Ethan (Face-Off Book 5)

by Jillian Quinn

  After I come down from my high, Ethan raises his fingers to his mouth and loudly sucks my juices from them. I watch as he devours every last drop. My body shakes, hungry, desperate, and ready for more.

  “I love the taste of your sweet pussy. Once is not enough.”

  Ethan kicks off his shoes and then lowers his zipper. Piece by piece, he discards his clothes until a pile of fabric is on the floor next to us. Now, it’s my turn.

  He lifts me off the bed, now standing in front of him he unzips my skirt and pushes the material over my hips. Electricity pulsates along my skin, the feeling of being bared to him causing my heart to slam against my rib cage. Next are my shirt and bra. Ethan sucks in a deep breath as he appraises my naked body. He doesn’t speak when he drops to his knees, holding onto me as he lowers himself to the carpet. He guides me to the mattress and makes room for himself between my legs.

  A ripple of pleasure shoots through my body when Ethan kisses his way up my thigh and then takes the string of my thong into his mouth. With his hot breath on my skin, a rush of heat spreads down my thighs.

  “I’ve dreamed of doing this for weeks.” His voice is deep and raspy as he rids me of my underwear.

  He spreads my legs wider, and when he rolls his tongue along my sensitive skin, my eyes slam shut.

  “And this,” he says. “Now that I’ve had a taste, your pussy is my favorite thing to eat.” He gives me a few lazy licks, lapping up my juices as if I’m his meal. “It’s the only thing I want to eat.”

  His breath makes my toes curl, and when his tongue dips between my slick folds once more, a tremor shakes through me and rocks me to the core. As he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing, I moan his name. And with each flick of his tongue, I come undone. I can’t even function, my head swimming from the pleasure shooting through my body.

  He doesn’t waste time, quickly helping me reach the peak of my climax. Out of breath and barely able to function, I’m not sure how much more I can take when he rolls the condom down his long, thick length. Rubbing the tip of his cock along my entrance, he teases me to the point I swear I could come again just from the light friction.

  He leans forward, his muscular body caging me against the mattress as he presses his lips to mine. I stick out my tongue, and when I do, I taste myself on him.

  Staking his claim, Ethan cradles my face in his hands and invades my mouth with his tongue. He’s rough and aggressive, and with each flick of his tongue, he takes what he wants from me.

  After waiting ten long years to have him back in my life, I want to savor this moment. This night has to be perfect. Most of the time, I build something up in my head to the point I become disappointed when it happens. But not with Ethan. Every single wish I’ve ever made has come true.

  When he steels his lips from mine, I gasp for air. His lips are swollen, his mouth glistening. He lines himself up at my entrance, and without a second to brace myself for the thickness of his cock, he plunges into me. The pressure builds within, my insides so tight and ready to burst with each rush of heat that takes over my body.

  I peek up at him with my bottom lip tucked into my mouth. Riding out the pain that comes with the overwhelming pleasure, I close my eyes. I let out a soft moan that turns into a series of screams. Everything about this moment is so surreal, from the man thrusting into me to the orgasms he steals from my body.

  Ethan shifts his weight, lifting me so that I’m now on top of him. His movements are so effortless I’m surprised how fast our positions have changed. He bounces me on his cock, burying himself so deep inside me that my body aches. Like a tattoo inked on my skin, Ethan is now a part of me, the two of us connected in ways I’d only imagined over the years.

  No one has ever fucked me like Ethan. Never. Ever. And no one ever will. Ethan has the stamina I’d expect from a hockey player.

  “You’re gonna come again,” he says against my lips. “I can feel it. Strangle my dick with your pussy. C’mon, my little lamb, come for me. One more time.”

  He makes me feel like his property. I want to belong to Ethan. As if forcing it out of me, he gets his wish. I come so hard on his cock that he groans.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. Ethan presses his lips to mine and holds me there as his orgasm hits him. His entire body shakes, each pulse of his cock sending me over the edge.

  After his body stops trembling, he slides me off him. I roll onto my side to look into his eyes, already missing him inside me. My thighs smack together from all the pounding he did between them, trembling with need and hoping for more.

  He blinks a few times, his stunning green eyes never leaving mine. Ethan grabs his cock, the thick muscles in his arms flexing as he tightens his grip. I watch him as intently as he studies me. His gaze travels between us as if he wants to go another round.

  After a slight pause, he kisses the top of my head before he slides off the bed. “Can you handle more?”

  I nod, earning a smirk from Ethan.

  He tips his head toward the bathroom. “You coming or what?”

