Unfolding Kiara: Second Chance Best Friends to Lovers Romance (The Unfolding Duet Book 2)

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by Mahi Mistry


  “Does this feel sick to you?” I asked, biting my lip.

  Ethan’s eyes flared with lust. The blue was like a storming sea and the green was of the dark forest as his pupils dilated. A small yelp escaped my lips when he turned me around, holding my throat and my waist.

  He growled, his warm breath on my ear, “Look in the mirror.”

  I did and bit my cheek when I saw our reflection. My legs were splayed over his as he spread them wider, his hand lingering on my inner thigh, so close to my wet cavern as I moaned, gripping his muscular thighs.

  “Look how wet you are,” I gasped when he grabbed my hair and made me look. “I am going to fuck you exactly like this,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched at his words.

  Feeling him shift underneath me made me tense as his hand on my throat loosened. His thumb gently circled over my skin and made me quiver with want. When I looked at him in the mirror, I bit my lip at his glazed expression of desire, passion, and intensity as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

  “Feel how hard you make me, Kiara,” he muttered, licking my neck. I sighed, our musky scent hovering in the air. His voice dropped to a smoky whisper, making my toes curl when he added, “You make me so hard it hurts, Bella. I can’t even think straight when it comes to you.”

  “Please,” my voice a small whimper as I saw in my reflection how dizzy I was with lust, my face flushed. “Ethan, I need you right now.”

  Ethan raised his head and held my waist, lifting me and lowering me on him. “Watch me take you, Bella. Look in the mirror and see how beautiful we look together . . . as one.”

  As I saw myself enveloping him in one slow thrust, my walls aching and pulsing at his girth, I lost all the control I had. We both groaned at the feeling and the sight. It was beautiful and erotic. Especially Ethan. He was naked and holding me, a small scrunch in his dark eyebrows and a slight blush on his cheeks when he was inside me. His pupils dilated as he watched us. His clenched jaw made him look much sharper when he licked his full lips.

  My God. He is art.

  “Wait,” I breathed out before he could raise me and thrust inside me. “Let me have a look.”

  “Look?”

  “I want to remember this so I can paint us.”

  He chuckled, and a small rumble of vibration rolled down my spine to my core. I clenched him, biting my lip. As much as I liked how joined we were, my main focus was Ethan and how he looked in that moment. I wanted to run my hand through his dark locks and draw them. His eyes were two diamonds of galaxies that I could never forget and never wished to. They were different, unique, and made my heart and pussy pulse faster. Especially when he looked at me like that. As if I was worth looking at. As if I was everything he had wished for.

  It made me cry, and I blinked when my eyes became blurry. Ethan noticed the tear and wiped it, making me look at him. His lips were soft when they brushed against mine. He kissed me, his tongue licking my bottom lip, and I opened up for him, moving back and forth. His growl was the fuel to my lust as I pulled away only to move up and sink on him.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ethan groaned, my eyes on his face when I rode him. “You look like heaven, Bella.”

  His words and his intense gaze did nothing but turn me on. Our groans echoed in the room, the scent of our arousal and sex hovering over us in a heavy blanket. Ethan’s hands were on my breasts, rolling my nipples and flicking the clitoris as I rode myself on him. He took the lead when my head fell back on his shoulder, my eyes closing and my mouth panting and heaving with breathy moans each time he slammed inside me from behind.

  His hold tightened on my waist when our breathing increased. I was about to say something to him when I felt an itch on my nose and I sneezed.

  Loudly.

  We both paused for completely different reasons. My eyes widened with embarrassment, but then I felt the warm sensation under me, and I looked in the mirror. Ethan’s face was clenched and surprised as he came, holding me close.

  “Did you . . . did you just orgasm?”

  His face reddened. “Sorry, your sneeze took me off guard . . .” Ethan lowered his hand on my clit, and I jumped when I felt my abdomen clenching. “You clenched me too hard when you sneezed.”

  I raised my eyebrows at him when he lazily rubbed me. “I didn’t know that. How about now?” I fake coughed, and he froze, groaning when I stopped and he glared at me.

