Speak To Me: The Easton Brothers

Chapter 12

(Grant)

I glanced over towards the passenger seat, feeling more annoyed than I should as Stephanie kept her head turned towards the window, ignoring me completely.

I don't know why this girl gets under my skin so much. It's like the more time I spend with her, the more of an asshole I become. I just don't understand why she has to be invited to every damn thing we do now!

She was just supposed to monitor Sammy and bring him back to a healthy weight and then leave us the hell alone once that was accomplished. I mean, I figured I would see her now and then since Gabriella has become friends with her. But this mucn?! It's like every other f*****g day at this point.

The thick silence in the car was enough to make me shift uncomfortably in my seat. I guess I should say something to the girl. I feel awkward as hell right now.

"Do you usually work on Christmas?" That's the best I could f*****g come up with. Pathetic, I know.

I watched as Stephanie seemed to stiffen. The way her hands gripped the fabric of her dress made my adam's apple bob as I tried to focus my attention back to the road.

It doesn't help that she is f*****g gorgeous.

"Don't you think that question is a little too personal, Mr. Easton? We should keep our conversations strictly professional."

I swear I almost swerved the damn car right off the road. Was she giving me attitude right now?!

Surprisingly, the thing that bugged me the most about what she said was how she called me Mr. Easton again.

"Call me Grant. There is no need for the formalities." I gritted through my teeth, that annoyance bubbling over as I was about to speak again when Stephanie beat me to it.

"I don't feel comfortable calling you that. It's not like we know one another on a personal level, after all." She retorted, causing me to blink my eyes rapidly as she turned to face the window again.

"You can just drop me off here. I will walk the rest of the way."

I glanced outside, noticing we were a few blocks from where she lived as I scoffed.

"I'm not dropping you off on the side of the f*****g road Stephanie. I'm sure you can manage suffering through the next few minutes perfectly fine. Since being in my presence seems to be that unbearable for you, I will drive faster." I grumbled, hitting the gas and feeling completely offended that she would rather walk ten minutes in the freezing cold than spend two more seconds in here with me.

"Are you serious right now?!" She suddenly snapped, surprising me by the abrupt change in her voice as I slowed down for a red light and peered over at her.

Wow, was she really that pissed off right now?

"Well, you clearly seem to have some type of problem with me." I stated, making her eyes widen.

"Me?! I have a problem with you? Wow, this man is delusional." She mumbled to herself before narrowing her eyes at me. "You have been nothing but hostile with me since the moment you saw me at the house! I have tried to be nice to you, Mr. Easton, multiple times, and all I get is... well, this." She snapped, motioning towards me as I realized I was now glaring back at her.

"Grant. I said to call me Grant, Stephanie." That was all I could focus on. The fact that she still refused to say my name, even in this fit of anger, she was throwing towards me.

"No." She huffed, crossing her arms in front of her like some insolent child as I couldn't help but snap my gaze to her chest. Watching as the swells of her breast rose and fell with each ragged breath she took.

That's when something inside of me snapped. This feeling that I have been trying to bury deep down broke free as I quickly jerked the car, taking a sharp right turn.

"W-where are we going?" Stephanie stumbled out, glancing outside as I took another right turn, heading straight for a parking garage.

"Mr. Easton-"

"Wrong, try again." I interrupted, making her jaw drop as she scoffed.

"You can't be serious." She laughed dryly, prompting me to grip the steering wheel tighter before screeching through an empty parking lot and stopping abruptly.

"Oh sweetheart, I am very f*****g serious." I stated darkly, making Stephanie freeze as I watched her hand go to reach for the handle.

"Then I can just walk from here." She began, going to open the door as I quickly unbuckled my seat belt before diving across the center console and capturing her wrists.

"No, you won't be doing that either." I rushed, my face now mere inches from her as my body leaned across the seat.

Fucking hell she smelled good.

I couldn't stop myself. This side to me that I tried to keep hidden came tumbling out as that dominant part of my brain began to take over.

