Saving Easton (Oakside Military Heroes Book 2)(36)

Barbie's face turns as pink as the Barbie convertible I had as a kid, before she turns and stomps back to her car.

I slump back into the swing, and my dad takes a chair next to me.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"All of it. I saw her walk up just as I was about to step out onto the porch. I was eavesdropping, even though I know I shouldn't have been."

"Well, I'm glad you were. I just don't understand why this was such a big deal to her. It's like I suggested he go on a blind date with another girl for how mad she is over it."

"I'm not sure either. Though, I guess it's nothing to the wrath of Leeland Sutton that I'm going to have to deal with. I love that you’re here sweet pea, but it's probably best you go home, so I can deal with Lee myself."

"Thanks, Daddy. I think a long bath and some wine are calling my name."

"Okay, sweet pea." He says, hugging me.

I get in my car and text Easton what just happened. On my way home, I grab take out from the diner near my house. As I eat and toss the conversation over and over in my head, I feel like I'm missing something.

After finishing my sandwich and wine, I still have no idea, so I run a hot bath, put my hair up, grab a book, and another glass of wine. I sit the bottle of wine next to the tub and get in. As I sink into the hot water, I already feel all the tension leave my body.

I get a few chapters into my book and halfway into the bottle of wine, before my phone goes off. I drain some water and add some more hot water for the third time, before I pick it up.



Easton: How are you doing?

Me: Wine-tastic

Easton: Are you drunk?

Me: Happily tipsy.

Easton: You have no idea how badly I wish I could be there for you right now. I'd have shown up on your doorstep the moment your brother left, if I could have.



I want him here too, more than I care to admit. Maybe, it's the wine, or maybe, it's wanting to forget about the run in with Barbie, or maybe, it's both, but I empty the tub halfway and refill it with some bubbles and more hot water. I lay back and rest my legs on the side of the tub and make sure the bubbles cover the surface of the water.

I snap a few photos, and then pick one and attach it to my next text.



Me: I wish you were here, too.



I'm only slightly disappointed, when I don't get a response right away, so I refill my glass of wine and pick my book back up. I barely get a paragraph in, before a text goes off again.



Easton: Playing dirty, I see.

Me: Always.



Instead of another text, he calls me this time.

"You knew exactly what you were doing, when you sent that picture, sunshine."

"Yep," I say, popping the p.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"Half a bottle.”

"A better man would hang up and say good night and talk to you tomorrow."

"Guess it's a good thing a better man isn't on the phone."

"Do you want to know how the conversation with Leeland went?" He asks, trying to change the subject.

"I don't want to talk about my brother or his girlfriend. Don't burst my bubble. There’s one thing I need help with, and if you don't want to help me, I can get off the phone and do it myself."

He curses under his breath.

"I'm so damn hard just from that photo and imagining you in the tub."

"Good. If you were here, you’d be in the tub with me. Nice and wet."

"I'd have you sit in front of me, so I could run my hands all over your breasts and down between your legs. Do it now. Pretend it's my hands on you."

I do as he says and take my free hand and rub it over my breasts, and then down the center of my stomach to my core.

"Mmm, Easton. It feels so good." I moan.

"Rub your clit for me, sunshine."

"Are you playing with yourself, too?"

"Yes. Wishing it was you," he groans.

"Go slow," I tell him.

He takes in a ragged breath. "Okay."

"I wish I was there, feeling you wiggle your ass against me, being able to watch your skin flush right before you come."

"I wish you were inside me right now. My hand isn't enough."

"I would ride you so hard, Paisley. I wouldn't be able to be gentle. Years of frustration and watching you walk around in those skimpy bikinis. Years of jacking off to the thoughts of peeling that bikini off of you, and then plunging into you the first time with you screaming my name."

"Easton!" I'm so close, and I don't want him to stop.

"I’m not going to be gentle with you. You'd ride my cock hard and fast in that tub. Screaming my name over and over."

That's what sets me over the edge. My orgasm overtakes me, and I explode, moaning his name. Hearing him cum and groaning my name, only prolongs my spasms. As I float back to Earth, I'm grateful I didn't drop my phone in the tub.

"Damn, that was hot," I say with a laugh.

"Yeah, it was." He agrees. "I really didn't call for that to happen. I just wanted to check on you."

"I know, but I needed it. I'm doing fine, I promise. I'm about to get out of the tub and go to bed, and maybe watch some TV."