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

by Mahi Mistry

  She tipped on her toes and gave me a brief kiss on my lips. A wild and sexy look clouded her brown eyes as she whispered, “Because at the end of the night you are warming my bed and body.”

  My eyes widened when she squeezed my butt before letting go. Winking at me, she left the kitchen and took the plates with her to the dining room. I looked down and realized I was getting turned on by Kiara’s words as I readjusted myself.

  Holy shit, that was hot.

  There were eight chairs placed around the dining table, three on either side and two at the center. My mothers sat across each other while Carol and her daughters sat across from me. Kiara was on my left and Eveline was on my right. The sexual tension around the table was increasing tremendously until my mom started talking about me and Kiara.

  Eveline asked small questions about us throughout the meal, wondering how gorgeous our babies would look together. I had to pat Kiara’s shoulder when she coughed on water, her face red while I tried to concentrate on the piece of broccoli. But now I was wondering about it too.

  Would they have my different colored eyes or chocolaty brown like Kiara’s? Would they have dimples? Would they have dark onyx hair like mine or wavy brown like Kia’s?

  I was chewing my food when I felt something weird on my ankles. Swallowing the food content, I realized it was Carol giving me a flirtatious smile and trailing her toe over my leg. A second later, Kiara’s hand landed on my thigh, laughing about the time when I went to India with her together and giving a stink eye to Carol in a flicker of a moment.

  Biting off my smirk, I ate my food, watching my woman take the lead as she teased me, massaging my thigh and trailing her hand up. I held my breath when she wrapped her hand around my crotch, giving me a slow squeeze. I twitched underneath the ministrations of her palm.

  I grinned at what my mother said and leaned over to whisper in Kiara’s ear, “I am going to spank your ass red when we get alone, Bella. Unless you stop teasing me this instant.”

  Her eyes twinkled when she gave me a hard squeeze underneath the table and replied, “Make me, Ethan.”

  Holding her hand, which was stroking me, I squeezed it and could not wait to get her alone after dinner. She was asking for it, and her wish was my command.

  They further talked about Kiara’s book, and my mothers were surprised when they received a signed hardcover from her. Not to mention, she had brought more books for each of them and children’s books for Evey.

  Smiling at my parents, I finished my dinner, helping them put the dishes in the dishwasher. I let them chat with Carol and the daughters while I held Kiara’s arm and took her upstairs to Evey’s room as mine was filled with birthday presents and decorations.

  “Not your sister’s room, Ethan,” she whispered when I locked the door behind me, her eyes widening.

  I gave it a thought. “We won’t fit in a bathroom and it will be too risky.”

  I nodded toward the bed, removing my belt and unzipping my pants, “Face down, ass up.”

  “Say please.”

  I stared at her, raising my brow.

  She sighed. “I was joking, E.”

  Kiara propped herself on her elbows on the small bed and bent down. “How’s the view?”

  “Fucking marvelous,” I whispered, standing behind her. I admired her submission and how much she trusted me to take care of her.

  I untied the dress and raised it to her back so I could gaze at her perfect round ass pushing toward me. When I touched her lower back, her hips moved involuntarily asking for more. I found the remote of the small television and turned it on because I didn’t want my parents or sister to hear us going at it. Increasing the volume, I stepped back a little and held her hair.

  “Are you ready?” I asked, tugging them back, her back arching deliciously.

  She gasped, “Please, Ethan.”

  My hand stung as it came down on her ass, her entire body moving with a jerk, but I held her, striking her in alternate smacks, giving her little time to breathe. Her soft cries and the sound of my hand striking against her ass surrounded us. Each time my hand retreated, she pushed her hips back asking for more.

  Letting go of her hair, I squeezed and massaged her red burning skin with my palm. I leaned down and kissed her soft, sore skin, eliciting a moan from her.

  “Ethan!” she cried out, looking over her shoulder. “You did not just bite my ass.”

  I smirked and stood up to my full height, “Sure did, Bella.”