This is how I was before dad died. The ruthless Mafia son who didn't take s**t from nobody. But this time, it was different.

I didn't want to control Stephanie, no, I wanted to f*****g conquer her. I wanted Stephenie Stephens to melt beneath me and give me exactly what I craved. My name spilling from those luscious lips.

"Just be a good girl, and say my name. Then I can take you home. It's as simple as that." I stated darkly, watching as those big eyes peered up at me. The way her lips parted slightly had my c**k straining against my pants, making my breath deepen as I found myself leaning in closer.

"And what if I don't? What will you do to me then?" She breathed. The way her sweet voice tickled ears caused my grip to tighten even more as I felt this undeniable attraction begin to suffocate me.

"Then I will have to punish you." I teased, glancing down to her breasts once more as I imagined the head of my c**k peeking through them. God she is turning me into a damn pervert, I swear.

"Mr. Easton, don't you think you are taking this a little too far?" She suddenly asked, making my gaze drift back up to hers as I couldn't help but smirk.

"Doc, I don't think you realize just how far I'm willing to take this. Shall we find out?" I whispered, inching closer to her lips. I noticed how she didn't back away, making me realize she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

I grazed my lips across hers, watching as she wriggled beneath me.

"Just say it." I mumbled, keeping her locked in place so I was in control. f**k I wanted to kiss her so badly right now, but the stubborn side to me wanted to win. I wanted her to give in and give me exactly what I wanted.

"One small little word." I added, feathering my lips down to her jaw now as I couldn't help myself and let my tongue slip out, tasting her sweet flesh.

"Mr. Easton." She gasped, making me click my tongue before moving to her throat next.

"Wrong again. I will give you one more chance, Stephanie." I stated darkly, kissing the side of her throat as I felt her hips rise before pressing against my waist.

"Hmm, maybe there's something else you want then." I said slyly, pulling back before letting one of her wrists go. I wasn't sure if she would try to run, but once I watched her hand grip the side of the door, I knew she wouldn't.

She is being such a good girl for me.

I reached up, cupping her chin with my hand before titling her head back and peering down at her.

"Why the f**k do you affect me this much?" I mumbled, not meaning to say it out loud as I freed her other wrist.

"Shall we see if you're just as affected as I am?" I asked, slipping my hand to her thigh before bunching up her dress, exposing her gorgeous brown flesh.

Stephanie just swallowed hard, her body sinking further back into the chair as she glanced down, watching my hand eagerly.

"I bet if I put my hand right here, I will get my answer." I mumbled, dragging my palm up before slipping beneath the fabric of her green dress.

That's when Stephanie let out a soft whimper, the sound shot straight to my c**k before making that hunger rage inside of me.

I inched my hand higher, feeling the heat of her p***y at the tip of my fingers. My skin just barely grazed her soaked panties when the most beautiful sound came tumbling from those gorgeous lips.

"Grant." Stephanie moaned.

Hearing my name was like a bucket of ice water being dumped down my back as my hand froze. My fingertips hovering above her p***y, making my body stiffen as I did the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my damn life.

I pulled away.

It's time to come back to reality.

"There, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" I stated, sliding back into my seat before starting the car back up and putting it into drive.

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence as Stephanie just sat there, not saying a word.

At least, not until we got to her apartment.

Okay, I felt kind of like a d**k now. I didn't mean to take it that far exactly. But it's so damn hard to control myself around her. That's why I try to shutnher out, because if I give one inch, this type of s**t is going to keep happening.

"Hey-"

"Save it. You really are the biggest asshole I have ever met, Grant Easton." She snapped, shoving the car door open before slamming it once again as I watched her stomp towards her apartment doors.

The way she said my name again had me smiling like a damn fool as her words probably had the opposite effect that she thought they would.

Fuck me. Stephanie Stephens. I don't think you realize what you just did to me.

I lifted my fingers that were lucky enough to touch her, bringing them to my nose before inhaling as the sweet scent of her p***y filled my lungs.

Why the f**k did I stop?

I really am an asshole.