“Yeah, a little,” I say, blushing as I give him a shy smile. “You know I’ve only been with Dexter.”
“And from what I know about good old Booth, I doubt he was gentle or kind with you, even knowing it was your first time,” he sighs. “Some men just have no respect for women.”
“I’m glad you’re not one of them,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t know how I’d be able to handle someone else like Dexter freaking Booth.”
He smiles before pouring us a refill of the champagne. Once again, I down mine in one go, feeling woozy from the bubbles going straight to my head. A feeling of trepidation has settled in my stomach now, reminding me that what I’m about to do is wrong on so many levels.
My father will obviously be pissed that I ran off on my own birthday party, and I don’t even to imagine Dexter’s wrath. But I don’t care anymore. Not now that I have Easton. Besides, he promised to protect me from the men in my life who want to use me. And even if I lose my Firstborn privileges, so what? I can still live normally in Eden Falls. So many other people do.
“Why don’t you come closer?” Easton suggests, patting the pillow next to him.
I manage a smile, setting down my glass on the nightstand before scooting closer to him. I lean my head against his shoulder, looking up at him.
“Are we going to sleep together?” I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Do you want to?”
I take a moment to think about it. It’s fucking nice that he’s asked – Dexter never would have.
God, why do I keep thinking about him? It’s like he’s permanently lodged inside my mind and whatever the hell I do, he’s fucking refusing to leave. Every time I look at Easton, Dex’s face looms before me, reminding me of the betrayal I’m about to commit. He’ll never forgive me for what I’m about to say… but do I even care about that?
“Yes, I do,” I say resolutely.
This makes Easton smile, and he leans in closer, cupping my face with his palm as he goes in for a kiss. My heart hammers in my chest as his gentle lips meet mine. He kisses me like a fiancé should – with all the sweetness of first love, and the slow-burning passion I feel for him myself.
We start to kiss, and I don’t want to pull back. Easton’s free hand goes to my hip, and he tugs on my dress. I take it as an invitation, climbing on top of his lap and deepening our kiss. He groans, hands roaming over my body now, testing to make sure I’m okay with this. I love how careful he is, but my traitorous body doesn’t.
Has Dexter Booth really fucked me up so much I’ve started to fucking crave the roughness he used to give me? I don’t want it to be the truth, but as the seconds pass, it becomes more and more clear I’m craving something else – something more.
I’m frustrated and angry because of my own body’s unwillingness to play along. And I’m determined to prove to Easton he turns me on just as much as Dexter did, if for nothing else, just to prove it to myself.
“Unzip my dress,” I say, barely recognizing my own husky voice. “Please, Easton, get it off me.”
“Are you sure?” he asks softly, and I’m eager to nod.
I notice his hands trembling lightly as he reaches behind me, tugging down the zipper of my dress and revealing inch after inch of my pale skin. I help him out, getting up and allowing the dress to pool at my feet. Now I’m in nothing but my lingerie and heels. I make a move to take them off, but Easton interrupts me with his hand on my wrist.
“Leave them on,” he growls.
“Alright,” I smile at him, climbing back on the bed.
He gets on top of me, fumbling with his own clothes and revealing a body made of stone beneath. I wasn’t mistaken when I compared him to a statue of a Greek God – he looks like he’s been carved out of marble, and I can’t get enough of it. I allow my fingers to wander over the broad expanse of his chest, tugging at his slacks until he finally peels them off. His cock is big, uncut, standing proud amid a forest of light brown hair.
My heart wants to be here, but my mind is somewhere else, stuck on Dexter Booth, who’s probably noticed I’m gone by now and is trying to find me so he can punish me for what I’m about to do.
I close my eyes, unwilling to let Dexter steal such a special moment from me. But the short time I have my eyes pressed together is enough for Easton to put his cock inside me.
I gasp, eyes flying open as I find him on top of me, grinning at me widely.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “I just couldn’t stop myself…”
I look down to find he’s pushed my panties to the side, and his cock is now buried in my pussy to the hilt. My heart. My head. My fucking mind is going crazy, swimming with thoughts of the betrayal I’ve just committed.
A single tear slips down my cheek. I promised myself I’d never cried for Dexter Booth, but I guess it doesn’t count if he doesn’t find out.
Easton makes love gently, giving me all the attention in the world. Yet I’m lost in my own mind, wishing I were anywhere but here with him. And somehow, it feels worse than Dexter just taking what he wanted from me. I’d rather be with him, I realize with a start. I’d rather be with Dexter, even with his rough touch and the cruel way he fucks me.
Easton doesn’t seem to notice I’m getting upset, and he takes his time with me, pinning my arms at the wrists above my head and driving himself deep inside me time and time again until I’m a gasping, shaky mess. He comes while looking deeply into my eyes, then falls into bed beside me with a heavy sigh.