  “Don’t do that, Bella,” his eyes lowered to my pussy, rubbing the swollen nub faster. I came when white-fiery lust burned in my lids, moaning his name and trembling in his arms.

  When I tried to avert my eyes from the mirror, he made me look at the mirror as he held my hair and whispered, “No, watch yourself cum, Kiara. See how fucking beautiful you look right now.”

  My hands tightened on his hands and I was so in a haze that I didn’t realize I was scratching my nails on his forearms. Gulping some air, I looked down on his arms and noticed the redness of what my nails had done against his tan skin and whispered, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

  That looked like it hurt.

  Ethan kissed my neck and rubbed my stomach and breasts in a way that I was ready for round two. “Don’t be. I will wear your marks proudly,” he smirked and licked the hickey on my neck.

  I blushed and hugged him, turning around when he pulled himself out of me. “Thank you,” I whispered in the crook of his neck and relished in his scent, woodsy and spicy.

  He rubbed my back and kissed my hair, pulling me closer, “Why are you thanking me, Bella?”

  I grinned. “For taking care of me when I am sick.”

  His eyes sparkled, and he looked fucking beautiful in post-coital bliss as he lowered me down on the bed, snuggling beside me. “Of course, I would, Kiara. I am your personal doctor bitch.”

  A snort escaped my lips as I chuckled, hiding my face in his chest, and trailed my hand over his abs. “Yes, you are my personal bitch.”

  Ethan grinned, kissing me on the lips. “Now, as your personal doctor bitch, I would recommend you go to sleep. Right now. You need to rest.”

  I smiled, kissing him right above his heart. “Okay, mother hen.”

  Ethan had to wake me up early as he had a match along with Liam. I had asked to go with him and he had agreed, warning me that there would be reporters and paparazzi outside the main pool. Nonetheless, I was there to cheer him on when he won the breaststroke match against his opponents, scoring first. He had improved since the school days. There were a lot of fans wanting to take a picture with him when he changed into a black shirt and pants, his hair damp from the shower.

  “Do you like kimchi?” He asked, serving me some more with his chopsticks.

  I nodded, flashing him a small smile.

  We were at one of his favorite restaurants, sitting on the upper level for lunch with his teammates and their girlfriends or wives. One of them was already pregnant and Ethan had squeezed my hand while introducing me to her. I ate my food, watching how happy all of them were, joking and drinking saké. Soda for me.

  “Ethan, is that you?”

  I peered up to see a stunning dark-skinned woman, her curvaceous body wrapped in a silky blue dress that hugged her wide hips, ending on her knees. I swallowed the lump in my throat when she smiled at him, her skin glowing, her sharp features contrasting against her warm smile. She was gorgeous.

  Ethan stood up, his chair creaking. “Aretta, it’s been a while,” he said with a small smile and to my surprise embraced her in a hug.

  I looked away, sipping some water, knowing that my appetite had vanished. I clenched my hands in a fist on my lap, not liking this feeling of being jealous of someone. He just hugged her. Of course, it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like I had the right to be jealous, anyway.

  “How have you been?” Liam asked cheerfully.

  Oh great. Even he knew her.

  “This is Kiara, my girlfriend,” Ethan introduced me to her, his hand squeezing my shoulder as warm flutters ignited in my belly.
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br />   We had decided that it was better to let our friends and family know that we are boyfriend and girlfriend rather than drop the bomb that I was pregnant. So, I was used to it by now, but he had never said it out loud, so it felt new to me. Me, Kiara Sharma, the girlfriend of Ethan Kane.

  “Hello,” I greeted her with a smile, unsure how to react as I had never been this jealous of someone.

  Aretta was looking at Ethan, a small frown etched between her brows, while Ethan gazed down at me with a warm smile.

  “Girlfriend?” she asked in disbelief, her date checking the time on his watch, his hand planted firmly on her hip, trying to intimidate Ethan who had an inch over him.

  Ethan gave her a look that made her eyes avert to me. “Yes. Kiara has been my best friend ever since I remember. We are dating,” he said with a firm voice.

