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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

EASTON

I was already in a bad mood when I got back to my place.

The sister was getting more demanding, asking to meet up to discuss the wedding.

Coach wrote out a very polite message for me saying I was bringing Gary home for the holidays to discuss details about the wedding and we would have a better idea of dates after that, but she was annoying as hell.

When Coach said I might have to meet with her eventually just to get her to back off, I nearly threw my phone.

I knew that Angel was hanging out with Gary.

Gary told me how worried he was about clothes, and since I didn't give a shit about that stuff, I didn’t argue when Angel volunteered to help him.

It did irritate me that he was still there so close to us leaving.

I wanted to work out my energy with Gary in bed before having to deal with my family, and the little shit wouldn’t take a fucking hint.

“Go away, Angel,” I snapped.

He cackled from the closet, thrusting his middle finger out of the doorway. “Go fuck yourself, P. I’m helping Gary.”

Gary was packing, fidgeting nervously, readjusting the contents of the bag almost constantly, like he couldn’t settle.

He needed this, too. So, since I was about as subtle as a bull in a china shop, I marched into the closet, tossed Angel over my shoulder and hauled him the hell out of my condo, ignoring his indignant screech as I did so.

I was nice enough to grab his stuff off the counter and shove it against his chest as I pushed him out the door before slamming it in his face.

“Asshole!” Angel shouted through the door.

“Fuck off!”

Gary stood uneasily in the hallway, frowning at the door I’d shoved Angel out of.

Stomping up to him, I pushed him backward until his back was up against the wall.

Big brown eyes blinked up at me, not full of heat and mischief like I liked, but what looked like worry and anxiety instead.

I wasn’t going to force him if he wasn’t in the mood, but I really wanted to distract us both.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I’m not stopping until you can’t think straight enough to stress about all this. Got it?”

He sucked in a breath, dipped his chin once, and launched himself at me.

I caught him and hauled him off his feet as our lips crashed together.

It’d been too fucking long, and I was dying to be inside him.

The couch was closest, so I yanked Gary away from the wall and marched over to the couch, dropping him on top of it.

He bounced once before I covered his body with mine, gripping his hair roughly as I tangled my tongue with his.

His moans were muffled against my lips, his fingers digging into my back as he lifted his hips to meet my grinding movements.

As much fun as it sounded to make Gary come in his pants, that wasn’t what either of us needed, so after another minute, I pulled away.

Gary whimpered, tugging at my shirt to bring me back.

The neediness made me smirk. I jerked my chin at him, telling him silently to get undressed.

I didn’t have the patience to do it myself without tearing his clothes.

He complained the last time I did that. He wriggled out of his shirt and fumbled with his jeans, but he couldn’t get them down his hips without me moving off him.

I helped him by ripping his jeans down his legs once I was out of the way.

The rough treatment made Gary moan, and he sat up immediately to go after my clothes.

I wanted to pat myself on the back for hiding a bottle of lube under the couch a few weeks back.

I got tired of going back and forth to my room for supplies.

And since both our tests came back negative last week, I didn’t need to go hunting for a condom.

I was going to take Gary with nothing between us and enjoy the thought of him being full of my cum when he meets my family.

A little fucked up? Maybe. Did I give a shit? Not so much.

I was going to turn Gary over, but he shook his head, a little pout on his lips. “I want to kiss you.”

And I wanted to get rough with him. There had to be a happy medium somewhere.

With a grip on his hips, I spun him over, ignoring the pout. “Trust me.”

He relaxed, going pliant beneath me, and a grin stretched over my face. Gary trusted me without question. Holy hell, that was a heady thought.

Prep was quick, neither one of us had the patience to drag it out, and when I pushed the head of my cock against Gary’s hole, he rocked back, taking a little control for himself as he impaled himself on my dick.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Keep going.”

He moaned, rocking on his hands and knees until I was buried to the hilt.

I had to bite my fist to keep from coming too quick.

Sinking into Gary without protection was a first for me, and fuck, it felt good.

Silky tight heat, clenching and? unclenching around me, making me fucking shake with the need to fuck him hard.

But I couldn’t do shit until I gave him what he needed first. Wrapping one arm around his chest, I sat back and pulled him against me.

He was sitting in my lap, knees spread on either side of mine, his back against my chest and his head lolled on my shoulder.

The kissing angle wasn’t pretty, but it was enough, and I claimed his lips in a rough demand, gripping his hips tightly as I fucked up into him.

Gary cried out, his arms flailing for a second before one latched around my neck.

The other dug into my forearm around his chest, his nails biting into the skin enough to make me shiver.

Fuck, he was the hottest thing on the planet.

I pounded into him, barely managing a few open-mouthed kisses around my jarring movement.

Gary didn’t complain, though. I must’ve been hitting the right angle, because he was fucking screaming.

“Ah! Ah! E-Easton!”

I wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, squeezing enough to stave off his orgasm. This was supposed to be hard, not quick. I needed to burn off some energy, and Gary needed out of his head for a while. I wasn’t stopping until he was begging me to come.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, interrupted only by Gary’s moans and my growls of pleasure.

I let myself get lost in him, pausing when he started clenching around me to stave off his orgasm again and again.

He whined at me, but I placated him with my mouth on his until he relaxed enough for me to keep going.

I lost track of time whenever I was inside Gary. There wasn’t a single thing I could come up with that would be more important than right here and now. I had everything I needed.

“Mine,” I snarled.

Gary moaned in response, his muscles tightening like he was riding the edge hard.

I wasn’t ready to be done yet, but my body wasn’t listening.

My balls drew up, and I felt a tingle at the base of my spine.

