For The Love of Easton (For the Love Of #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,67
afraid not. He’s traveling to a remote area and won’t be back online until tomorrow. I’ve left him a message though.”
“So did we. Mom, I saw the door. We need to get that fixed.”
She rubbed her eyes, then neck. “I know. That horrid man forced his way inside and look what he did.”
“You showed the police, right?”
“I don’t even remember. I was too concerned about your grandfather.”
I pulled my phone out of my purse and took a dozen or more photos of the damaged door. The wood was splintered around the knob where he’d pushed against it.
“Ugh, that man was so awful,” Mom said.
“I’m so sorry I got our family involved with them,” I said. “This is my fault.”
Tristian’s attention snapped to me. “How in the world could you have known? You met Stuart when he was just a high-school kid. How would anyone know then?”
“My dad did. He never liked Stuart.”
“Honey, don’t blame yourself. It’s over and done.” Then Mom brightened a bit. “You know, one thing good will most likely come out of this. His behavior will demonstrate that they are terrible candidates for any type of custody of Easton.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
Tristian added, “We’ll make certain the attorneys do.”
Mom said, “Enough about this dreadful subject. How was the wedding ceremony?”
Tristian and I glanced at each other and cracked up. “Oh, God, you should’ve seen the Elvis minister and his wife. They were the best. We were serenaded.” And we told her the story.
“I can’t wait to see the video, but show me that rock you’re wearing.”
I held out my hand and she said, “My, oh, my. Tristian, you sure do have good taste in jewelry.”
“I aimed to please,” Tristian said. “But Easton gave me strict orders too.”
Mom chuckled. “I’m sure she did. She loved the tiara picture and wouldn’t stop talking about it.”
“Then she’ll love my wedding rings,” I said.
“I hate to do it, but I have to get some sleep. This has exhausted me.”
“No, it’s fine. Call me in the morning and I can go with you to the hospital.”
Tristian and I left and went back to my house. The more I thought about Stuart’s dad, the more it angered me. “The nerve of that man. Going to my parents’ home. How rude.”
“English, he doesn’t give a damn about being rude. He just wants to exert his power.”
“You’re right. He’s always been about that. What a creep though. And then to do that to my Geepa.”
“Hey, we’ll get him. I promise.”
We unloaded the car and climbed the steps to my room. Easton was still at my parents’ so it was only us at home.
Tristian asked me if I was hungry.
“I should be, but with all this commotion, my appetite is still in Vegas.” I only had one kind of appetite now, but wasn’t sure if he was game. I reached for him and said, “I’m game for a shower, if you are.”
“Always.” We headed for the bathroom, where we stripped and he cranked up the water. When it was ready, we got in and he soaped me up.
Hands slid over all the areas of my body he told me were extra-dirty and needed more attention. He stole my breath as desire brewed between my thighs. I hissed as his fingers worked their way over my nub and entered me. With the sensations evoked by his hands, mouth, and water, I lost myself completely to him. The orgasm I chased erupted in full force and I sagged against the cool tiled wall afterward. He held me with his palm and then lifted me in his arms, impaling me. I bit down on his shoulder so as not to scream. He drove in and out and I reveled in the pleasure-pain threshold as he slammed me against the wall with each thrust. Oxygen rushed out of me each time as I tried to catch my breath between strokes. When he reached between us, I knew he was close. There wasn’t a chance I would last once his hand touched me.
His skillful fingers set me off like a comet shooting through the sky. My inner muscles squeezed his cock and his deep groan let me know he was getting his too. I knew for sure when his warmth spread inside of me. I was amazed at his strength—there wasn’t a chance I could stand yet. He held me and peppered kisses up and down my neck.
“That was lovely,” he said in my ear in his husky voice.