  I held his hand on my shoulder when she raked her dark brown eyes over me, clearly judging me. I was wearing high-waisted jeans and a white flimsy blouse with a sweetheart neckline and lace details, but she made me look like I was no way equal to the man standing beside me.

  “It’s nice meeting you, Aretta,” I said sincerely, wanting to know her better if she was his friend.

  She looked at our hands and smiled at me. “You too, Kiara.” Turning to Ethan, she said, “It was nice seeing you here, Ethan. And Liam. I will be leaving. Take care of yourself.”

  Aretta left, holding her clutch tightly. Ethan sat beside me, and the conversations started as before with little tension hovering between me and Ethan. I tried to pretend that seeing Aretta didn’t affect me, but Ethan knew it had. He kept our talk to minimal until we were alone in his car as he drove.

  “You can ask me about her, Kiara,” he said when the silence between us grew.

  Pursing my lips, I turned to him, watching the night lights dance across his handsome face. “I don’t know what to ask. Is she your ex-girlfriend? She looked torn when you mentioned I am your girlfriend.”

  His knuckles turned white when his grip on the wheel tightened. “No, not my ex-girlfriend. I used to sleep with her.”

  “Oh.”

  Warmth surged in my body when Ethan entwined our hands on my lap. “I ended it before the gala because she had feelings for me. I couldn’t give her what she wanted.”

  “But she’s beautiful.”

  He smiled, “She is, but not more than you.”

  Heat flooded my cheeks, making me look away from his different colored eyes.

  “Aretta enjoyed being controlled in the bed and as you already know my kinks, we both agreed to sleep with each other. But it was a mutual decision when we ended things, because she knew she would get hurt if she kept wanting more from me.”

  Ethan explained, his thumb making patterns on my knuckles. I lifted our adjoined hands and pressed a soft kiss on his knuckles. “You didn’t have to tell me anything, E, I trust you.”

  “I know, but if you are going to have my baby, I wanted to make sure nothing makes you doubt me regarding my past.”

  “I don’t doubt you, Ethan.” I cleared my throat and said, “But can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course, Bella.”

  “The things you did . . . I mean, with Aretta were the same—”

  “No. I know what you’re trying to ask, but no, Kiara.” He squeezed my hand, “She liked more pain while I liked to delve in light bondage and BDSM. I find myself suited well with your needs and limits than I have ever been with anyone else. Can I ask why did you ask me that question?”

  “I wanted to know if I was enough to please you.”

  The car came to a screeching halt, and my breath hitched in my throat.

  Ethan’s hands held my face, his piercing eyes pinned on me. “You are more than enough, Bella. I am very lucky to have you and I wish I could show you just how much in the backseat, but we will have to wait till we get back home.”

  My eyes widened when he planted a firm kiss on my lips before leaning back and starting the car, driving us back home. His words echoed in my mind, my heart beating faster.

  More than enough, Bella. Very lucky to have you.

  I wished I had enough courage to confess the same, but decided I would rather show it through my body.

  It was, dare I say, funny to watch Kiara squirm the entire ride to my mothers’ house. She kept wriggling in the seat, biting her lips, sighing and clutching my hand. I had to bite my lip from chuckling when she glared at me, gripping my hand.

  I was sure that she wanted to bite my head off.

  I had woken her up with my tongue lapping over her wet cavern, groaning at her delicious feminine taste. But I wanted to tease her to the edge, so when she cried out that she would do anything to make her come, my mind went to the gutter. Today was Eveline’s birthday, and we were driving to my moms’ house. I had wrapped Kiara as my own personal gift.

  After showering, I had taken care of patting her body dry with a towel and applied lotion all over her body without making any sex jokes or innuendos. It was a turn on for both of us to let me touch her in such an intimate way. It also meant that she had gone halfway into her subspace, and it made my ego boost that her body and mind reacted in such a way just by my mere touch and how much she trusted me.