  Her tongue seeped out, wetting her pink lips when I pulled myself out of the confines of my pants, positioning myself over her heated core. My eyes flickered to her and waited for her permission. She looked down, pushing herself back slowly, taking the red bulbous head inside her as we both groaned in unison.

  Holding her waist, I sunk myself inside her in one slow thrust, clenching my jaw. Her walls clamped around me in such a way I thought I would come inside her without even trying. Taking a deep breath, I reared back and slammed inside her.

  “Oh, shit.” Kiara gasped, “Harder, Ethan.”

  My eyes flared with lust, and I gave her what she craved. Driving myself in and out of her, each time bumping against the rough scrap of her g-spot as her hips moved back toward me. I leaned over her, holding the ropes and knots of the Hishi Karada dress. I fondled her breasts when my hips rolled and thrust inside her, eliciting foreign carnal sounds.

  My hand trailed down to roll her clitoris as she came, groaning my name and wringing the sheets in her fists. Pulling back, I increased my pace, elongating her orgasm, and spanking her ass as her cries of pleasure grew louder.

  “Come for me, Kiara,” I growled, our skin slapping against each other and her walls clenching me each time the smack reverberated through her skin to core.

  Kiara whimpered, “I-I can’t. I am too sensitive.” But her hips moved back each time I reared back.

  Squeezing her ass, I muttered, “Come on, Bella. Give me one more orgasm.”

  I moved slowly because I did not want to orgasm until she came. As my thrusts got deeper and slower, rocking her body against me, her moans increased. Even the small bed thumped against the wall with each thrust.

  “Ethan.”

  I swelled inside her and gave a small jerk to her body as she clenched me, her walls convulsing when she orgasmed. Coming inside her, I grunted and gave a few sloppy thrusts and held her waist when her legs trembled from the aftershocks.

  Licking my lips, I smacked her butt, sinking on my knees and laving my tongue over her soaked pussy. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she grumbled when I squeezed her ass and ate her out, driving another orgasm from her. Her scent intoxicated me when she came again, crying out my name and begging me to stop.

  Finally, accomplished with her dizzy about-to-pass-out state, I licked her dry and stood up. Gently holding her in my arms, I laid her down on the bed and tucked the strands away from her face as she gazed at me from her half-lidded eyes.

  “You look so fucking beautiful in post-coital bliss,” I murmured, pecking her lips, and squeezed her hand. “Makes me hard just looking at you.”

  Kiara chuckled, her voice husky. “You and your stamina. Do you ever stop talking dirty, Ethan?”

  My eyes roved over her half-covered body. I shook my head, “Not when it comes to you.” I noticed the small shivering in her body and asked if she wanted me to remove the Karada rope dress.

  “As much as I like it . . . not right now, I feel like I am going to faint,” she murmured and for a second, I got worried, so I removed it from her body. Where the rope was tight and looped in knots, her skin had small prints, and I felt bad that I couldn’t shower her and tuck her in. But Kiara stood up after a while telling me she was fine, orgasming three times in ten minutes had made her dizzy.

  I fixed the bed, knowing I had to put the sheets in the washing machine. She went to the washroom to clean herself up. I had messed up her hair, dress, and a bit of makeup. I couldn’t help but smirk proudly.

  “I
want a soccer team.”

  I was feeling nauseated for about a week, and Ethan was convinced that I had eaten too much cake at his sister’s birthday. But you don’t puke, have migraines and tender breasts if it’s food poisoning. Yes, maybe it is food poisoning. I was throwing up as soon as I woke up and didn’t let Ethan massage my aching breasts with coconut oil which was saying a lot.

  But, deep down, I knew it was something else.

  “Do you want me to drop you off?”

  I snapped back to reality when I heard Ethan’s deep voice when he entered the kitchen. He was wearing a soaking grey t-shirt and sweatpants, a towel around his neck.

  I ate my cereal and shook my head. “It’s fine. I need to contact the editor and see that apartment I was talking about.” A few days ago, a landlord contacted me asking me about the apartment I had seen after the breakup with Jake. Ethan would come with me if I wanted, but he was going to talk with his agent and Mr. Stone.

