Page 63 of Something Reckless

Not wasting any time, Easton is pulling my dress over my head and dropping it in the grass, leaving me completely naked.

As quiet as this lookout is, the fact remains that we’re in a public place.

Anyone could creep up and catch us at any time and we’d have no one to blame but ourselves.

But that risk is the furthest thing from my mind.

Easton’s eyes stay on mine, gauging my reaction as he adds a second finger to my channel. And then a third. He pumps in and out, hard and deep.

I’m dripping all over his hand. The mere idea of him stuffing me completely has me turned on to the point of delirium.

“More?” he asks, skepticism and fascination playing on his face at once.

I allow my head to bob, and his eyes widen.

I’m feeling curious. I’m feeling adventurous. I’m feeling horny.

For him.

“I mean it, Easton. I need you.” I’m writhing in his arms .

His free hand hooks around the back of my head and he pulls me down. He kisses me dirty as he stuffs a fourth finger into my channel.

My pussy clenches around his knuckles, making the hottest, wettest, most obscene sounds.

Easton is panting now. He’s desperate for his own release. I can tell from the relentless way he thrusts his pelvis. “Damn, Alba. Tell me again. Tell me that you need me.”

I cling to his shoulders, heat racing over my body as I circle my hips, stealing every ounce of pleasure from his touch.

“I need you,” I confess through gritted teeth.

“I need your body on my body…I need your fingers deep inside me…I need your cock fucking me senseless.” My hips finally slow down as I hold his gaze.

“And more than anything, I need your love. I need your love, Easton.”

His forehead furrows with gravity. “You’ve got it, Alba. You’ve got all of me. Every little piece of me. I’m yours.”

“You’re mine…” I cry. “And I’m yours.”

With that, he slams his fingers all the way inside me. The heel of his palm collides with my electrified clit. His fingers curl against my G-spot.

And I’m done. Utterly done.

“Easton…!” The wind takes my frantic moan, carrying it across the canyon.

My pussy clenches like a fist. My entire body clenches like a fist. And for one long, electric, breathtaking moment, the cluster of nerves where his fingertips are pressing into my interior wall becomes the center of the universe.

“That’s right, baby,” Easton breathlessly cheers me on. “Come for me. Come all over my hand, Alba. You’re so sexy. Fall apart for me.”

My muscles finally release and I abruptly fall against his chest. He holds me and he kisses me and he tells me I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He paints my lips with his drenched fingers and then he leans in, kissing my juices right off of my mouth.

“I need to be inside you, Alba. Right now.”

The feral note to his voice should scare me. Instead, I find myself unbuckling his pants and wrestling them down to his knees.

Easton takes over, getting rid of his pants and underwear, discarding them somewhere in the bushes. When his cock springs free, I’m practically salivating. I grab it at the base and lift onto my knees, angling the dripping head at my entrance with no hesitation.

Easton reaches up, brushing my curls away from my cheek. “You gonna ride my cock, pretty girl?”

I nod, my tongue all tied up in my throat.

A smile curls his lips. Then that beautiful smile wobbles. “Let me grab a condom,” he grits out and I hear the reservation in his voice as he reaches for his pants.

He doesn’t want any barriers between us. I feel the same way, and I need him to know that.

“I…I don’t want to use a condom this time,” I confess. “I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyebrow quirks up. “You want to feel me bare?”

“Yes…” I breathe out. “I, um, I started taking birth control and, um…” I give my head a little shake. “Are you…?”

“Clean?” he supplies. “Yeah, baby. I got tested by my team medical staff just a few weeks ago. Since you came back into my life, there hasn’t been anyone but you. I haven’t touched anyone but you. There will never be anyone but you.”

My body goes weak as his words melt me from the inside .

Easton still hesitates, searching my face. “This is a big step, though, Alba. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” I say. “I don’t want anything getting between us.”

Easton’s jaw works with restraint in total contrast to the gentle hand he places on my hip. Then he gradually eases his pelvis forward, slowly breaching me.

The feel of him notched at my entrance sparks something crazy within me. He feels so good. And I want more.

Sucking in a breath, I drop my weight. His broad cock pierces through my tight womanhood. The sudden movement shocks the air right out of me. I groan so loudly at the way his girth stretches me.

Easton’s eyes pinch shut and his fingers tighten on my waist. “Careful, baby.”

The walls of my pussy contract. “Fuck me, Easton.” I’m moving my hips, even as I struggle with his thickness and his length.

Easton is struggling, too. His self-restraint is fraying and I can see it on his face. “Slow down, Alba. We have all night.”

Stubbornly, I work my pelvis some more.

“ Alba …” he warns.

I don’t listen.

With a feral growl, Easton loses his shit.