  I let her stand in front of the mirror, the same one we had sex in front of, and started wrapping a black-colored nylon rope around her petite body. With her arms raised and eyes closed, I had passed the rope under her aching breasts, making sure it was tight enough to make her aware of the rope on her skin and comfortable enough that she could move around easily.

  Kiara had squirmed when I twined the rope over her hips, thighs, and the sides of her slick folds, but she let me without using any safe words. It was a Hishi Karada rope dress, and she looked stunning in it. She had complained that it was too much for her and she would curse me in front of my mothers if I teased her too much.

  I had simply grinned at her and told her to ditch the bra. She wore a velvet wrap dress that hid the minor bumps and coils of the rope underneath. Every step she took made the rope tighten around her and I relished in the small sighs she made.

  My mothers were excited to see us when they opened the door, hugging and kissing us on the cheeks. Everything was decorated in baby pink, blue, green, and yellow. Keeping the gifts, I walked upstairs to find my little bean who was supposed to be combing her hair all by herself.

  “Hey, Evey,” I grinned, looking in the mirror and crouched down beside her.

  She hugged me, burying her face in my neck as I lifted her and rubbed her back. We talked for a while, sitting down on her twin-size bed. She was getting taller and reached my hips while her blonde hair was getting straighter and brushing her shoulders. Eveline asked me to braid her hair when Kiara knocked on the door and asked if she could join us.

  “I brought some cupcakes for the birthday girl,” she said excitedly and watched Eveline blush, her bubbly cheeks getting red when she saw Kiara grinning at her.

  I leaned back on my hands and watched my little sister talk with my girlfriend. They talked about hair, nails, and dresses. I loved how comfortable they both were around each other, and I almost didn’t hate the part when Eveline talked about her boy crush. Almost.

  “Did you just say boy?” I asked, straightening up. They both turned toward me and Kiara gave me a let-her-be-it’s-her-birthday look.

  But I ignored that look and being a good brother, I asked her who was her crush.

  “His name is Mark, and he shares his lunch with me,” she chirped and held my face in her small hands, “He even has blue eyes like you, Ethan!”

  “If he reminds you of me, then he should be considered your brother, sweetheart,” I explained, but Kiara took her away from me, spoiling my sister with cupcakes and talking about boys.

  Man, she grew up too fast.

  We had lunch with Eveline’s friends, including Mark, who I couldn’t stop glaring at until Kia pinched my butt. The cake was of Thor, her favorite superhero, and it was a f
un time hanging out with kids except for the amount of noise and screaming or the flirtatious smiles of cougars.

  The lunch went much better as I kept teasing Kiara when she served slices of pizzas to kids. She gave me the stinkiest glare she could muster and told me to piss off and help while I tried keeping my hands to myself. She looked hot when she was angry.

  It was dinnertime and Eveline’s nanny, Carol, had arrived with her twin daughters much to my dismay. Her daughters were seniors in college who sometimes babysat Eveline if both my moms had the same shift and I had to work. It was good because she was a great nanny and loved taking care of Eveline.

  The bad part was that I had slept with her in my second year of college when we both were home. I was so not proud of myself at that moment.

  “Why does Eve’s nanny and her daughters keep glaring at me?” Kiara asked, taking out the plates and turning to me. “Do I have something on my face?”

  Like a charmer, I pecked her cheek. “Why, yes, of course. It’s called being beautiful, Bella.” I leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me, her brows furrowing.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, crossing her arms.

  Uh oh.

  I sighed, running a hand over my face, “I may or may not have slept with her.”

  “What?”

  “And the twins,” I mumbled.

  Kiara didn’t say anything, so when I looked at her, she seemed speechless. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “Together?”

  “What?” I exclaimed, “Of course, not!” I remembered something, “Well, maybe one time with the twins, but . . . no, not really.”

  “Hai Bhagwan,” she said something in Gujarati and I only caught something like ‘my God.’

  I held her arm and raised her chin to make her look at me. “Does it matter that I have slept with so many women?”

  Kiara shook her head, “Of course not, E. That was your past and it was your choice. I don’t care if you wanted to wait until marriage or take part in orgies. You are an adult and you made choices that helped you cope.”

 

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