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That does the trick in convincing me to behave. I’ll do anything for this guy. There’s a distinct click behind me, probably him opening the bottle, then his hands are on me, warm and slippery from the oil. He starts at my neck, massaging away all the tension from the day. If I groan because it feels fucking heavenly, then it’s no one’s business but my own. When I’m certain I can’t support the weight of my own head, he moves lower; working out the kinks in my shoulders. Rational thought leaves me there, all I know is that he keeps going, and that I’m probably halfway asleep.

Eventually, he has me roll over, and suddenly this massage is the least of my priorities. Not when Easton’s eyes are dark and consumed by unfiltered desire. Maybe I pull him to me or maybe he comes on his own, all I know is we meet somewhere in the middle like we’d die if we spent another second apart.

He whimpers into my mouth as my tongue parts his pillowy lips. My dick throbs for attention between us, making Easton wriggle restlessly. I couldn’t relate more, my need for him is never ending and I’m going out of my mind after all this touching and teasing.

Sensing the direction of my thoughts, Easton backs up, chest sawing in and out as he tries to suck in much needed oxygen. “Don’t get any ideas,” he pants. “You’re still mine to do what I please with.”

“You better get on with it because if you keep talking like that, I’m going to embarrass myself here, Chaos.”

He giggles, like the idea that I’m so turned on by him is a silly one. If only he knew. Thankfully, he takes mercy on me or is just as strung out as I am, quickly grabbing the lube and coating his fingers. Watching him work himself open to take my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

My Chaos isn’t slow or careful today, shoving two fingers between his crease quick and dirty. I’m so mesmerized by him. My heart is pounding in my chest, I feel like those three tricky little words are going to burst out of me if I’m not careful. But they’re there, whether I say them or not. There used to be ghosts that lingered in the corner of the room, a nagging sensation that something vital was missing. Now the ghosts are long gone and we’re left with something wonderful in their wake. Him and the love he inspires.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he pants, eyes a mirror to my own. Little hypocrite.

I shake my head. “Not gonna happen, sweetheart. Now be a good boy and sit on my cock. Give me a show.”

He bites his swollen lip. “Bossy to your core,” he teases.

My eyes roll back as he slicks up my dick with a few tortuously slow strokes. “Only with you,” I say through clenched teeth. He smirks, well aware of what he’s doing to me.

Damn, do I love seeing him comply with my demands, though. He listens so well, doing exactly as I say and not stopping until I’m fully sheathed in his velvet warmth and his dick is throbbing against my abs. I grind my molars to keep myself from shooting off as he breathes through the stretch.

“So fucking tight. Best thing I’ve ever felt.” The praise hits him hard, making him rock on top of me. “That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good.” My hands lock onto his thighs for support, he braces himself against my chest and then he moves. Easton rides my dick like he was made for it, finding the right angle that has him leaking sticky pre-come on my belly like a broken faucet.

The sounds he makes when he’s in the heat of the moment, the quiet moans and soft whimpers that can’t help but to come out despite his more reserved nature have ruined me. Nothing will top being the only person who canbring this out in him, get to see a side he didn’t even know was there.

“Chaseee,” he whines. I hear what he needs loud and clear in just the way he says my name.

I wrap my hand around his length, stroking him with the same urgency that he’s bouncing on my cock with. He sobs in relief as his movements turn frantic. “Gonna make me come so hard, baby. Give it to me. Cover me in it.”

His back arches, his hips slam down and he obeys beautifully, painting me in the white ropes of his release. I’m right behind him, my orgasm slamming into me with dizzying force. Easton collapses on top of me, completely uncaring about the sticky mess between us. My head is spinning with aftershocks, his skin is burning beneath my fingertips as they trace the ridges of his spine.

Eventually, we peel ourselves apart and clean up minimally, but once he’s back in my arms, I am complete. Nothing matters, nothing even exists outside of this little bubble. My world begins and ends with those hypnotic blue eyes and I couldn’t be happier. All I want is to capture this moment and hold it forever, safe in my hands where real life can’t damage it.

CHAPTER 25

CHASE

My nerves flare up when I see that Logan has called me five times already just in the last few minutes. Before I can get my phone unlocked and call her back, her picture flashes on my screen as she tries again.

“Lo, what’s wrong?” Easton sits up, making the sheet covering his bare chest fall to his waist. Concern is etched on his features. I put it on speakerphone. Whatever it is, I want him to be by my side for it.

A broken sob comes through on the other side of the line. “Chase. Ohmygodohmygod. You weren’t answering, and fuck.”

“Logan. What happened?” I snap, fear making my teeth grind.

She takes a shaky breath. “It’s Mom. Something is really wrong. She’s bleeding, and it’s so bad. They’re trying to stop it, but…”

“But what? What the fuck is going on with Mom?”

“They don’t know if they can save her or the baby. Em found her in a pool of blood when he went to grab his mail, and now we’re all here at the hospital and everyone isfreaking out. Mom is in surgery. I need you here, Chase. I can’t do this without you.”

It’s like she’s speaking to me underwater. There is no reality without my mom. She’s always supposed to be there with her warm hugs and untamed mind. Easton snatches the phone from me and says something to Logan before hanging up.

I watch mindlessly as he starts tapping on it rapidly while he moves around the room, finding a bag and throwing clothes inside it. The next thing I know, his hands are cradling my face.

“Love, you have to go, okay?” It’s pretty obvious from the way his voice is shaking that he’s trying not to cry. He’s trying to hold it together for me.

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