out well since I happen to love having my cock sucked.”
And as if Easton needed more qualities that made him into a near-perfect individual, the man had wicked skills. He was an aggressive yet attentive lover all wrapped into one.
In a smooth move that defied the exhaustion all over his face, he tossed me onto my back and pinned me down by the wrists. His sexy mouth’s assault was knee-weakening, and I took the abuse happily. His sharp tongue that liked to tease and make stupid lists also knew how to turn me inside out. He didn’t just savor every part of me. He worshiped me. Licking, biting, sucking me into oblivion. In no time, he broke me down and discovered everything that sent me out of my mind.
When his slow journey down my body found my cock and he took me down his throat, I was unable to think. It was a sensory experience like nothing I’d ever known. He sucked my balls one at a time then licked long paths up and down my shaft.
He had me at his mercy. He teased long enough that by the time he took me in his mouth again, I went off like a cannon. And Easton drank every pulse and ensured I rode every wave until I was boneless and hoarse from calling his name.
He crawled back up my body and kissed me. Softly. Gently. I never wanted it to end.
When he collapsed on the bed beside me, he tugged the blankets over us both and found my hand. He kissed my knuckles even as his eyelids fell closed.
“Will you be gone when I wake up?”
“No.”
“Promise?”
I shuffled closer, sharing his pillow and feeling his every exhale fan my face. “I promise.”
Easton was fading fast. He weaved a leg with mine and worked hard to open his eyes one last time.
“You know, for an asshole, I think I kinda like you.”
I chuckled. “Takes one to know one. Now go to sleep, asshole. We’ll go see Percy again when you wake up.”
“Okay.”
He was out cold in under a minute, soft snores escaping with his slowed breathing. A few long strands of wavy hair stuck to his forehead, so I reached out and moved them aside. Easton was so different than anyone I’d been with in the past. He was honest and loyal and true to himself.
He was respectful and kind and loving to those around him.
And then there was me.
I strolled in and upset his whole world. First with my effort to try and encourage him to sell his land, then with whatever this was that wanted to grow between us.
He didn’t want a quick fling. He wanted long term. He wanted a relationship and love, and watching him with Percy, I also knew he wanted a family.
None of those things defined me.
I had a life back in Edmonton. A job. A father who was going to be ripe with anger when I told him there was and never would be a deal with the Campbells. I didn’t belong in Jasper.
I didn’t belong with a guy like Easton.
Yet, not a single part of me was ready to give him up.
Not yet.
I would delay my father. Lie if I had to. What I needed was more time. More time with Easton. More time with the fresh mountain air all around me. There was no incentive to race back home to get yelled at and degraded.
Would I be doing more damage staying? Was I stringing Easton along?
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand this swell that had bloomed and grown in my chest when it came to the cowboy beside me. Everything in my life was simple and made sense before I met him. Now I was off balance.
Before long, the endless night caught up with me, and sleep took me under.
Chapter Eighteen
Easton
It was close to dinner time when I woke up. I was facing the window, and for a second, my heart skipped thinking I was alone. Turning my head, I found a sleeping Lachlan beside me, naked and sprawled out on his stomach. The covers had fallen to his waist, exposing the long line of his back and the tip of his enticing ass crack.
He was beautiful. Miles of smooth pale skin that I wanted to touch and explore all over again. It was clear he worked hard at staying in shape. He might not have had definition to his muscles, but his body was tight and firm. Lean and perfect.