Page 57 of Missing Pieces

Poe comes running down the stairs and nearly knocks me over.

“Ugh, it is so not fair that my dog got to see upstairs, and I didn’t.”

He laughs and pulls me back into the dining room toward the sliding doors that lead to the backyard. Poe runs out the second he opens the door and starts barking and chasing squirrels. The sun is starting to set, and I look at the view off the side of the house. It is absolutely gorgeous. The swirls of pink and orange dance with the trees on the horizon. Easton wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck.

“This is a beautiful view,” I tell him as we watch the sunset.

“You are,” he says. I glance at him and see that he’s staring right at me. My heart warms and my entire body tingles. I trace my fingers along his jawline and he closes his eyes.

“I think dinner is about ready,” he says.

We walk back into the dining room and I sit at one of the seats he set up. He walks into the kitchen and starts to bring out a few dishes at a time. Salad, corn muffins, greens, mashed potatoes.

“How hungry do you think I am?” I ask him as I see the feast that he has made.

“I just wanted to cook you a meal like my momma used to make.” He sets a chicken on the table and starts cutting it. He places a few pieces on my plate and then serves himself. I scoop up small spoonfuls of the sides and I take two corn muffins.

“Looks like I know the way to your heart.” He jokes and points at the muffins.

“I really love corn muffins, what can I say. But you would really know my heart if you had honey butter for them.”

“Well damn.” He looks disgruntled, but then he picks a dish up from the other side of the chicken and winks at me. “I think I might be boyfriend of the year.”

He hands me a dish of whipped butter and my eyes fly to his. “No fucking way.”

“Sweet cheeks, there ain’t no better way to eat corn muffins then with honey butter.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but tears start to form. I lean across the table and kiss him. All because of honey butter. He thinks of everything. And I’m so overcome with emotion because I wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Going on dates and kissing sexy men but there is just something about him that feels so right. Like we’re the last two pieces of a puzzle. The ones you search everywhere for but can never find and when you finally do it makes everything complete.

I take a bite of my chicken as Easton pours us both a glass of wine. It is like a flavor explosion on my tongue. “Oh my god, this chicken is so good.”

“Thanks. Momma’s recipe.”

“You should have been a chef or something. I think you went into the wrong profession being a mechanic. This food is seriously delicious. Can you bake too?”

“Not really the baker, that was all Raelynn. But I am glad you’re enjoying the dinner,” he says while taking a bite. “I guess I’m just good at doing things with my hands.”

“Yeah you are,” I mumble as I remember what it was like having his fingers rubbing up and down my folds and in my pussy. I feel my cheeks start to burn and suddenly my chair is pulled closer to his and his hand is on my thigh at the hem of my skirt.

“You thinking about all those dirty things I can do with my hands?” He slowly skims his finger up the inside of my thigh and back down the other. I let out a small whimper and my hand that’s holding my fork shakes. He moves his fingers back up my leg and lightly brushes a knuckle over the top of my panties. I feel a gush of wetness and squeeze my legs together to gain some friction.

He chuckles, removes his hand from my legs and goes back to eating. “Don’t worry baby. I am gonna wait for dessert.”

I take a huge gulp of my wine and go back to eating.

We finish dinner and I help him clear the table off and do the dishes. As I load the last dish in the dishwasher, he presses his front to my back and sucks on the side of my neck and nips at my ear. “I think I’m ready for my dessert.”

Before I can say a word, he hoists me over his shoulder and smacks my ass while walking me to the dining room. He pushes the chairs out of the way and sets me on the table. His mouth is on mine and I grip his shirt pulling him closer to me. His fingers skim up and down my arms and to my legs as he slowly inches my dress up higher. His kisses rain down my neck and to my breasts. He pulls the dress to each side popping out my boobs. His mouth is on my nipple within seconds, sucking and biting. He reaches up and pinches my other nipple, twisting it slightly. “Oh god.” I moan, my head falling back as he works his tongue in lavish circles around my alert nipples. He switches to the other one with his mouth and his hand moves to my thigh lighting a path of flames with every inch his finger touches. His touch electrifies every cell in my body.

His fingers press over my clit through my underwear and I nearly lose it. “East, I’m so close right now.”

He pulls his mouth from my nipple and smiles at me. “Good. I want to hear you screaming my name.” His mouth lands back on mine as his hands slowly push my legs wider apart. He pushes me backward, so I’m flat on the table and he leaves a trail of kisses down my chest and stomach. His hands grasp the sides of my panties and I lift my hips to let him pull them off.

“You’re so wet for me baby. You’re glistening.” He drags a finger through my folds and I watch as he brings it to his mouth and closes his eyes while he sucks on it. “You taste like honey.”

Watching him do that turns me on even more.

He pulls a chair up and sits down. One of his hands makes its way back to my nipple as he slowly licks from my center all the way to my clit. His other hand slides between legs and he gently pushes a finger inside of me. I whimper and groan as he sucks on my clit, adding a second finger to my pussy. He fucks me with his fingers while lapping and sucking the juices flowing out of me. My mind is a pile of mush as my whole body convulses. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. He’s igniting every nerve in my body. I try to squeeze my thighs together. He pinches my nipple hard and I mutter his name over and over. He licks through my folds before sucking hard on my clit and it throws me over the edge. “Fuck Easton, oh my god.”

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