Under His Spell (12 page)

He’s
going to make love to me tonight.
 
He’s going to take my virginity.

The realization was so intense, so
heart-poundingly awesome, and she didn’t know what it would mean for her or for
him or for them.

She just knew that it was happening and
she wanted it more than anything she’d ever wanted in her entire life.

I
would throw it all away for one night with him.

Easton came close and removed her blazer,
kissing her lips softly.
 
His hands
moved over the camisole, touching the skin of her neck, brushing lightly over
her breasts above the lacy material of her shirt, and then he grabbed the
bottom and helped pull it up and over her head.

Now she was in her shorts and her
bra.
 

He stared at her, taking her in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said,
his voice hoarse and low with lust.
 
He slowly, gently, unclasped her bra and let it fall to her feet.

Kennedy gasped, as he then unbuttoned her
shorts and they, too, fell to the floor.
 
Now she was in nothing but her panties, and she was as wet as she’d ever
been, and her center was opening like a flower for him.

“I need you so much,” she told him,
knowing it was the deepest truth she could tell him in that moment.

“Come,” he said again, and then he led
her to the king-sized bed and she laid on it.
 
Easton helped Kennedy slip her panties
off, and now she was lying completely nude before him, totally bare and exposed.

He watched her for a long while, and she
luxuriated in his gaze.

Alone with him, and it was night, and
private, and they had all the time in the world.
 
She wouldn’t have been surprised if everything
outside the room had completely disappeared and it was just the two of them
spinning through space, in this little room, completely alone with each other.

Lying on her back, looking up at him, her
entire body felt sexy and warm and wet.
 
She watched as Easton began undressing, taking off his shirt and then
stepping out of his pants and boxers, until finally he stood naked before her.

He was beautiful in every way, his body
well-muscled, his stomach flat and ripped into clearly defined sections, his
chest broad and strong, his legs like two tree trunks, powerful.
 
His cock was huge, and it was growing
before her eyes.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak.

And then he lowered himself upon her,
kissing her lips tenderly.
 
He
kissed her for an indeterminate amount of time—it might have been a
minute or a year.
 
She lost track of
everything, then, because her body had a life of its own and her mind had
mercifully shut off, allowing Kennedy to just experience pure feeling for the
first time in her entire life.

As Easton kissed her and touched her over
her entire body, trailing down her neck and shoulders, sucking her breasts
until she cried out from the pleasure of it, and then he moved on to her
stomach, and finally down between her legs, but just for a moment.

The intensity between her legs was almost
too much, and sensing it, he continued kissing her thighs and all the way down
to her feet.
 

Her hands clutched the bedspread.
 
Her pussy was wet and pouring juice for
him.
 
“I need you inside me,” she
told him.
 
“Please, Easton.
 
Please.”

He took a deep breath and climbed on top
of her again.
 
His hardness was
pressing directly against her folds, pushing them aside already, making himself
known to her deepest part.

Kennedy grabbed onto his strong back and
held him as if for dear life.

She pressed her lips to his ear.
 
“Take me, I’m yours.”

He caressed her hair and looked into her
eyes as if to make sure this was what she really wanted.

Slowly, still looking into her eyes, he
began pressing the head of his cock into her center place, and she opened for
him, even though he was so huge she could hardly believe herself capable of
accommodating him.

There was a burst of pain, but the
sharpness didn’t last long, and then some discomfort, which was coupled with a
beautiful kind of relief, and so didn’t feel quite as daunting.

She held her breath, waiting for the pain
to grow or recede.

Eventually, the pain subsided completely
and then the pleasure came back stronger than ever.

Kennedy couldn’t understand how he could
feel so good, so right, so perfect going into her, like a puzzle piece clicking
into place.
 
It nearly made her cry
tears of joy.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered, and she
could tell from the sound of his voice that he meant it.

He slid deeply into her, so deep that she
felt him touching everything inside, filling her completely and she clutched
him, her legs wrapping around him as if to cinch him into her, locking him
inside.

They stared into one another’s eyes and
stayed that way for a long time.

Surprisingly, there was almost no pain
after that initial burst—just a little bit now and again, that was sweet
in its own way.
 
Mostly, there was a
pure pleasure that was sending waves of excitement through her entire body.

“Oh God,” she moaned, and no truer words
had she ever said.

He moaned too, telling her how amazing
she felt.
 
He slid his hard shaft in
and out of her, at first very slowly, carefully, not seeming to want to hurt
her.

But then she began moving her hips in
time with his, and Easton began speeding up his movements, sensing that Kennedy
was ready for more.

Before long, the two of them were in
complete sync together, their hips pushing and pulling against one another in
perfect rhythm, their stomachs slapping, the place where they were joined
together wet and lubricated, like a machine built for orgasm.

And Kennedy did indeed feel the building
sensation of an orgasm to beat all other orgasms, and she bit her lip, moaning,
almost afraid of it.