  What a dumb question. Of course, I am.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Mia

  I wake up to Ethan talking to someone. Around four o’clock in the morning, I fell asleep in his arms, and now he’s muttering with his back to me. I check the clock on the nightstand and sigh. Five thirty. I have to get up for work in one hour. Fuck.

  Rolling onto my side, I get comfortable and run my fingers down Ethan’s muscular arm.

  “Erik,” he whispers, his voice growing louder as he repeats himself. “Let me drive.” A beat passes before he adds, “No, one more stop.”

  His body shakes beneath my hand as if he’s scared. Ethan had a twin brother who had died in an accident when he was sixteen. Because of his parents’ money and connections, there were only a few articles online about the accident, though the details were limited.

  Each paper that covered the news had the same story to report. Boston teen killed in fatal car crash. After Ethan woke up in the hospital, he supposedly had no memory of the night, which I’d always assumed was the reason he never spoke of his brother. My heart breaks for Ethan, unsure of whether I should wake him or allow him to keep dreaming.

  If I’d lost Will, I don’t know how I would get through a single day without thinking of him. I want to wrap my arms around him and hug him from behind, envelop him in my warmth.

  He grunts a few times, throwing up his left arm to shield his face. Then, he curls into a ball, a soft whimper escaping his lips. I get on my knees and touch his shoulder. My hand slides down his skin that’s dripping with sweat.

  Ethan digs his fingers into the scar over his left eyebrow. He scratches and scrapes, his fingernails cutting his flesh. A few dots of blood stain his tanned skin, and that’s when I decide to pull him from his awful nightmare.

  “Ethan.” I raise my voice to a higher octave. “Ethan, wakeup.” I shake his shoulder. “C’mon, Ethan. Come back to me.”

  He stops thrashing for a split second before he rolls over and squeezes his arms around me, pinning me to the mattress. His eyes are still closed. A single tear rolls down his cheek. Ethan’s body molds to mine, his arms so strong and muscular I can’t escape from his strong grip.

  Without much success, I struggle to break free and yell his name. He opens his eyes, his breathing ragged and shallow. The hollowness in his eyes slices through me. His bright green irises I’ve lost myself in since high school are now soulless pits. My Ethan is gone, replaced by a man lost inside his mind. We don’t speak. The silence between us is maddening.

  Ethan moves his hand up my bare thigh. He slides his fingers inside me to test my slickness and then pulls them back before replacing them with his thick cock. One minute, I was concerned for his safety, and the next he has me spread open.

  I’m wound so tight I’m ready to burst when a rush of heat takes over my body. “Ethan,” I moan.

  “Come for me, my little lamb,” h
e breathes against my neck. “Come on my cock, coat my skin with your juices. Let me feel you. Give me your orgasm.”

  I tighten my hold on him, and he groans. He knows how close I am and has me right where he wants. Moving his hand to my cheek, he runs his thumb along my bottom lip. I stick out my tongue to taste the saltiness of his skin. He growls against the shell of my ear and pulls my lip down to shove his finger inside. The harder I suck, the harder he fucks me, our movements so perfectly in sync with one another.

  After I come, Ethan pulls out and flips me over and onto my stomach. He grips my hips, positioning me how he wants, and takes me from behind. I press my cheek to the soft mattress and scream each time he pumps into me. Pain surges through my body, searing into my skin when he digs his fingers into my hip.

  A series of orgasms wreck me one after another and command authority over my body. Once again, I come undone with Ethan right behind me. Ethan fills me up, pulsing inside me.

  He touches my hip with his long fingers for a brief second. “What a beautiful sight. You naked in my bed.”

  Ethan hooks his arms around my middle and wraps all six feet four inches around me, cradling my head against his chest. We lay like that for several minutes in complete silence until I speak. “Are we going to talk about your nightmare?”

  He presses his lips to my shoulder. “No.”

  “Ethan,” I protest.

  “Not now.” He kisses my collarbone. “Just go back to sleep.”

  “I have to get up for work soon.”

  “Until then, you can stay like this.”

  I succumb to his request, and once I give in to him, his body relaxes. He loosens his grip on me, allowing me enough room to readjust my arm to get comfortable.

  “We have an appointment later.” He says the words against the shell of my ear. His hot breath sends chills throughout my body. “Don’t forget. I’ll send a car to pick you up from work.”

  I glance over my shoulder at him. “What appointment?”

  “With my personal shopper at Boyds.”

  I laugh. “You were serious about that? I only said yes to get Will off my ass.”

  “I want to take care of you, Mia. Stop fighting me. You deserve everything I can offer you and more. I hate seeing you live the way you do. Let me spoil you. If you’re mine, and you are, then you’ll take everything I have to give.”