Clenching my ass, he flips me over in a maneuver so slick it makes my head spin.

Before my brain can catch up, he has me pinned down beneath him with one leg hooked over his shoulder and my waist cinched in his big hands.

“This is what you want, you stubborn girl?”

“Yes…” I groan, and Easton begins to pound into me like a wild animal unleashed .

“Fuck. Alba.” His eyes skim down over my breasts that jostle harshly with his every rough thrust. He brings one palm to cover one bouncing globe and then the next.

When he lifts my hips higher and changes the angle of his thrusts, I make a sound that can’t be translated into English.

It’s primal. It’s guttural. It’s feral.

I stare at this gorgeous man as he fucks me so hard.“You can’t look at me that way, baby.”

“What…?” I croak out. “What are you talking about…?”

“You can’t look at me like I’ve got your whole world in my hands.”

I reach up and grip his biceps. “But you do…” I whisper.

Easton closes his eyes, tilting his head up to the sky as he pumps into me. “You’re killing me. You’re too beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

He’s the beautiful one. My gaze flits over his face down to his broad pecs and his muscular torso, lingering at the place where are bodies are joined.

Each time his thick, drenched cock disappears inside of me, my pussy coats him in a fresh spurt of wetness. I’ve never been this turned on. I feel everything. Every throb of his bulging crown. Every ridge of his steely shaft. The slightest change in the angle or the depth or the speed.

I’m just a bag of sensations beneath him.

Easton swallows hard as he brings his eyes back to mine. “I-I need to make this last, Alba. I’m struggling.”

He grabs my waist and flips me again, this time, maneuvering me onto my knees.

With a firm palm pressed to the curve of my spine, he holds me down and he starts to pump, harder and faster than before.

Every inch of my body jiggles and wobbles with the pounding.

But my brain can’t even form an insecurity to ruminate on.

Because it feels so damn good. And Easton keeps telling me that I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

So I just press my cheek to the blanket and I take my pounding like a good girl, with the scent of pretty, yellow flowers surrounding me.

Easton’s hand reaches around my body, finding my clit with ease. “I need you to come now, Tiny Tiger. Now .” His roaring command rises up all around me as he plucks those sensitive nerves between his thumb and index finger.

My body obeys like a puppet. A dam of pleasure unleashes between my thighs and explodes down length of my limbs. Turning my face into the blanket, I release a helpless, guttural sob into the earth.

My pussy gives one last hard throb and, on a gasp, Easton urgently yanks his cock from inside me. “Alba…” he growls my name.

His release coats my back in warm, thick ropes slicking down my skin. I revel in the feel of it until he’s emptied the very last drop.

When he is completely drained, he collapses onto the blanket beside me. I crawl into his arms, not caring that every inch of me is covered in bodily fluids, his and mine. Easton doesn’t care either. He just holds me, stroking my hair as I press my cheek to his pounding heart.

“I love you. I love you, Easton,” I exhale.

“I love you, too, Alba.” His chest stutters. “You know I’m going to marry you, right?” He murmurs into the air and everything around us goes still.

“What…?” I whisper, hardly believing my ears.

“I want you to be my wife, Alba Anderson. No—more than that—I want to be your husband. I want to be your shoulder to lean on. Your rock. The keeper of your secrets. The giver of your orgasms.” He chuckles. “The man to love you long beyond my dying breath. I want to be yours.”

“You’re mine…” I whisper. “And I’m yours.”

Smiling at each other, we lie side by side on the blanket, barely taking notice of the color show that dances across the sky as the sun sets in the distance. By the time we’re ready to go, the stars are out, decorating the darkened sky.

“Stay the night with me?” Easton asks, his chin jutting in the direction of his mansion, standing majestically behind the gate just across the street.

“Yes.”

After getting dressed, Easton takes me to his house. He stretches me out in his bed and he makes love to me all night long.

We barely get any sleep, not that I’m complaining. But by the time the sun is coming up, I’m anxious to get back to Jagger.

He stayed with my mom last night and I have a feeling he’ll be eager to see me this morning. Just twenty-four hours ago for us, things felt so uncertain. I want to assure him again that everything will be all right.

When we get back to my place, the curtains at Mom’s place are still drawn, so I decide to go upstairs to my place and take a quick shower. Easton follows me up to my porch as I dig my keys out of my purse.

At the front door, I notice a stack of papers folded in half and stuffed into my mailbox. I pull out the document, squinting to read it without my glasses. My jaw drops open and I gasp out loud.

In an instant, Easton is right at my side with a hand on my hip. “Baby? What is it?”

“She signed the adoption form…” my voice cracks as I look up at him. “Raya signed the adoption form.”