Page 287 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

His mouth was punishing, his teeth biting down on mine when he wasn’t plundering my mouth with his wicked tongue. How I ached to feel it where his fingers were. But I wanted even more than that. I wanted the cock I’d just sucked dry slamming into me as he fucked me to multiple orgasms. It was all so close, yet so far away at the same time.

He continued to kiss me as he added a fourth finger inside of me. He then somehow managed to flip his hand around so he could also assault my clit with the pad of his thumb. His other hand was busy as he squeezed each of my breasts. My nipples were hard peaks and ached just as much, if not more than my pussy did.

Eventually, he brought his hand to my throat. Easton knew how hot erotic asphyxiation made me which was likely the main reason he was doing it now. The man was skilled in all things related to sex, and as a true Dominant, he knew how to play my body. He’d often work my body into a frenzy and keep me hovering until my breaking point was nearly reached, then he would send me catapulting over it until I came.

Every cell in my body was on edge. They were like flames ready to ignite. I was surely going to burn alive if he didn’t grant me some relief soon. As if he knew it, Easton raised his head and paused everything he was doing.

“I almost can’t wait to be inside of you, Shelby... Can’t wait to fuck you... But I need to make you suffer first.”

“S-suffer. Why?” I asked.

Was this because of Carley?

I was just about to ask him when he smirked. “I love watching your eyes plead to me... feeling your body straining for a release only I can give you... and most of all, hearing you beg. If you want me to put us both out of our misery, you’re going to have to tell me.”

I was definitely not too proud to beg when it came to getting something I needed so badly. Giving him what he wanted, I let out a small whimper. “Please, Easton.”

“Please, what?” he asked me as he slowly rolled his fingers around inside of me.

My greedy pussy tried to clamp down around them, but I couldn’t quite accomplish that goal. On occasion, the tips of his fingers or the nails themselves would nudge me the right way only making the need to intensify my pleas much greater.

“Please fuck me, Easton. I need to feel your cock inside of me while your hand tightens down on my throat. Steal my breath and my–”

The sound of his cell phone stopped me dead in my tracks. I watched him pull it from his pocket, then curse a blue streak when he saw the caller. I couldn’t quite make out who it was, but when he withdrew his fingers and moved off of me, I knew it was a call he needed to take.

Fear then crept up inside of me because the call we had been waiting on would likely involve my cousin. For weeks, we’d gotten close, and now to think about her going away for so many years made me want to cry. It also made me mad, but more at myself than Easton, the DEA, or even Carley herself.

If only I had checked in on her over the years since I’d left Carson then maybe none of this would’ve happened. I’d cut everyone in my life loose, including her, and never looked back. I’d moved to Denver and became a new person, shedding any and all reminders of my past. I’d ignored anything that made me feel like me, conforming to men and their ideals until I finally took control of my own life. Before I took control of my sexual wants and needs.

The man now pacing back and forth recognized who and what I was, never trying to change me. Even when he thought I was a drug trafficker, he still tried to help me. No one, including my own parents, had ever looked out for my best interests. Unfortunately, those interests might come at the detriment of my cousin. Carley could go to jail for a long time, if not the end of her life now that California had enacted its three strikes law.

That prospect had me shaking, and as I scrambled upright, I could see that Easton had moved farther away and was now talking in such a low voice to whoever it was that had called him. He said a few more words, then disconnected the call. When he turned toward me, I had to know.

“Is it over?”

“It’s over. Carley was busted selling an undercover officer a bag of pills. She tried to use your name and identification, but we all know better now. Identity theft is an additional charge she’ll now face.”

Everything came crashing down around me, and I had no idea whether I wanted to cry or hit something. In this case, someone. Anger filled me, and while I resisted the urge to strike him, I did square my shoulders and narrow my eyes at him.

“After seeing this and getting to know me...” The words were not coming out right, but I kept on trying to make sense of the various thoughts spinning around in my head. “How dare you fucking question me as if I was actually capable of this. How far I’ve come...”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he said, and I knew he was genuine.

Still, I couldn’t just let this go. “All you had to do was ask me about this. Instead, you tricked me and for what? I had nothing to confess. I didn’t even know what was going on right under my nose.”

He came closer, and as he tried to draw me close, I swatted at his chest to shoo him away. “I should’ve trusted you the way that you’ve always trusted me. When I was told that you were the one the feds were looking for... I couldn’t believe it. I knew there had to have been some mistake, and I was right.”

“You got the end result you wanted, but your means are the issue right now. How in the hell could you do that to me? Did you not care about me at all?”

“Of course I cared about you. I still do. Your cousin is the one who was ready to let you take the fall. I was simply trying to shield you from it all.”

“I still can’t believe she would do that to me,” I told him. And honestly, I couldn’t.

He pulled me up and into his arms. “I know, Shelby. She can’t hurt you anymore. No one can. I protect the people I love, and–”

“You love me?” I asked him as I looked up at him in question.

Easton grinned. “I suppose I do.”

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