  So, the reason for my sickness could be stress-related because of my second book and the auction.

  Licking my lips, I watched his muscles bulge and clench when he gulped water from the water bottle and my pussy twitched for some attention. Not now. I scolded my inner hoe, shamelessly staring at him like I always did when he came back from the gym. Something about getting dirty with him as soon as he came back from working out and lifting weights turned me on.

  “Done eye-pussying me, Bella?” Ethan asked, his voice low and smoky as he sat across from me.

  I rolled my eyes. “Will you ever stop saying that word? And to answer your question, no, never.” I stood up from the stool and pecked his lips, keeping the bowl in the sink.

  “Then why don’t you move to my room? I have a bigger bed.” Ethan said, grabbing my hand and pulling me between his legs.

  “You will distract me from my work.”

  He raised an eyebrow, “Me? Distracting? Have you seen yourself?” His eyes averted to the thin tank top I slept in last night. A soft moan slipped past my lips when his hands cupped my breasts, tweaking the pebbled nipples. “It’s hard for me to walk around you without bending you over the nearest surface and drive myself inside you whenever I lay my eyes on you.”

  My fingers threaded through his hair when he looked at me with pure hunger in his eyes, his hand trailing over my throat, making me gasp when he whispered, “You are that fucking distracting, Bella.” His hard-on poked over my thigh when he used his knee to spread my legs, pushing me into the island and grinding himself on my core.

  My back arched and tightening my fingers over the back of his neck, I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his torso, removing his t-shirt and kissing him on the crook of his neck, his stubble scratching against my skin, turning me on. His musky woodsy scent intoxicated me when my nails raked across his back. I licked the hickey I had made on his neck, my lips trailing down. Lower.

  “Kiara,” Ethan groaned, yanking my hair back to stop me and devour me with his hungry mouth. He swallowed my moans when he ground against my heated sex, my panties dampening at the heat of his muscular body pressing against me.

  We both pulled away when the ringtone of my phone blared in the kitchen.

  “Sorry, I have to take that.” I pulled down my tank top and tugged my cat pajamas to my waist which Ethan had successfully lowered to my knees.

  I swear this man has sex magic when he is horny and wants clothes to disappear.

  After the call with my agent, I told Ethan about the change in my plans and ignored his frown when he pulled himself away, “Not even a quickie?”

  I gave him a look. “Ethan, we don’t have ‘quickies’. We have scenes which end up with me being sleepy or straight up blacking out.” He scowled, crossing his arms as if it was his fault, which it was. “I meant that in a good way . . . or that sounded much better in my head.”

  Tipping on my toes, I pecked his lips, “We need to talk tonight.”

  He followed me to the room. “About what?”

  I stuttered. “I-it’s a surprise.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me, stripping out of his clothes. “Fine, I will bring a small surprise for you too. But don’t eat cake for dinner like last night. Wait up for me or no more cakes for you.”

  I would have laughed at a grown naked man telling me all that while we were showering together, but I grinned at him. “You are such a dad.”

  The apartment was way too small for me, so I thanked the sweet old landlord before going to the nearest drugstore and buying three pregnancy tests. I wanted to be sure before I could let Ethan know.

  Back at home, I was pacing in my room and wondering if I should wait for him or do it before and then surprise him. Fuck it. As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I heard Ethan enter.

  Oh, great.

  Without waiting, I followed the instructions on each pregnancy test and kept them on the sink after washing my hands.

  “Kiara, I know you’re in there. Come out, I have a surprise for you!”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stepped out.

  “Why are you looking so pale? Are you alright?” Ethan asked, his hand checking my forehead, which made me grin.

  “It’s nothing, what’s the surprise?”

  “Khalid and I talked to Mr. Stone, and he agreed to the auction as soon as I told him about you and that you are Damini Sharma’s daughter.” He grinned as he explained that Mr. Stone would help set up the auction and Khalid would help with the media and security. While we had to bring her paintings. All the money raised in the auction would go to different children charities all over the world.

