“Yes, and we’re going someplace we can’t run into anyone. Last time I thought you were going to rip Brad’s head off.” He tried to make it humorous, but I seriously wanted to pop that fucker on the mouth. It really pissed me off that Easton was so used to people talking to him like Brad did. I could only imagine the type of shit he dealt with from his father for him to be practically unbothered by a prick like Brad talking down to him. I vowed right there and then that I would never be one more person in Easton’s life who didn’t let him know what he was worth.

Easton’s tongue clicking brought me back and his face was a mix of serious and horny. “You feeling some type of way, professor?”

He thrust his hips toward me and I could feel his hard cock brushing against me.

“You letting Tyren teach you words again?”

He laughed and pressed closer. “No. You just looked really serious. But I’m having trouble staying on task right now. It’s hard not to get hot and bothered when you make that face. I’m only human, how can I be expected to resist six feet four inches and two hundred plus pounds of—”

“Pissed-off Haitian?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

“I was going to say of gorgeous broody man.” He wrapped his arms around my neck and looked up. “I almost want to cancel this outing. It’s too cold today anyway.” His tone told me that he was a lot less concerned with the temperature outside and lot more with getting into my bed. He was also bundled up in jeans, snow boots and what looked like a few layers under his parka. I shook my head as I dislodged his arms from my neck. “Nuh uh, we said we were going to do stuff together,” I said as I went to grab my socks.

“Fine.” His pout was too fucking cute. “But I think not staying indoors while you’re so close to being fully naked is a really wasted opportunity.”

I dipped my head once, biting back the smile that seemed to be permanently ready to come out whenever Easton was around. Despite the tension that had been going on with the stops, things seemed to have calmed down. Easton had said his meeting with the sheriff hadn’t been terrible, but not great either. He didn’t elaborate other than to say he expected things to quiet down for now. I was still working with some groups organizing a “Know Your Rights” teach-in in town, and that was a priority. But I was trying to make a go of things with Easton and I could not put every shitty thing that happened in town on him to solve.

“Okay, what are you thinking about?”