I wasn’t going over without Gary, though, so I wrapped my fist around his dick, jacking him in time with my thrusts.

His voice went up a few octaves, and he cried out in surprise, exploding all over my hand and onto the couch.

Pressing my forehead against his temple, I rode out his release, my eyes rolling back into my head at the clench of his hot channel around me.

“You feel so fucking good.”

Gary arched his neck, his face a cross between pain and pleasure as I fucked against his oversensitive prostate.

I thought he was going to say something to me, so I lifted my head, but instead, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down hard enough to throw me over the edge.

I let out a shout, snapping my hips a few more times as pleasure flooded through me.

“Holy crap,” Gary murmured, panting and out of breath. I wasn’t any better. I licked the sting away from my bottom lip, a little disappointed there wasn't any blood. That would’ve been hot.

“We need to work on your swearing,” I teased.

Gary smirked, but didn’t argue. He stretched to meet my lips again instead.

This was the stuff I did just for him. I didn’t need cuddling and kissing after sex.

That was a Gary thing. I didn’t hate it, though, and I didn't mind doing it for him.

It kept him happy. Besides, like fifty percent of the time, it led to another round. Who would complain about that?

My phone buzzed from somewhere on the floor.

It had been in my pocket, and I hadn’t noticed it going off before, but it was ringing now, which either meant it was someone who didn’t know me, because none of my friends ever called me, or it was important.

I kept Gary plastered against me with an arm banded around his chest, twisting to grab my jeans with the other.

He laughed and wriggled in an attempt to get free, but since I was still inside him, all he ended up doing was turning me on.

I nipped at his shoulder, grinning like a wild man, and didn’t bother looking at the caller ID when I put the phone to my ear.

“What?”

“Easton?”

Gary froze. He was close enough that he could hear his sister’s voice over the phone. I tightened my arm around him when he tried harder to wriggle free, clenching my teeth in the effort to feign politeness.

“Who is this?” I already knew that, but I was feeling petty.

“Oh, um… Brienna. Gary’s sister? I’ve been trying to reach you for a few hours, but you haven’t responded so…”

“I’m working.” Not true, unless she counted working Gary over. Probably shouldn’t mention that right now.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to interrupt your work. But I was wondering if we could set up a time to meet. My parents want to get to know you better, and Gary hasn’t even bothered to call since your announcement. I’m not saying he doesn’t care, but…”

I rolled my eyes so hard, I almost gave myself a headache.

She was a shit manipulator. She should have at least figured out how well I knew Gary before starting in on that.

A fucking blind man wouldn’t miss the terrible relationship Gary had with his family.

He wriggled again, a little harder this time, and I slipped out of him, but I still didn’t let him get far.

Leaving him in the dark didn’t help last time.

He was going to hear every damn conversation, so he knew I was on his side.

“I’ll have to check with Gary, see when he’s free. He’s with his friends right now.” Also a lie, sort of. We were friends, but also not. But I wanted to remind her he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Oh. I didn’t realize he had real friends. But I was actually asking about just you. There’s some things my parents want to discuss with you without Gary being there.”

That sounded suspicious. I tried to shoot Gary a questioning look, but he was refusing to look at me, and because of the position he was in, I couldn’t force it without putting the phone down. I let it go for now.

“I’ll check my calendar and let you know. I need to go. I’ve got a few more gifts I want to get for Gary for Christmas, and we’re leaving for my parents’ house tonight.”

Take that, you spoiled bitch. She made a disgruntled sound, and I could hear the strain in her voice when she said, “That’s so sweet. I hope he appreciates them. I wanted to say thank you again for my bracelet. It’s so beautiful. I never want to take it off.”

Something wet trickled against my leg, distracting me.

When I realized it was my cum dripping out of Gary, I nearly lost my composure and dropped the phone in favor of shoving him against the cushions and putting it back where it belonged.

You know what? That sounded like a way better idea than talking to his bitch sister.

“I have something I need to attend to. I’ll let my secretary know to check my schedule. Goodbye.”

I hung up without waiting for her to reply and shoved Gary hard into the cushions.

He squeaked in surprise and froze, giving me enough time to pin him with a hand between his shoulder blades.

My other fingers went chasing the cum that had escaped him, and when I pushed it back inside him, he moaned.

“Easton?”

“I can’t decide what’s hotter. My cum dripping out of you, or putting it back where it belongs.”

He shivered underneath me. I could tell he was still bothered by the phone call, and it was hard to drag my attention away from his ass, but I needed him to be on board with the plan.

I settled myself on top of his back, murmuring against his ear.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Gary.

She can bitch and whine all she wants, but she isn’t ever going to win. ”

He was tense for a few more minutes before he finally relaxed. When he tried to turn over, I let him, but I didn’t let him get off the couch and he didn’t look like he wanted to either.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to doubt you. You’ve always been upfront with me.

I just… I know she’s going to do something.

She won’t be content with backing off without at least attempting to ruin my life.

” He bit his lip, staring at my collarbone instead of looking me in the eye.

“I think… I think you should go by yourself. It’ll only drag it out if she doesn’t get what she wants.

You can go, figure out what her plan is, and make her realize it won’t work.

Then we might not have to go through with all of this. ”

Something about that bothered me. I thought it was tedious, but I didn’t want to pull out of the whole wedding idea. It was a huge fucking party to show the world and Gary’s family that he was mine now. Why not see it through?

I didn’t bring that up while he was still so upset. “Okay. I’ll go by myself. But if it's more wedding stuff, I’m hiring a wedding planner so she’ll leave me the fuck alone. She’s been blowing up my phone, and it’s irritating the hell out of me.”