Easton (The Swift Brothers #2)

by Riley Hart

“How many times do I have to say I don’t need your help?” I’m sorry. I’m broken. I’m not worth it. I don’t know how to be any other way.

“Come home with me. We can have a late dinner.” “Why?” “Because I enjoy talking to you,” I reply as he begins walking toward the gate, his dogs on the leash. He offers a huff in response. “What? I do. Is that so hard to believe?” “Yes.” “East,” I say, and he stops walking. I’m behind him, his back to me. “I don’t know what you’re doing,” he finally says. “Being your friend.”

The dogs scoot out of the way, and I kneel, straddle his lap, take his face in my hands, and drop my mouth to his.

But you’re so goddamned good, and there’s a dumb fucking part of me that wants to be around that. Wants to pretend. Wants to feel like I could be that, have that. Fuck, just be close to it.”

“There can’t be a real us, Archer. I’m not even a full person. Haven’t been for a long time. I can’t be a real us with anyone when I don’t have myself to give. And you don’t want that with me either, not really. You might not see it now, but you will one day, and until then…I’m so tired of being alone.”

“Thank you.” “I don’t deserve your thanks. I’m not a good brother.” “None of us are good brothers. We were taught to be the opposite of that, but for the first time, we’re trying.”

There’s never been a person in my life I wanted more than the man beneath me right now, and I feel so damn lucky that he let me have him.

shakes his head and crosses his arms. “That’s beside the point.” As I chuckle, I realize how much East makes me laugh. “Of course it is. Just think, after we get these results, I can keep that pretty little hole of yours filled with my fingers, my cock, and my cum.”

“Nothing worth having is always easy, sweetheart. I’m sitting in this car with you because it’s where I want to be. If anyone has made you feel like you’re too hard, then they don’t deserve you.”

“Sometimes it’s like there’s too much going on inside me. I think too much and feel too much. I can’t control it, and I feel like I’m gonna lose myself, but this…this helps.”

His eyes on mine, mine on his. Please don’t let me ruin this.

“I ran into her once when she was pregnant with you and Ella. She was getting ice cream with Rhett and Morgan. It’s before she got put on bed rest, and she just beamed the whole time she talked about her kids. It’s funny because we didn’t know each other well, but I remember her talking to me as if we were good friends. She told me she wanted to name you Easton, and she said, That’s a good, strong name, don’t you think? I’m not sure why that stuck with me over the years, but it has. And I hope this doesn’t make me sound like a creepy old lady, but I’ve always felt a connection to you after that conversation.

I want to devour him, push my tongue inside him and fuck him with it. Make his ass feel as owned by me as I feel owned by East.

I belong inside you, don’t I?” “Yesss…makes me feel like I belong to you…want that. Want to belong.” “Fuck, sweetheart. You do.” I keep feeding my cock into him until my groin touches his ass, until I’m filling him as deep as I can go. “Not just here, though…everywhere, all the time.”

“Why do you feel so good?” He drops his head back, the long column of his throat on display. “Because it’s right, East. We’re right.”

“What are you smiling at?” he asks. “I like people knowing you’re mine.” East drops his forehead against my shoulder. “You’re ruining me, you know that?” I’m not sure how to take that, but then he says softer, mouth against my throat, “But in the best way.” “Then you already ruined me, sweetheart. I’m just waiting for you to catch up.”

We’ll go slow next time.” Because there will be a next time, and a next time, and a next time. We’re an always, me and him.