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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

GARY

Now my face was burning for an entirely different reason.

It didn’t go down until the rehearsal was over and we headed inside for dinner made by the Warner family chef.

I could feel Brienna glaring at me throughout the meal, but I was boxed in between Easton and Angel, and my family was seated farther down, far enough away where I didn’t need to force myself to talk to them.

When we migrated to the sitting room for drinks, Mrs. Warner regaled my parents with the story of the tree the house was built around, and how sweet it was that I wanted to continue the tradition of being married here.

Neither of my parents looked happy about that part of the story.

I was distracted listening to them and didn’t notice Brienna approach Easton until it was too late.

She pressed her boobs against his arm in what was probably supposed to look like an innocent way as she spoke to him.

I didn't want to stand around watching my sister flirt with my boyfriend, so I excused myself to use the restroom and walked away.

I made it about halfway down the hall before Easton grabbed my elbow and dragged me into the bathroom with him.

He shoved me up against the door, his teeth bared in barely banked fury, and growled low against my ear.

“If she puts that look on your face one more time, I’m going to say screw it to the plan and throw her out on her ass. I’m tired of you looking so sad.”

“I’m not sad,” I murmured, sliding my hands up his chest. I missed touching him whenever my parents were around.

He had to act aloof, so Brienna thought she’d get away with her plan, but I didn’t like not being able to touch him.

“I’m pissed off. She’s always been a bitch to me, but I never considered her being so full of herself that she’d literally try to seduce my fiancé right in front of my face.

If you throw her out, can I punch her first? ”

His grin was wicked, and he rewarded my venom with a fierce kiss, tangling his tongue with mine until I was breathless and needy.

“Easton…”

He made a growly sound that turned my knees to rubber, and my stomach flip flop around in excitement.

“How aloof would it look if I fucked you with your family down the hall?”

Biting my lip, I leaned into him. “A man has needs? I don’t really give a crap what reason we use. Please touch me.”

I needed it. I needed him to touch me, to remind me that he wanted me and that at the end of the day, I was his and he was mine and no amount of obnoxious flirting on Brienna’s part was going to change that.

“Turn around. Pants down,” he growled. I was quick to comply, my hands shaking as I fumbled with my belt, the need so overwhelming, I was already leaking into my boxers.

I shoved pants and boxers down to pool at my ankles and braced myself with my forearms against the door, tipping my hips invitingly.

“Fuck, you’re hot like that,” Easton said, muffling a groan by biting his fist. I watched him over my shoulder, my eyes half lidded and heavy with lust.

“Please, Easton.”

I recognized the look he gave me. It was the same look he had the first time we slept together. Half feral and so damn hungry. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my hole clench in anticipation. I loved it when he went wild like that.

Fishing lube out of his pocket, Easton shoved his pants down enough to free himself.

He coated his gorgeous cock in the slippery liquid, using the rest to do the quickest prep in human history.

I didn’t care. I needed to feel him, and when he pressed against me, I thrust my hips back, demanding and so needy I could cry.

Easton’s rough fingers gripped my hips. “Easy, Gary. I’m gonna fuck you. But I want to be able to go again when we get home, so I can’t hurt you. I’m in charge.”

He pushed inside me slowly. Too slowly. I tried to shove my hips back, to take more of him, but he wouldn’t allow it. His grip on my hips was punishing, and no matter how much I whimpered and begged, he wouldn’t go any faster.

My body thrummed with impatient need, and I was leaking precum like a fountain.

I felt like he only needed to thrust a few times to throw me over the edge, and that I’d die if he didn’t move soon.

I bit my lip, tried to be patient for maybe about two seconds after his hips pressed against mine, then clenched hard around him to get him moving.

“Fuck!” Easton cursed under his breath. “You’re gonna fucking get it for that, Gary,” he snarled.

“Prove it,” I snapped back. He wasn’t doing anything right now. I didn’t believe him.

Easton’s hand gripped my hair, tugging back harshly until my back was against his chest, and I was completely at his mercy. My eyes widened. We both knew what this position did to me, and I was both thrilled and a little panicked.

“Easton, wait–”

He slipped a hand over my mouth, kissing my cheek. “Try to be quiet, Gary. Or the whole house is going to hear what I do to you.”

That was the only warning I got before he fucked into me hard enough to make me cry out.

The sound was loud, even muffled by his hand, and I choked on the next cry in an attempt to hold it back.

Easton was relentless, pounding into me and hitting my prostate dead on with each thrust. His free hand had a strong grip on the base of my erection, keeping me from coming too soon.

I wanted to scream both from frustration and from pleasure, but I couldn’t do anything but take it and try to stay quiet.

My fingers clawed at his thighs, his hips, anywhere I could reach him. I knew he liked the bite of pain, and it seemed a fitting punishment for torturing me like this. Giving me exactly what I wanted, but not enough at the same time.

Shoving my body against the door, he pressed himself against me, releasing my mouth so he could grip my hip and fuck me harder. I had to cover my mouth myself, because the new angle was too perfect and–

My head flew back and my body exploded, pulse after pulse of pleasure slamming into me and leaving me breathless. But I didn’t–

“Holy fucking shit. Did you just have a dry release?” Easton panted.

His voice sounded strained, like he was right on the edge, and it thrilled me to my toes that he was just as affected as I was.

“Fuck. Fuck! That’s so fucking hot. I swear to god, Gary, you are never allowed to leave me. I’ll chase you down and drag you back.”

If it was anyone else, that would’ve been a terrifying threat. Because it was Easton, I was overjoyed. I never wanted to leave. And I loved how much he wanted me.

“I’ll never leave you,” I whispered, gasping when his hips started moving again, nailing my oversensitive prostate dead on.

It was pleasure and pain mixed together, and I knew I wouldn’t survive another dry release.

It was intense, but it didn’t satisfy me, and my body still throbbed with the need to come.

Easton’s grip loosened, and he started stroking me in time with his thrusts.

It only took a handful of strokes before I exploded again.

I forgot to cover my mouth that time, but Easton dragged me back for a kiss and muffled me before I could get a sound out.

Or maybe he was muffling himself. His groan as he came was louder than normal, and if he hadn’t kissed me, everyone would’ve heard him.

I’d never come that hard in my life, and it took a while before I could even open my eyes.

Easton was pressed against my back so heavily, he was barely holding his own weight, and his face was pressed against my neck.

For a while, he just breathed, but when he started dragging kisses along my neck, I felt myself smile and tipped my head to the side to give him more room.

Easton’s phone buzzed in his pocket with a text alert, drawing us back to reality. I had no idea how long we’d been gone, but probably too long.

“Did we just ruin the plan?” I whispered, still breathless and sweaty.

Pushing himself off me, Easton fished his phone out of his pocket and read the message. He huffed out a laugh and showed it to me as he pulled me against his chest.

Jayden: You have some loyal friends. Two of them staged a screaming match to distract from the questions about where you went and why you were taking so long. You should probably get out here and stop them before they start a fist fight.

“Who?” I glanced over my shoulder at Easton. He tipped his head, listening. I did the same. Now that I wasn’t breathing like a freight train, I could dimly hear two voices shouting that sounded suspiciously like Angel and Coach. “Uh oh.”

Easton snorted. “I’ll handle them. You go clean up. You look like you were fucked up against a bathroom door.”

My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Shut up!”