Misconduct(107)

“I love you, too, Tyler,” she breathed out. “Don’t be careful with me, okay?”

Bringing her back up, I threw off my jacket and ripped my shirt open, her hands going straight to my chest.

“I trust you,” she told me.

I kissed her hard, kneading her ass. “You didn’t tell me about the stalking,” I charged.

“I know.” She nodded.

“You’ll tell me everything, you understand?” My hands were all over her, touching her like I would never touch her again. “No one else educates me about you, Easton.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, whispering against my neck, “Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

But as I tried to gently push her down, because I needed to kiss every inch of her, she stopped me and raised her eyes.

So I narrowed mine on her. “What is it?”

She looked away, growing tense, and then so did I.

“There have been a couple of breakins at my apartment,” she explained, looking solemn. “I don’t know who it is, and they don’t appear to be taking anything, but —”

“What the hell do you mean someone has been breaking into your house?” I burst out, my skin growing hot.

“I reported it to the police,” she assured me quickly. “And I added more locks. So far it’s been minor stuff,” she rushed out. “They’ve left my cabinets open, and they destroyed a display box my parents gave me when I was thirteen.”

“And you have no idea who it is?” I rasped, fear making my breathing turn shallow.

She shook her head. “No,” she nearly whispered, “and I don’t want you to worry about it.”

“Not worry about it!” I barked. “You’re under constant guard now, you hear?”

But much to my surprise, she laughed.

“It’s probably just kids, Tyler, and I’m not fighting with you about this right now,” she maintained. “I just wanted to be honest. We’ll handle it, but I won’t be the prisoner my parents tried to make me.”

I squeezed her hips, studying her hard. I didn’t like this at all.

I dipped my head to hers, whispering close, “I need to have you safe,” I confessed.

The idea of someone in her home – in her things – enraged me.

And what were the chances? After her coach did very much the same thing, it was happening again?

“I love you,” I nearly begged.

A soft smile spread across her lips. “You love me? So what does that make us?” she taunted, suddenly changing the mood.

I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. Always playing games.

“I’m too old for girlfriends, Easton,” I explained, nibbling her lips, satisfied that she was here with me now, at least, safe.

She moaned, and the taste of her skin started to make me hungrier.

I gently pushed her back and leaned down, sinking my mouth into her *.

“Oh, God,” she panted as I licked and sucked her clit. “Tyler,” she moaned.

“I want to talk about the breakins more later,” I warned her. “I want to know about your parents, your career, everything…” I demanded, stroking my cock as I kissed her heat.

“Tyler, please.” She squirmed. “No more talking. Later, okay?”

“Always so hungry,” I teased. “I love it.”

“Then prove it,” she fumed, arching her head up to look at me. “Or can’t you keep up?”

I ground my teeth together, and my fingers tightened on her hip.

Little…

God, I f*cking loved her.

Not thinking twice, I shot up and flipped her over onto her stomach with her knees on the floor. Yanking her thighs apart, I pulled her back to me and slid into her.

“Tyler!” she cried out, and I took a fistful of her hair, tugging slightly.

“You didn’t want it slow, did you?” I pawed her breast possessively.

She shook her head. “Uh-uh,” she whimpered.

I thrust into her harder and faster, groaning when she began backing up into it. Her * was so tight, squeezing my dick like a hand. I couldn’t believe I thought I could do without her.

“Sir.” Patrick came over the intercom, and I slowed. “Where am I taking you?”

I leaned down, turning Easton’s head so her lips met mine. “You don’t belong anywhere I’m not,” I whispered.

She kissed me slowly, nodding.

I leaned back up, rocking into her and feeling her * clench and spasm.

“Home, Patrick,” I choked out. “Take us home.”





TWENTY-SIX


EASTON





N

othing good ever comes easy.

The picture of Tyler and me together was all over the Internet – the news of our relationship had become public knowledge now, and there was no turning back. Saturday night he’d claimed me, throwing his ambitions to the wind and risking what he wanted for himself to have me instead.

I had never felt so loved by someone.

Even my parents had never put me first, above everything else. My career was more important to them, not my sanity or safety.

Tyler and I had spent that night at his house, and when he woke up the next morning, I was the first thing he needed. He didn’t check his phone, his e-mails, or explore the damage we might have done to our careers. We screwed and laughed and ate, and then we talked to Christian when he came home from his friend’s house.