Page 57 of Shattered Saint
Raven shot me a look of understanding before she allowed Nash to take her away. "We'll leave you two alone," she said with a knowing smirk before turning back to face Nash. "Now come on, let's go!"
And then they were gone, leaving me alone with Easton. Our eyes met for a moment, and I felt as if my heart was about to burst out of my chest. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on his face and stay calm.
For what felt like an eternity, there was silence between us as we just stared at each other, neither one of us saying a word. It was as if there was no one else but us in the world, even though there were plenty of people around us. Easton spun in a circle and then started walking away.
I jogged a couple of steps to catch up with him and I said, “You could have given me a warning before you started walking away.”
“I’m keeping you on your toes,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes in response, and we stayed quiet until we exited the stadium and were at his car. Easton opened the back seat of his SUV and stuck his gym bag inside. He then walked around and opened the passenger-side door to let me in.
He eyed me suspiciously and said, “That’s not the jersey I told you to wear.”
I looked down at the jersey I had on, and smirked because it was my brother’s number. I shifted my gaze to look back at Easton. “I’m here, aren’t I? You should be happy with that.”
Easton’s gaze narrowed at me. “When it comes to the deal we struck, I expect you to obey what I said.”
I chuckled humorlessly. “You can’t be serious. I don’t do the whole Neanderthal shit.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to not have to worry about anything other than coming all over my fingers, my tongue, and my cock?” He paused and studied me hard as his words sunk in. “You just might like giving up control. Not having to worry about anything besides the pleasure I’m going to give you. Get into the car, princess.”
I stared at him for a moment before I decided to get into the vehicle, and I prayed to myself that I was going to have the ride of my life.
23
EASTON
Igripped the steering wheel hard enough for my knuckles to turn white as I drove back to Brentson University. Beside me, Bianca gazed out the window, but I could feel every so often that her eyes would land on me, like she was watching to see what I would say or do next.
I swallowed hard as I tried to focus on the road ahead. The only thing that filled my mind was Bianca's soft skin, her breathy moans, and the taste that was uniquely her.
This deal had been something that had been at the forefront of my mind even as the rest of my life had steadily gotten more complicated. I’d intentionally waited a while to act because it would keep her on her toes, and she wouldn’t know what was coming or when. I wasn’t even sure if she knew what was going to happen now. However, I had no doubt in my mind she would figure out that something was up as soon as I turned off the main road to Brentson. I had something to take care of before I took her home. I tapped my finger on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, and then put on my turn signal.
It took a moment for Bianca to realize what was happening, but when she did, she asked “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to campus.”
“We’re taking a short detour.”
I turned, kept driving us further into the woods, scanning for the place I’d found before. It took a few minutes, but soon, we were driving up to a parking lot that was a place where people parked to go hiking. I drove to the far corner, nowhere near the entrance of the hiking trail, but also slightly hidden in the shadows due to the trees that were nearby. It was the perfect spot for what I had planned.
I put the car into park, killed the engine, but left the car on. I turned the heat on low and turned off the music, leaving Bianca and me in complete silence.
Would it have been easier to take her back to my place or her apartment to do this? Sure, but I couldn’t wait that long. I unbuckled my seat belt but didn’t say a word.
Bianca turned to me, a questioning look in her eyes. "What are we doing here?"
I reached out and grabbed her jaw sternly but without hurting her. "I couldn’t wait anymore, Bianca. I need you. Now."
Her eyes widened, and I wondered if she was going to fight me. But then she visibly relaxed. Her surprised expression turned into a warm grin. “Then fuck me.”
“With pleasure.”
Her words were the only invitation I needed. I tipped her head up slightly before our lips crashed together. It felt as if our kiss was something I couldn’t quantify with words. What I did know was that once my lips were on hers, my body felt as if it was ablaze, and the only thing that could extinguish the burning desire was her. My hands moved from her face down her body briefly, until I came into contact with the item that was restricting her movement: her seat belt.
We were forced to break apart temporarily as she took off the seat belt to gain more freedom with her movement.
Not being able to touch her for those few seconds was too long, but as she was moving, an idea popped into my head. “Take off the jersey and pants.”
She looked at me curiously and said, “Wait what?”
