“Oh, that’s so romantic!” Benjamin hums. “You met on a plane and just flew right into love.”
“Benjamin,” I say, because this bunny is about to bounce right off to Bunnyland. But he doesn’t seem to hear me, too engulfed in the romance of this couple.
“We can order some aeroplane moulds for you,” he says. “We can make little chocolate planes for the wedding. With your initials on them.”
“Oh em gee!” Heaven laughs. “That would be amazing. Wouldn’t it be amazing, Mase?”
“Amazing,” he drawls, looking slightly tired now, apparently just as over this bunny meet and greet as I was.
“Oh, I’m so excited,” Benjamin bounces on his feet and Heaven laughs. “Me too.”
“Sweetheart, we really have to get going.” Mason takes one for the grumpy, growly boyfriend team—yeah, I’ve decided we’re boyfriends. “You have our details, right?” he turns to me.
“Yes, absolutely.” I accept the hand he’s offering me, shaking it with relief, squeezing it just a little tighter than I normally would.You’re on my turf, Yankee. I’m the shit here in Chocolate Land.I even get up on my toes, but yeah, Benjamin was right—they grow them tall in big old America.
“And it’s really not a problem shipping it to Wyoming?” he adds.
“Of course not. We ship worldwide.” I puff out my chest just a little. Because we do. People all over the world order from our webshop. Last week a bakery in Los Angeles ordered an entire case of T-shaped chocolates with orange cream filling. Yeah, no idea what that was about.
“Ugh, I wish we didn’t have to go so soon.” Heaven looks wistfully at thebunny ears.
“Me neither.” Benjamin slumps, looking truly sad that his new bestie is about to bounce out of his life again. I guess I just have to work extra hard later on putting a smile back on his face. Maybe I’ll finally plug him. He’s been dying to get stuffed by that bunny tail, nagging me daily since I showed it to him. Yeah, I think I’m going to do that.
“C’mon Evvie.” Mason grabs his fiancé’s hand and tugs him out of the shop, the chime of the bell sounding sadder than ever.
“He was sooo pretty,” Benjamin sighs once the door closes behind them. “Don’t you think he was pretty, East? With that blond hair and those blue eyes.”
“You’re prettier,” I grunt, surprising myself. “You’re way prettier, Bunny.”
Chapter Fourteen
Bunny
Ihave no idea what’s got into East, but the moment I turn the key in the door and close for the day, he’s up in my face, a look in his eyes that’s intense even for him. His chest is heaving like he’s just run up and down the stairs five times, his hair dishevelled and deliciously wild.
“You,” he breathes, his hot breath washing over my face. I blink, holding my breath.
“East?” I test the waters when he continues to stare me down. “Are you all right? You look a lit—”
“You,” he says again, clenching his fists at his sides. “You drive me insane,” he swallows. “Completely and utterly insane, Benjamin.” He trembles, leaning in and catching my bottom lip between his teeth. I think I gasp into his mouth, my dick hardening instantly, my entire body alert. I decide then and there that I adore Crazy East. When he lets loose and discards his prim and proper exterior. When I manage to ruffle him up, and he gets all reckless. When he’s… my East, wild and wondrous.
Hungrily, he sucks my lip into his mouth while his right hand finds a home around my throat, giving it a testing squeeze.
“You did that on purpose,” he murmurs around my lip, before he releases it with a sloppy pop. I chase his mouth, shaking my head.
“I didn’t, Master. I truly didn’t. I forgot.” My voice comes out in small, strained puffs as East’s hand tightens around my throat. He tsks, tilting my head further backwards, my neck bent like a bowstring, bared for him, my big bad wolf. This bunny is ready to be devoured. My dick is so hard by now I’m leaking into my briefs, the warm stickiness pooling around my balls.
“What am I going to do with you, my bad little Bunny?”
“Oh,shiiit,” I moan, swallowing behind his grip. Because I have a full list of things I want him to do to me and they mostly involve that bunny plug, his cock, or more preferably, both.
“Is that it?” he says, digging the tips of his fingers into my skin, while his other hand drops to my crotch, roughly grabbing my dick through my pants. “Is that what it’ll take to make you finally behave like a good little bunny? You need to get fucked, Benjamin? Is that it? You need me to fuck that bad bunny right out of you?”
“Oh God,” I pant, thrusting into his hand, my dick searching for friction, needing it so badly. “Oh God, yes, please, Master,” I cry, fucking into his hand desperately. “I’ll be good, then. I promise, Master. Then I’ll be good.”
“You will, won’t you?” he murmurs, licking across my chin and up my cheek, his eyes searching mine for my innermost truth. I nod furiously as I try to capture his mouth with mine.
“I will. I promise, Master.” I’m close to crying now, my entire body painfully tense, ready to explode. I think he must see it too—that I’m on edgeand need him—because his eyes soften, warmth dancing amidst the cool blue as he nods. His mouth finds mine in a tender kiss, a kiss that’s the secret East wants no one to know. East is gentle and kind behind his controlled exterior. He’s wild and wonderful and mine. He may have said it, but I don’t think he’s fully realised it yet. I’ve known from the beginning, though—Easter Bennett is as much mine as I am his.