When it finally hit, the sensation did
take her by surprise, and she cried out, and then her entire body arched and
locked up.

“Holy shit,” Easton said, surprised
too.
 
“You just got so fucking tight
and wet on me.”

“I’m coming,” she cried out.

He slid in and out of her faster.
 
“I’m coming too,” he told her, and then
they locked together, even tighter, and she felt him releasing himself into
her, and she was accepting him, opening even wider than ever before.

When it was over, they stayed like that,
holding each other, laughing, sweating.

And then he finally disengaged, and
Kennedy felt a disappointing space open up in her again as he rolled off and
lay next to her, stroking her shoulder and arm, studying her as she lay
motionless on her back.

“Wow,” was all she could say.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Better than all right.”

“I didn’t plan this, Kennedy.”

“I know.”
 
She turned her head and smiled at
him.
 
“But I’m glad it happened.”

He looked a little doubtful. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m very sure.
 
It was…amazing.”

“It was,” he agreed.
 
“And I’m surprised but glad that it was
like this for us.”

“Why are you surprised?”

Easton sighed and suddenly sat up,
looking straight ahead.
 
“This just
isn’t how I imagined things going between you and I.”

She got a strange fright at the way he’d
said it.
 
“What do you mean?
 
Is this not what you wanted?”

He glanced down at her, grinning.
 
“Relax, I don’t mean it in a bad
way.
 
I’m very happy that it went
this way.
 
But it wasn’t expected,
that’s all.
 
I’m not usually…I don’t
know.
 
I’ve never been able to have
this kind of relationship.”

“What kind?”

“Something normal.”

She laughed at that.
 
“Easton,” she said, “I hate to break it
to you but this was anything but normal.”

And then he laughed too, and he threw
himself on top of her and began kissing her and she could feel him growing hard
again.

“Oh my goodness,” she said, through their
kisses.

“Damn straight,” he replied, and then he
was moving into her again and she could hardly believe it.

But soon enough, he was convincing her
all over again.

***

Later, lying in his arms was when the
guilt started.

She wanted to tell him everything,
especially about how she’d found out about his brother and the kind of trouble
he was in.

But what kind of trouble was he in?

She still didn’t know.
 
She couldn’t really tell Easton what
she’d seen at the bar, and if she couldn’t explain it then the whole thing
would just seem crazy and pointless.

The idea of throwing it all away now
seemed terrifying to her.
 
She was
falling in love with Easton, she knew that for a fact.
 
Maybe she’d always known it, since the
moment they’d met.

But what she hadn’t conceived of was the
idea that perhaps he was falling in love with her too.

She had something to lose now, something
more important than all of her degrees and accomplishments and awards.
 
She’d happily toss all of those away,
but never would she toss away this new life, this new possibility.

She didn’t want to hide things anymore,
though.

Easton stirred.
 
“I think I’m going to hop in the
shower,” he said softly.

“Okay,” she said.

He kissed her cheek.
 
“Be back in a little bit.
 
You just stay beautiful.”
 
And then he was rising off the bed,
still stark naked and sexy as hell.
 
As he crossed the room, she noticed his laptop was up and running on the
desk.
 

A moment later he was in the bathroom.

Kennedy sat bolt upright, an idea hitting
her like a flash of lightning.
 
Maybe there was a way to figure out what was going on at the bar and who
that frightening man really was.

She hopped out of bed, knowing she needed
to act very quickly, while he was still in the shower.
 
Kennedy got her cell phone and quickly
emailed herself the last and best picture she’d taken of the bald man, then
went to Easton’s laptop.

Tapping the space bar, the computer came
alive, and she was grateful to see that he didn’t currently have password
protection turned on.
 

Quickly.
 
Quickly
.

She got on her email and downloaded the
picture to the desktop, then opened up a new Internet window and went to Google
Images.
 

If this worked, she might really have
something she could tell Easton that would make him understand why she’d
followed her intuition and spied on his brother, instead of just sounding like
a complete lunatic who was doing insane things for no reason.

Here
goes nothing
, she
thought, dragging and dropping the picture of the bald man into the search
engine and then waiting to see what came up

For an instant, she thought that it would
come up with nothing—or at least, nothing usable or sensible.

But a moment later, her heart leapt into
her throat.

Oh
my God.

She wished she could take it all
back.
 
She wished she’d never stuck
her nose in where it didn’t belong.
 
Because this was beyond what she had expected, and much much worse than
what she’d feared.

Under the heading Visually Similar Images,
she found a whole host of matches to the picture she’d uploaded, and they all
belonged to the same person.

Clicking on a particular image led her to
an article with this headline:

Real
Life Tony Soprano: Jimmy “The Muscle” DeLuca Fresh Out Of Prison

Next to the article was a picture that
could almost have been snapped from her cell phone, it was so close to the one
she’d taken.
 
The face belonged to
the same man—there was no question about it.