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Exhaling, the sound as strangled as my breathing, he pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again. My muscles ached, pain coursing through me at first but the agony was short lived, pure ecstasy flowing in seconds later.
We both moaned, our animalistic sounds drowning out the latest rounds of screams from victims as the masked slasher struck again. I found it ironic instead of romantic music, a horror movie was our background noise, but it was perfect.
Maybe a little too much so.
I met every hard thrust, gasping as a wave of exhaustion tore through me. When he had the nerve to crack his huge palm against my right butt cheek several times, I couldn’t hold back a yelp or five.
He chuckled, the dark sound skittering through me. As he lowered his head, nuzzling against my neck, I also felt him tug on my ponytail holder. Seconds later he ripped it out just as he whispered in my ear.
“There’s more of that where it came from.” He cracked his hand three more times before concentrating on fucking me. Suddenly, everything drifted into an amazing standstill. No lights. No sound.
But I knew he was close to losing all that pent-up control. A wicked grin crossed my face as I squeezed my muscles, my sinful little act doing nothing more than pulling his cock in even more deeply.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Easton threw his head back and roared, his body close to convulsing. While he was trying to hold on, pumping like some crazed man, I found myself relaxing more than I ever had, moving into a place of peace.
And in those beautiful last moments of sharing a blissful intimacy, he pulled me against his body, crushing his weight against my back.
As he erupted, I felt his hot cum soaking my inner muscles. He was filling me with his seed. I had no doubt this was just the beginning of a long, glorious night.
And I couldn’t wait for more.
Much more.
CHAPTER 24
Sara
“Do you know what I adore about you?” my mother had asked a long time ago. “Even though someone is completely evil, you do your best to find something good about them, a redeeming quality. I admire you for being able to do that. I only hope and pray you won’t be disappointed in life. There are truly some bad people out there, evil lurking in the shadows. I know what I’m talking about.”
It was something she’d told me right before the shit had hit the fan about my uncle. I’d taken it as a beautiful compliment, before Mother and Father had sat me and my brothers and sister down, telling us the godawful news just hours before the world that we’d known had exploded and it no longer seemed fair or a good trait.
I’d forgotten all about it until now. Maybe because as I’d read over the last twenty pages we’d pounded out after our seductive foray into intimacy, the words and colorful phrases reminded me of a playbook used by a serial killer.
Of course, that was the drama queen talking but I’d gotten an even better understanding of the horrors Easton must have gone through.
I felt so close to the man, almost as if we were one. Sharing one heart, one blood supply, and a series of interconnected veins. It might sound ridiculous to some, and I certainly wasn’t going to acknowledge just how close I’d gotten to the man to anyone who knew me.
Least of all the girls I’d thought I could be friends with for years to come. I’d gotten a message late the night before from Taylor, the girl slurring her words. It was obvious she was celebrating our departure from college early. She’d dared admonish me for ignoring Josie.
I hadn’t returned her calls either.
After typing a few additional paragraphs, I sat back, uncertain I was heading in the right direction with the book at this point. Easton had left mid-morning after a phone call, his peaceful mood turning into something much darker. While he hadn’t told me where he was going, he’d taken a few seconds to remind me not to leave the premises. I’d had far too much work to do to even consider it.
But I had to admit a tiny part of me had wanted to follow him.
Boom!
“Shit.” Where the hell had that come from? I threw my head over my shoulder, groaning seeing the blackening sky.
The sound sent the fear of God into me. It was silly to be frightened of a storm but as I studied the ominous-looking clouds, a single bolt of lightning also made me jump. Maybe I just didn’t like being alone.
Or the subject matter I was currently embroiled in. The killer was currently describing the methods he’d just used in ending a life, including how he was cleaning up his mess. It was all too… perfectly normal to the man.
I had to wonder if it was to me as well.
He’d studied me during coffee that morning, neither one of us able to concentrate on anything. The hum in the air had been another wave of jet fuel, stealing my breath and keeping me heated and flustered. So much so when I’d taken a bite of my strawberry jam-covered English muffin, I’d managed to smear half my right cheek with the chilled goo.
With another extremely passionate and intimate move, he’d leaned forward at the table, licking the jam from my face. I’d shivered the entire time.
