A Brother's Love

Shower

I was seated in a more formal living room of Easton's mansion. I preferred the sunroom but since he was interrogating me with his head of security by his side I think he didn't want me to feel comfortable. They were questioning me about the woman who wanted me to gift the red and white roses to Easton. She was the rival who wanted him dead or maybe not. I had a feeling it was the latter but Easton disagreed. He was pacing the living room, a very strict look on his face which made me cower back. His head of security took a seat across me. He was a middle-aged man who looked indifferent yet his tone was calm and reassuring. His chocolate brown hair short yet styled. His green eyes were soft yet alert.

“She didn’t say anything else, Miss Miller?” He asked me.

I shook my head, “She just strolled in, ordered the bouquet and then told me to give them to Easton. That’s the whole story.”

“That’s all?” Easton still didn’t believe me, “There must have been something.”

“That was all.” I raised my voice a little, getting tired of having to go through this over and over again. Nothing was going to change, “Now if you excuse me I’m going to take a shower and head to bed. I’m done with this.”

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Miller.” The head of the security got to his feet, “Thank you for your time.”

“You’re welcome.” I smiled at him, “At least some people around here have some manners.” I glared at Easton for good measure and walked past him to head to our now shared bedroom.

I was heading upstairs when I heard footsteps following after me. It was definitely the restless Easton. He was worried about me, I knew that. But I was tired and him repeating the same question over and over again really made me lose my patience. I entered the bedroom, leaving the door open for my annoyed boyfriend. I spun around when Easton closed the door, folding my arms across my chest.

“I’ve told you everything that happened.” I told him firmly, “Nothing about my story is going to change no matter how many times you ask of me to repeat it.”

He stepped to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. I relaxed under his gentle touch, a bit confused by the sudden change in behavior. He held my gaze while his hands rubbed up and down my arms to comfort me.

“You okay?” He asked.

"I'm fine," I whispered.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my hair, “I’m just worried.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on, “I know. But I promise you that nothing happened. She was there just to mock you I assume. Letting you know she knows about me and she can get close to me.”

“That’s what pisses me off.” He groaned, “I’m done playing games with her.”

I pulled away to look at him, “What are you going to do?” I asked.

He brushed his fingers through my hair, “You don’t need to know.” He wasn’t going to tell me, the look in his eyes told me not to question him, “I’m going to double up security around you. I don’t want her to approach you, ever.”

That conversation was over and done with. I knew Easton didn’t want to hear more of it so I changed the subject. I think we both needed a distraction.

“You want to join me?” I asked, trailing my eyes to his ensuite.

He followed my gaze, a subtle smirk tucking on his lips, “It sounds intriguing.”

“It sounds intriguing?” I asked, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my lips against his, “Let me show you just how intriguing things can get.”

He chuckled, kissing me back a few times. He let me grab his hand and lead him into his bathroom. Easton was occupying himself with getting the temperature right of the shower while I started to undress. The sound of my clothes falling down on the floor caused him to glance at me. The heated in his look didn’t go unnoticed by me. He was definitely into it now. When the temperature was to his liking he turned to me, closing the distance between us. He brushed my hair back and pressed his lips against my neck. The soft kiss making me shiver. He brushed his fingers over my side. He stepped back and viewed me with darkened eyes. He kicked his shoes off, his socks following immediately.

“Undress me.”

Biting my lip I reached for his jacket, unbuttoning it and trailing it slowly off his arms. Tossing it aside I reached for his shirt and unbuttoned it, revealing his skin to me. Leaning in I pressed a kiss to his chest, trailing my fingers down to his stomach and unbuttoned his pants. The sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed through the bathroom. I slipped my hand in his boxers, feeling him twitch in my hand. I wrapped my hand around him and moved from the base to the tip. Brushing my thumb over the slit I smiled when I heard his groan. He grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me away from him, making me whine. He was quick to discard his clothes and pushed me into the shower. I hit the cold grey tiled wall, the coldness seeping into my heated body. A gasp left my lips but the sound got swallowed by Easton who captured my lips for a kiss. He placed his hands on the wall, caging me in. Getting lost in the dominating kiss I let my fingers tangle into Easton’s wet hair, grabbing on when I felt his fingers brush against my c**t. He teased me, his fingers pushing into my folds and testing me. He pushed two fingers in and brushed his thumb over my sensitive c**t. I pulled away from the kiss, sounds of pleasure echoing through the bathroom. He was teasing me, building up that tight feeling in my stomach. Throwing my head back, my walls tightened around his fingers. I was so close when he pulled away.

"Easton," I whined.

He chuckled in response, “You’ll get there.” He promised me.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me up. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on for dear life. Easton covered my mouth with his and pushed into me, making me clench around him as my orgasm washed over me. My body was shaking in his arms, he pulled away from the forceful kiss, keeping still so I could calm down. Once I wasn’t a trembling mess in his arms he started moving again. Things definitely became quite intriguing in the shower. Easton couldn’t accuse me of being all talk.