That didn’t happen, it couldn’t have.
Fuck. And out in the open? What if someone saw? What if someone called the cops? Oh god,what if my dad finds out?
Panic fills my chest until I feel like I can’t breathe. Clawing at my chest, I try to take in lungfuls of air, but I can’t.
Am I dying? I feel like I’m dying.
I keep running until my lungs burn and I fall to my knees. Everything I drank at the party comes up.
I puke until I’m gagging on it.
“Easton?” A soft voice has me looking up. Tears blur my vision, and it’s not until I feel myself gasping for air that I realize I’m crying.
“Oh, sweetie.” The woman comes closer. She crouches down in front of me, and her blue familiar eyes make me sob harder. “I’ve got you.” Her arms wrap around me, pulling me to my feet. “I’ve got you.”
I let her lead me away, knowing that despite everything that has happened tonight, hell, my whole fucking life, I’m safe.
It’s wrong, I shouldn’t be here, with her, but I feel safer in this moment than I have in a very long time.
Chapter 12
Bennett
It feels like someone reached inside my chest and wrapped their hand around my lungs. My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe, my stomach twisting in knots.
The look on Easton’s face, one of recognition and horror, hits me like a brick.
He staggers away, shaking his head like he can’t believe what we just did. Hell, I can’t even believe it.
What the hell was that? Did that really just happen?
“Easton.” As soon as I say his name, he turns on his heels and takes off running. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I shout again. “Easton!”
He doesn’t turn around, leaving me standing here confused and hurt.
Taking in deep, heavy breaths, I try to wrap my head around everything that just happened.
I continue to stare in the direction he ran, body aching, mind numb.
It takes way too long for reality to sink in and realize that I’m standing in the middle of a public park with my dick hanging out.
“Fuck,” I hiss, quickly scrambling to pull my pants up and shove my dick away. I wince when the pain registers, and I can feel Easton’s cold cum leaking out of my ass and down my thighs.
Breathing deeply again, I close my eyes and lean back against the tree. A heavy weight feels like it’s pressing down on my chest. How could that have been the hottest, but also the most fucked up thing to ever happen to me?
Easton fucked me. He was inside me. He made me cum, and then he ran away. He didn’t use me, that much I could see in his eyes.
He wanted me, but when reality settled in, he freaked out.
Maybe it was the shock of what happened, or maybe it’s him really realizing he’s into men. I don’t know.
But the fact is, we just had sex. He has a girlfriend, and we didn’t even use protection.
“Fuck,” I growl, the back of my eyes stinging. The number of times I fantasized about being with Easton in that way is too many to count.
I’ve wanted that for so long, even when I convinced myself I was over him. That I’ve moved on. That it was just a silly little crush.
It shouldn’t have happened that way, not when he’s in a relationship. I hate cheaters, and I just helped him cheat.
