Saving Easton by Kaci Rose
Chapter 30
Easton
My stomach wakes me up, and it takes a moment to remember that I'm at Paisley's. I turn to look at her, and I can't pull my eyes away from her peacefully, sleeping body. She's beautiful with her long, dark brown hair spread on the pillow, and her gorgeous breasts peeking out. Sex with Paisley was explosive. I've never felt anything like it, and I doubt I will again. It's a feeling I’ll do anything to hold on to. Including doing everything I can to get better, so we can start a life together.
She begins to stir, opening her chocolate colored eyes, looking at me with a small smile, gracing her face.
"It wasn't a dream." She says, snuggling up to me.
"No, it most certainly wasn't a dream." I pull her closer, enjoying her bare skin on mine.
Once again, her hand is on my chest, tracing the heart tattoo. When I was debating taking my shirt off earlier, I had forgotten all about it. I was more worried about the scars she was about to see. I shouldn't have been, because this is my Paisley after all.
Her hands move down my chest and trace a few of the knife scars on it, but she doesn't ask any questions. I don't want to keep anything from her, but I'd rather she doesn't know the gruesome details.
When she props up on her elbow, staring at me, the look in her eyes of complete acceptance undoes me.
I cup her face in my hand, and it just slips out.
"I love you, Paisley," I say not being able to stop the words, even if I wanted to, which I don't.
Her face softens, and she leans up and gives me a quick kiss.
"I love you too, Easton." Those five words make my heart soar, and suddenly, I feel like I could do anything.
Knowing this woman loves me, when I'm not at my best, makes me feel like I can do anything, and I know I will do anything for her.
"Come on, let's eat." She smiles, getting out of bed.
"I'm hungry, but not for food," I growl and grab her, kissing her hard.
I walk her back to the wall. I'm not ready to leave this room just yet, even for food. Never breaking the kiss, I pull her legs around my waist and pin her to the wall with my body.
I slide her down my cock, and we both groan, as she holds on to me, and our bare bodies connect. Using the wall for leverage, I thrust into her. She throws her head back against the wall, moaning.
"I'm never going to get enough of you," I say and pull her legs up higher.
"Good, because I feel the same way." She starts pulsing around me.
Gripping her ass, I turn us, setting her on top of her dresser, and pull her legs up for better leverage, going deeper than I have before.
When I’m this deep inside her, everything is right in my world. When she looks at me with love in her eyes, like I’m her hero, it makes me feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.
My heart clenches, and I can't take it anymore. The tension starts in my lower back, and the need to cum and coat her with my seed takes over.
A few strokes of her clit from my thumb, and her walls clamp down on me, and we are both cumming. I lock my knees to keep upright, and then, I see stars.
As we catch our breath, I hug her to me skin-to-skin, and that calms me like nothing else. When I carry her to the bed and see my cum dripping from her, it hits me.
"Fuck, we didn't use a condom.”
"It's okay. I've been on the pill for years, and I trust you." She shrugs. "I also haven't been with anyone in over a year."
"It's been longer for me," I say and kiss her again.
Lying in bed, we snuggle, and it’s my new favorite thing to do just holding her like this.
***Paisley
As Easton and I try to catch our breath, the dogs start to bark. I groan, because a moment later, the doorbell rings.
"Expecting anyone?" Easton says.
"No. Probably just a neighbor. Stay here." I say, as he calls Allie over to him.
I slip on my robe, and when I get to my door, I find my brother on the other side. He gives me a once over, and then a weird look when I don't invite him inside. I quirk an eyebrow at him.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"No, I have a guest.”
He looks me over again and puts two and two together. He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.
"Is it true about you and Easton?"
"What do you mean?"
"Barbie said..."
"First of all, fuck her. Did she tell you what she did to Easton? She lied to get into Oakside, and then was rubbing all up on him when he kept telling her to leave. When I walked in, Allie almost attacked, and so did Molly. But sure, believe what the bimbo who attacked your sister said." I say instantly pissed.
The more I talk, the redder Lee's face gets, and I could care less. Though, when he looks over my shoulder, I have a good idea of what he sees.
"Are you fucking kidding? My baby sister, man."
I glance over my shoulder and find Easton there dressed.
"I don't see how this is any of your business," I say, trying to close the door, but he stops me.
"It's my business. He’s my friend."
"Really, because last I checked, it wasn't you there week after week helping him, talking to him, or being there for him. It wasn't you sending care packages to your friend who was in a war zone, while you were partying it up and getting drunk every night. Was it?" I snap.
My brother doesn't even acknowledge what I say, because his eyes are still trained on Easton.
"You should have talked to me. Paisley deserves more," Lee says.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Get out of here, before I call the cops." I slam the door in his face, and this time he lets me.
I don't turn around, taking deep breaths to collect myself.
When I turn, it's like I'm looking at the Easton who used to stare out of his window. The life is gone from his eyes, and it's just a blank stare.
"What he said isn't true. Don't listen to him." I beg, but I can tell I'm already losing him.
"I'd like to go back now." He says, his voice void of emotion.
"Easton, please don't let him do this to us," but he says nothing, just looks right past me.
"Alright, let me go get dressed.”
The entire time I'm putting my clothes on, I'm fighting back tears. How dare Leeland do this? Of course, if Easton had told him at the beginning, this wouldn't have happened. I'm so upset and hurt I don't even know who to be mad at.
I take a few calming breaths and head back out to the living room. Easton has his arms crossed over his chest and is looking out of my front window.
"Don't go backwards just because my brother is an asshole," I say, but my words fall on deaf ears.
We go to the car and get the dogs loaded. I really don't want to go to Oakside, and I pray to hit every light, maybe even a traffic jam, but this is Clark Springs, Georgia, and traffic jams here are unheard of.
We get back to Oakside too soon, and he gets out of the car, gets Allie, and walks to the front door without even looking back at me.
Tears fall from my eyes without me even realizing it.