Page 66 of Easton


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“Baby, right now my come is drying on your skin.” He paused and shook his head. “Do you get what that means? I fucked you bare, Nebraska.”

Oh, shit.

“At this point it’s moot but I’ve never had unprotected sex. We all get checkups every six months. I had one four months ago and haven’t had anyone since. I’m safe.”

Well, that was very good news even if it was belated, and as he said, moot. The deed was done.

There was silence and it wasn’t until his brow lifted that I realized he was waiting for me to share my history.

I drew in a breath, shoved the embarrassment aside, and gave him what he needed.

“It’s been six years—”

“Come again?”

My attitude instantly bubbled.

Did he really think I’d lie to him about something important? We were talking STDs here, not WMDs and who was stockpiling what where.

“You don’t believe me?” I snapped and gave his chest a shove.

Well, shove was an overstatement. I put pressure on his chest but he didn’t budge.

“Get off me,” I demanded.

“Six years?”

“You’re a dick,” I told him and attempted to shove him again, this time giving it my all.

“Baby, you just had my dick and you’re gonna have it again in about ten minutes so no need for dirty talk just yet.”

I decided to roll my eyes to the ceiling.

“How is it possible for a woman like you to go six years without sex?”

That had my eyes rolling back then narrowing.

“And what kind of woman am I, Easton?”

He didn’t answer. He just glared down at me with those stupid blue eyes of his that I wanted nothing more than to get lost in.

Charlie was right; love made you stupid and sex was a weapon.

The sharpest weapon of all. And I’d handed it right over to Easton so he could gut me with it.

NINETEEN

It took a lot out of me not to roll off Nebraska, get dressed, find my phone, and call that asshole who raised her so I could warn him I was going to kick him the balls the first chance I got.

With all of my concentration being used up tamping down my desire to kick Charlie’s ass, I didn’t have enough left in me to guard my response.

“Are you fuckin’ shitting me?”

Nebraska jerked.

I understood her reaction. It was just that I didn’t give the first fuck.

“Tell me you’re shitting me,” I demanded when she didn’t answer. “My dick’s still wet with you and already you’re retreating.”

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