  “I am so proud of you!” I grinned and hugged him, his soft laugh filling my ears when he hugged me tightly.

  The beep went off in the bathroom. My eyes widened when Ethan frowned, “What was that?”

  I couldn’t wait. “I took three pregnancy tests, Ethan.”

  He raised his eyebrows, “No way, I bought one for you. Look.” He showed me the test, and I asked him why he bought met one. He smiled sheepishly, “Because I thought you might be pregnant with all the puking. Not to mention, your breasts have gotten bigger.”

  “Really?” I asked, looking down at them. “Are you sure?”

  “I might need to feel them just to be sure—” he grinned when he saw my face. “Sorry. Now check the test. I am impatient.”

  I clutched his hand, “Come with me.”

  He squeezed my palm, his eyes softening, “Of course, Bella.”

  Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and bit my bottom lip to keep it from trembling when we both saw the results. A sharp exhale left my lips as I checked all three of them, tears welling in my eyes. I turned to see Ethan, his hand squeezing mine tightly.

  “Kiara,” he whispered, blinking at the tests. I let out a nervous chuckle when he picked one up and saw the plus sign, a huge grin covering his lips. “I can’t believe it. Come here.”

  I let out a soft laugh when he hugged me, pressing me to his chest as happy tears streamed down my face. Ethan pulled away only to keep his hand on my stomach. “You’re pregnant,” he said, kissing my temple.

  “I am pregnant,” I said, my voice sounding different to my ears. “Thank you, Ethan.”

  He had a dreamy look on his face, his eyes crinkling when he smiled at me. “Don’t thank me, Bella, we both made this baby.”

  Keeping the positive tests on the sink, I tipped on my toes and kissed him. Our lips met in a slow languid kiss, our tongues dancing together with soft touches, tasting each other. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer as his tongue swept over my bottom lip.

  “Can I make love to you?” he murmured between our kisses and joked, “Make another baby, perhaps?”

  Gazing at his handsome face, I said, “In that case, I want a soccer team. Bunch of little Ethan and Kiaras running around.”

  I chuckled when he scooped me in his arms and laid me down on the bed to make love to me.

 
It had been a week since I realized I was pregnant. We had gone to the doctor and Ethan was with me the whole time when she did my check-up and told a sour-faced Ethan to get out. If I wasn’t on the bed, I would’ve laughed at him.

  I was six weeks in, and my breasts were getting bigger. Never thought I would like them big, but they hurt at night. Ethan promised to massage them whenever I wanted him to, but I knew he just wanted to grope my breasts. Perv.

  “Not this one either,” Ethan frowned at the crib which I had found the cutest. He held it and gave it a little shake, “It’s not sturdy enough.”

  I sighed, “Babe, we are having a human baby. It is sturdy.”

  “We will look for another one. Come on, I saw one at that side.” He held my hand and dragged me to another aisle of baby cribs. I awed and cooed at all the cute, tiny stuff while he made sure the crib we were going to buy would last along with the baby car seat.

  I had told him to wait until my first trimester passes before we buy anything. He gave me a stern look and said that we were reserving things for the future and the store would deliver it to us once we were ready.

  When he talked to another scared employee, asking for a sturdier crib, I smiled up at him. The employee scurried away to find the crib he asked for, leaving us alone. “You’d make the best baby daddy ever,” I whispered in his ear.

  He smiled down at me, his eyes taking in my small bump through the dress. “You bet I would. He or she is going to deserve the best we have to offer,” he said, caressing my stomach.

  “I have you, so I am not worried.”

  He kissed the top of my hair as we looked through different pregnancy pillows. “When should we tell our parents? Liam already knows I am hiding something because I try to be with you as much as possible.”

  “Anya and Katherine are the same. They know I am hiding something. We can tell our parents in a few days?”

  “Sure, Bella.”

  “Fuck,” Kiara moaned, bracing her hands on her desk when I thrust into her from behind. Her legs trembled, and the desk bumped into the wall attached to her classroom.