Page 93 of Of Pranks and Passion

“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 whereyou 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!”

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

EASTON

If someone toldme a year ago that I’d be getting married, I would’ve told them to fuck off. It was never in the plan. Never even crossed my mind. I attended my siblings' weddings with the same disinterested scowl that I gave anything remotely related to romance. I didn’t understand it. And I didn't care enough to try. So finding myself in a tux, getting ready to walk down the aisle to marry Gary, was a little disconcerting. It was hard to wrap my head around sometimes. At least until that familiar possessiveness took hold, and I reminded myself that this was just another way to claim the guy I never wanted to lose.

“Ready for this?” Jayden asked as he stepped into the room. He left the door cracked, but I didn’t really give a shit if someone came in. It irritated the hell out of me that so many people were insisting Gary and I couldn’t get ready together. The bullshit about it being bad luck was nothing but that; bullshit.

“Mm. Is everything set up?”

“Yep. Just waiting on the family to show. Security is in place, cameras are up. We’re good to go.”

Good. This was months in the making, and I wanted it to go perfectly. When I was through with Gary’s family, they’d never come near him again.

“Is Gary downstairs yet?”

“No, I think he’s still getting ready. I think he’s with–”

“Get away from me!”

I’d expected to hear that at one point, but that wasn’t the voice I’d expected to hear it from. Gary’s panicked tone echoed from across the hall, and I was moving before I realized, ripping open the door to his room just in time to watch him punch the guy in front of him in the throat. He followed up by kicking the guy in the knee and sending him to the ground, then finished up with an elbow to the face. It was fucking beautiful.

“Gary.”

His head jerked up, his eyes wide and terrified, chest heaving. He looked disheveled, like the guy tried to grab him, and there were buttons missing on his shirt. His eyes filled with tears, and I could tell he was afraid of how it looked, but I shook my head to stall him.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

With a choked sob, he scurried around the guy still gasping on the ground. He launched himself into my arms, trembling and clinging to me like a barnacle. It was familiar, and it made me see red. The last time he was this scared, someone tried to assault him. And from the look on his face when I guided his chin up, the only difference from today was that he came out the victor.

“Are you alright?”

He nodded, casting a wary glance at the guy, who groaned a few feet away. “I know him.”

“Who is he?”

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