Page 110 of Under Water

I lean in and kiss him again, and he sighs into my mouth as he tastes my tongue with his own.

“I have to go to the station in a bit,” he murmurs as he pulls back. “Can we fool around before that?”

I laugh as he tugs me through the living room and toward the stairs. “Yes, we can fool around. I actually have to go with you. I need to see about getting more time off if they’ll let me.”

Easton snorts as we hit the landing. “Sweetheart, I bet Camilo already has leave paperwork on his desk for you to sign.”

It’s true. Camilo would have gone out of his way to make sure that a request was submitted on my behalf. It’s the joy of working for such a small-town station. But it’s also the curse because it means everyone knows my business.

I’m sure the entire town knows about Neal by now, and anyone who recognizes me at the store is going to give me that look.

And I don’t know how often I’ll be able to take it without cracking.

“Hey,” Easton says. He tugs me through the bedroom doorway and shuts the door behind me. “Did I say something wrong?”

I bow my head and let my forehead touch his chest. “No. It’s just going to be a lot with everyone knowing my business.”

“I get that,” he murmurs. He wraps his arms around me and starts to sway. “Strangers I don’t even know still ask me how I’m doing because they heard about the drowning call. And it’s been years since then.”

I take a breath, then pull back. “I don’t want to think about it right now. I want to make you fucking scream since no one’s in the house to hear it.”

He groans softly, then nods and lets me bully him toward the bed.

Easton is pliant and soft, and his moans get louder the more I touch him, but before I can get him on his back, he holds up a finger, then reaches into the nightstand and comes back with a strip of condoms and what looks like an unopened bottle of lube.

“When did you get that?”

He flushes. “I raided my brother’s room. I know it’s fucking weird, but it was all untouched, so I figured it would be okay.”

I’m just going to accept it for the gift it is. “You want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you?”

He blows out a puff of air, his face going slightly pink. “I want you to fuck me again. It felt so good.”

I tremble as I take the lube and condoms from his hands and toss them on the bed, and then I curl my fingers in his shirt and lift. He lets me strip him, kicking his pants off before his eager hands get to mine, and it takes no effort at all to let him strip me bare.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he stares down at my hard dick. “You are so hot.”

It’s still a wonder to hear him speak about me—about my body and my presence—with such raw want in his voice. His hands tremble as they slide from my pecs to my thighs, and then he puts one between my legs and gently palms my balls.

“I want to suck you. Can I?”

I choke on a laugh as he spins us so the backs of my knees hit the mattress. “You think I’m going to say no?”

He shrugs. “I think you had an idea in your head about how this was going to go. I don’t want to mess that up.”

“If you messing up my plans involves you putting your mouth on me, then make a fucking mess, Easton.”

He shoots me a surprised grin, then with impossibly strong hands, shoves me to sit and yanks my knees apart before he falls to his. My breath leaves in a rush to see him like that—kneeling before me, face pink, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

The tip of his tongue pokes out as he angles my dick upward, and then he leans in and runs his nose along the shaft before he closes his mouth around the tip. It’s so fucking good I nearly lose it and fuck upward, and it takes all of my self-control not to.

I don’t want to come like this. I want to be buried deep inside him when I do. But I want to take my time. I want to get worked up and wild and desperate, and I know it’s not going to take long before that happens with the way he’s trying to take me all the way down to the back of his throat.

He chokes, and I quickly take him by the chin, easing him back. “You don’t have to take all of me, gorgeous.”

He hums, and the sensation rushes to my balls. I have to breathe through it before I can speak again.

“Loosen your jaw and tuck your lips,” I remind him.