how responsive you are,” he growled against my ear. “I want to fuck you every way I can think of, just to see your reactions.”

Hot. So freaking hot. I nodded emphatically, thrusting my erection into his hand. Anything he wanted to try, I was game for. I wasn’t wasting the opportunity to explore.

A small whine escaped when he relaxed his grip on me.

He chuckled, totally enjoying torturing me.

The jerk. I wanted to get payback somehow, but I was too overwhelmed, completely at his mercy as his hand delved down the back of my pants.

But when he brushed over my hole, it wasn’t the pleasant pain from before that rocked through me.

I hissed, jerking away, and Easton froze.

“Sore?”

I nodded, my cheeks bright red. I felt the ache, but I didn’t realize that meant I couldn’t have more sex. Now we were both worked up for nothing. Guilt ate at me for not saying anything sooner until Easton lifted my chin with his knuckle.

“You need to stop punishing yourself for things you can’t control. Besides, there’s more than one way to get off, Gary. I told you, I want you in dozens of ways.”

Okay, maybe I didn’t realize what he’d meant by that at the time. In my defense, he had my erection in his hand. I couldn’t really think at that point.

“W-What ways?” I asked breathlessly. Yes, I was a panting, whimpering mess. Don’t judge me.

Easton’s rough chuckle sent a shiver up my spine, and I moaned when he ran his tongue up my neck. “You’ll see.”

His strong hands wrapped around my thighs, hoisting me off my feet. My stomach swooped at the action, and a giddy laugh bubbled up automatically. I seriously liked how strong he was.

“Can I watch you fight sometime? I think you’d look sexy.”

His grin was bemused, and he nipped at my bottom lip to distract me. “Maybe. Now stop thinking about me fighting and focus on what we’re doing.”

Okay, but with him hauling me around, how could I not think about him fighting. Did he do it shirtless, like I’d seen on tv? Because that’d be really hot.

Cold metal against my ass shocked me into paying attention. I choked on a protest, wiggling against Easton’s hold. “Wait! What about–”

“My car. My choice. Shut up, Gary.”

I got the feeling Easton worked for a long time to save up for a car this fancy.

And now he was planting my bare ass on it like it wasn’t a big deal.

It was totally a big deal. And I definitely should not have been as thrilled as I felt at that moment.

How many people could say they had sex on top of a fancy car?

And yet here I was, sad little bookworm Gary, being laid out on the hood like a feast. Oh crap, I might come stupid fast.

Easton’s hand gripped the base of my erection, squeezing just enough to bring me away from the edge. He smirked at me, like he knew just how close I was, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he dipped his head and swallowed me whole.

“Easton!”

I wasn’t huge down there, so he managed to swallow me all the way down until the tip bumped the back of his throat.

I knew I needed to sit still to avoid as much damage to the car as possible, I just couldn’t.

Easton sucked hard enough to make my eyes cross, and I couldn’t stop moving if I tried.

I writhed and bucked, babbling incoherently until Easton covered my mouth with one of his hands, the other tweaking my nipple and sending shocks down into my balls.

If it were with anyone else, I probably would’ve come already, but this was Easton.

He wasn’t letting me finish before he was ready for me to.

He pulled back when I got close and clamped down on the base of my dick over and over, continually denying me my orgasm, no matter how hard I pleaded behind his hand.

He didn’t care when I fisted his hair, twisting to get him closer and give me my release.

He just chuckled around a mouthful of my dick, the vibrations sending me into the stratosphere only for Easton to deny me once again.

Pulling his hand away from my mouth, I begged, “Please, Easton! Please!”

A predatory smirk lit up his face just before he sucked me down hard again and finally, finally, let me come.

If he hadn’t covered my mouth when he did, the entire neighborhood would’ve heard me scream.

As it was, I was pretty sure everyone inside could probably hear it.

I just couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when I was shaking from the force of an orgasm so intense, I saw stars.

I went limp, only Easton’s grip on me keeping me from sliding off the hood. I knew I should say something, but everything felt heavy and my mind was fuzzy from my release.

Sluggishly, my senses came back to me. The air was cool at night, and I’d taken Easton’s hoodie off while playing air hockey with Angel. I shivered when a breeze danced over the damp skin of my dick, blinking slowly as I came to.

“Easton?”

“Hm?”

“Can you teach me to do that to you?”

The parking lot wasn’t well lit, the only light coming from the street light on the other side of the covered gate, but I saw the wicked smile on his face when he looked down at me.

“Now?”

“When I can feel my limbs again, yes.”

He chuckled low, dragging me off the hood of his car. “You don’t need your limbs, Gary. Just your mouth.”