Page 58 of Easton

As Junior left, Easton entered the kitchen.

“Something smells amazing.”

“Just a vegetable pasta. How was your time with him?” she asked.

“It was really good.”

She laughed. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“It’s me, remember. I had no idea what to say to him half the time. I’ve never had a son. I wasn’t there for him to grow up. I was … I don’t know. I wasn’t anything like him. My father wasn’t a good man.”

She turned down the stove and pushed it toward the back to stop it cooking. This dish was so fast to cook she had to wait until Liam arrived. Wiping her hands on the cloth on the counter, she tilted her head back to look at him.

“I heard what he’d done. I’m so sorry,” she said. “Did he hurt you?”

Easton rubbed the back of his head, looking a touch uncomfortable. “He did, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

She held her hands up. “That’s fine. You’re not alone.” He had the Four Kings as well, but she wanted to extend her hand of friendship. “I know you had your friends as well. I just wanted you to know I’m here for you, and I care.”

Easton moved toward her, taking her hand, kissing her knuckles.

“Be careful, I’ve got raw garlic.”

“It’s fine. I’m not a vampire.”

She chuckled. “Are you okay?” She hated to see him look so lost.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I will be. I’ve got you, Junior, and even Liam. Plus, I’ve got my guys, you know. Axton, Karson, and Romeo. We have a troubled friendship at times, but I know they’ve got my back for me.”

There was something he wasn’t saying, and she didn’t want to call him on it in case it made him upset.

“And now you’ve got us as well.” She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Our son’s a good kid, Easton. You don’t have to try with him to get him to talk to you. Honestly, he adores you. Loves you. You’re his father.”

“I know. You’ve raised him well. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother.”

The tension between them grew. She had no idea if Easton felt this connection between the two of them or if it was all her.

Glancing at his lips, she wanted him to kiss her, but it was so wrong. Liam wasn’t here. She didn’t know the boundaries her husband wanted, but not only that, did Liam want to kiss Easton as well?

She’d seen the attraction for Liam, and she understood it. Easton had been her greatest pleasure and at one time, her biggest mistake. He’d made her afraid to trust for so long, but now, she wanted it all. She wanted to be with him, have this second chance, even if it did mean breaking her heart in the process. She’d do it.

Easton pressed her up against the counter, and she didn’t complain. Staring up into his eyes, she waited.

He leaned in close, and as his lips were near to hers, she pulled back.

“We can’t.”

“Why not?”


“He said we could share you. Junior’s not around, and we’re alone.”

“Not quite alone, but I’ve got no problem with the two of you kissing,” Liam said, drawing both of their attention.

Easton didn’t let her go but looked behind him.

She stared at her husband and waited for him to speak. She saw he liked coming home to Easton touching her.

The fire in his eyes a clear indication of just how much he liked coming home to the two of them.

“Where’s Junior?”

“In his room getting ready for dinner.”

“We know that means he won’t come down unless we shout for him,” Liam said. “Easton, kiss her.”

Easton turned toward her, and she gave him her full attention.

He tilted her head back, and he wasn’t in any rush. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and pressed forward. She sucked on it, watching him gasp as she did.

Suddenly, he slammed his lips down on hers.

His kiss was hard, brutal, and so damn needy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as he nipped at her lips, and she opened them. He plundered his tongue into her mouth, and she met him, deepening the kiss, very much aware of Liam, who had moved closer.

He didn’t touch her though. He touched Easton, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“She loves it when you grip her hair and give it a little tug. She doesn’t want pain but to know who she belongs to, and we both know, she belongs to us, and will always do so.”

Easton sank his fingers into her hair, gripping the locks and giving them a tug, making her moan as he held her in place, kissing her still.

He broke from the kiss, and those lips trailed a path across her cheek to her neck, sucking on her pulse. She couldn’t think as he bit down. Not too hard, but enough to make her ache in all the right places.