Easton (The Swift Brothers #2)

by Riley Hart

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.

I want you. I want you so bad, I ache with it.

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.”

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.

“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.”

“You’re so good for me. You’re in my head all the time. I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting to be with you. I spent my whole life not realizing there was something always missing, but now I know it was you, sweetheart.”