Page 77 of Trusting Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 2)

“Are you saying last night was a one-time only event?”

Grace could tell that his question was a serious one, even though he kept his tone light. She noticed he did that with her a lot. He’d test the waters of what she felt by joking around about something. If there was anything that was adorable in this situationship, it was that.

“No.” Her breathing was already growing shallower just discussing sex being on the table. “But your parents are down the hall sleeping.”

“They raised four boys. Plenty of sex happened with them down the hall sleeping.” The grittiness in Easton’s voice spread through Grace like butter in a hot pan.

She trembled when she felt his hand slide beneath the covers and under her shirt. His fingertips grazed her belly before his hand cupped her breast. When he rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb and squeezed, a carnal ache settled low in her core.

“Is the door locked?” she asked, already feeling herself floating away to mindlessness.

“Again, they raised four boys. Do you really think they would walk into a room that their thirty-six-year-old son is sharing with his girlfriend? That’s a rookie mistake. Won’t happen.”

Using just enough pressure, Easton pinched her nipples exactly the way that Grace needed to be pinched and her sex clenched. She lifted her arm up over her head to give him better access but instead of continuing to tease her breasts, his hand moved down her body and he began pushing her sweats down. Urgency overtook her and she shifted so that she was on her back feeling desperate as she shimmied out of her pants.

“We have to be quiet,” she whispered as he tugged her shirt up and over her head.

When the material cleared her face she saw Easton staring down at her with one brow lifted.

She blinked, aware that out of the two of them she was the one who made noise. “Okay, I have to be quiet.”

He grinned and when she reached up to touch his face, he gripped her wrist and put her hand above her head. Then he took her other hand and did the same. Using one hand he trapped her wrists so that she couldn’t move before he lowered his head and covered one of her nipples in an open mouth kiss.

She sucked in a sharp breath as her back lifted off of the mattress. He continued licking, sucking and lightly biting her nipples as he moved so he was positioned between her legs. She wasn’t sure what ninja-voodoo-magic he’d used but somehow, he’d managed to kick off his sweats while he was laving attention on her breasts.

With one hand still keeping her arms caged above her, he moved the other one between her legs. His fingers easily slid up and down her sex that was slick with her arousal.

“Fuck, I love how wet you get for me,” he gritted out as he replaced his fingers with his cock.

“Yes,” she whimpered when she felt his thick, swollen head at her entrance.

In one forceful motion, he pushed inside of her and she let out a silent gasp at the intrusion. She was still sore from the night before, and she worried, for a split second, that it might be too much for her. But instead, the sweet ache of her body stretching out as he thrust into her was spine tingling torture. It was the perfect balance of pain and pleasure, which meant that it tipped the scales in the pleasure direction.

When he began to move in and out of her, she wanted to reach down and grip his hips, dig her nails into his skin, but when she tried to tug one arm away, his hold on her tightened.

Not being able to move, being at a man’s mercy was not something she’d ever thought she’d enjoy in real life. Yes, she fantasized about it, but had never done it. Men had wanted to tie her up and blindfold her, but she’d never allowed that to happen. She had to be in control with all of them.

With Easton, it was an entirely different situation. Surrendering to him was such a turn on. She loved the feeling of being at his mercy.

The hand that wasn’t holding her hostage, grasped her hip and tilted her pelvis up, allowing him to drive even deeper inside of her. He hit a spot that caused her body to spasm as she inhaled a silent gasp. It was everything she could do not to make any noise.

Having to be quiet and having her hands secured above her head all served to heighten the experience that she knew she would never have with anyone else.

Being with Easton wasn’t just sex, it was different. It was connection. Intimacy. Like their minds and souls were coming together not just their bodies. And she wasn’t going to let herself overthink what that meant. Not now. Not in this moment.

Tonight, she was just going to surrender.

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