But being with him sounds better.
“Eyes on me, Collie. You asked for this. There’s no going back now.”
I shake my head feverishly. He couldn’t drag me away if he tried. “I don’t want to go back. I meant what I said. I want you.”
“Then watch what you do to me.”
There’s no way this is really happening.My question is confirmed because it is, in fact, happening. In mere seconds, Easton’s pants and boxers are gone, revealing him naked, engorged cock curved toward his stomach.
“Hell to the yes,” I groan, mesmerized by how big he is. Not just the magnitude of his length, but his overall frame. Easton is built like a titan. Thick thighs corded with tightmuscle. Chest and abs nearly the same width, while his tattooed, sculpted arms serve as a reminder of his dedicated career.
Dirt road dollars. Blue collar and steel made. Literally.
Easton doesn’t seem to mind my staring. In fact, he continues with his torture and grips his girth, shocking me to my horny little core. “Oh god,” I mumble, but it sounds like a moan.
He chuckles, Adam’s apple reminding me of its presence. “I’ve been holding myself back.” He strokes himself, and I have to fight the urge to slap his hand away so I can do it myself. “But you’re a persistent little tease. Tempting me with something as simple as your touch.” Another stroke and his head reclines back, eyes falling closed for a moment.
My core throbs, desperate to be touched by him. Fondled the same way he works his cock.
“I came here to do better. To be better. But I’m convinced doing that might just be with you.”
“Yes. Yes. Do better with me, Easton.”I’m desperate.
Easton steps closer, crowding my space like he belongs there. He does. I’ve never been shy about what I want, but for the first time in my life, I’m afraid to say or do something that might ruin this.
I’m confident I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Easton.
It may only be physical, but I’m okay with that.
It’s when he stops directly in front of me that I look down. A strangled moan seeps from my lips at the feel of his tip gliding across the seam of my jacket, reminding me I’m fully clothed.
Goddamn it.
“It’s been nearly a year since I’ve touched a woman the way I plan to touch you, Collie. Do you understand that?”
That answers my question about him and Sydney still sleeping together.
This is the best day of my life. I knew being a decent person would pay off someday.
“Not really. But I’ll save the questions for another day.” I smile, and even that feels like work right now. I’m a millisecond away from dropping to my knees and shoving his cock down my throat.
With one hand steadily stroking himself, the other tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, thumb ghosting my cheek on the way down. “It means I’ve got some making up to do, baby. I need to know you can handle it because once I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”
Hallelujah.
Without asking permission, I run the palm of my hand up the plane of Easton’s chest, appreciating the glimmer of unease he shows me. Not rejection, but acceptance. Like one touch from me, and everything he’s worked hard to build begins to disintegrate. His lids fall shut as goosebumps flush across his skin.
He has to be freezing and not at all worried about anyone else spotting us out here—him naked in the cold handling himself.
“Permission to use you, Ranger?”
He nods slowly. “You fucking better.”
I still have so much to learn about him and what makes him so…unreachable. But Easton’s giving me this, and I plan to make it worth our while.
“Then you better get in that hot spring before you freeze. I’d rather not have a frozen cock in my mouth.” With that, I tap his ass cheeks and say, “Chop. Chop. It’s my turn to strip.”
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