  I shrug against his chest. “Why not? Show me what it’s like to live in your world.”

  He brushes the hair from my face and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Close your eyes and get some sleep. You’ll need your strength for later.”

  My eyelids are heavy from all the sex we’ve had since last night. The alarm on my phone will wake me soon enough. So, I drift back to sleep, dreaming of the man who consumes my thoughts.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Ethan

  Mia’s mouth opens as wide as her eyes when we walk through the front door at Boyds. Her eyes rake over every inch of the high-end department store. I want to be the man to give her everything she needs.

  “Wow!” Mia squeals. “This place is fancy. I probably couldn’t afford a tube of lipstick, let alone clothing. I feel stupid having you pamper me. Between you and Will, I don’t know who’s worse. I don’t need things to make me happy.”

  “It would make me happy if you had these things.”

  “Clothes and jewelry are material possessions. Just stuff to collect dust in my bedroom. I don’t like you or my brother wasting money on me when I don’t see the point in any of it. I have everything I need.”

  I slide my hands up her arms and guide her toward Alanna, a pretty brunette who’s waiting for us in the women’s shoe department with a bright smile.

  “Don’t fight me, little lamb,” I whisper. “The wolf always wins.”

  Her body trembles but not out of fear. She likes this side of me. My girl craves it. I can see the lust in her eyes, the way her heartbeat speeds up with each authoritative word that slips from my lips.

  “Mia, meet Alanna, my personal shopper. Alanna, this is Mia… my girlfriend.”

  Mia peeks up at me with wide-eyed curiosity and a smile that illuminates her entire face. Maybe over time the word girlfriend won’t feel so bitter on my tongue. It’s not like I’m letting Mia go. The only problem I have to sort out is Will. But that can wait for another day. Another month. Maybe when we win the Stanley Cup. If that ever happens.

  Alanna’s eyes widen in shock. She signed a non-disclosure agreement. And if she wants my money, she won’t make a big deal out of this.

  Alanna holds out her hand for Mia to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  Mia pulls back her hand. “You, too.”

  Alanna glances at Mia for a few seconds, most likely trying to guess her measurements. A good personal shopper can figure these things out without much instruction. She knew mine the first time we’d met. Of all the women in my life, Alanna was never anything more than someone who works for me. We’ve never had sex, and I wouldn’t let Will go near her either. I don’t like to mix business with pleasure.

  “I have a room ready for you.” Alanna holds out her hand to show Mia the way. “I pulled a few things for each of you. How about you two get comfortable, and I’ll show you everything I set aside?”

  Mia smiles. “That would be great. Thank you.”

  Once we enter our private dressing room, we take a seat on the long bench.

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Mia groans. “I feel so out of place here.”

  “Stop worrying about what people think. You have just as much a right to be here as anyone else. A woman as beautiful as you should feel comfortable anywhere she goes.”

  “People were looking at me like I don’t belong with you.”

  Lifting her chin with my hand, I force her to look into my eyes. “No one has ever fit into my life the way you do, Mia. No one. Not a single fucking woman. Ever. You act as though you’re the only lucky one when I’m the bastard who doesn’t deserve you.”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “You’re not a bastard.”

  “No?”

  “Nope, not at all. I don’t date bastards, and I sure as hell don’t let them fuck me.” She says the last part under her breath.

  “I’m a bastard for fucking you like I do. Your pussy is too fucking sweet. I can’t control myself with you.”

  “No one said you had to. Keep fucking me like that. In fact, never stop.”

  The corner of my mouth turns up into a wicked grin. I grab my crotch and adjust my growing erection. “This conversation is making me so hard. Hurry up and try this shit on, or I’ll have to fuck you in this room, and I won't care who hears us.”

  Mia chuckles.

  I love the sound of her laughter. Being with her reminds of what we had when we were in high school when she trusted me with her secrets. When she looked at me as if I was her entire world. She still does. That scares me most of all because it means I have the power to hurt her.

  I never want her to feel the kind of pain I’ve endured for the past twelve years. I never want her heart to ache from the loss of someone she loves. I know she loves me. Some part of me, even the sick and tortured parts, have always loved her. She’s the first and only girl I’ve ever loved.

  I take the clothes from Alanna’s arm when she walks into the changing room. “I got a little bit of everything,” she says in her singsong voice. “I wasn’t sure what kind of mood you were in, Mia, but pull out whatever you like. If you need anything, give me a shout.”

  I place the hangers on the metal hooks on the wall next to Mia. Alanna exits the room with a gentle wave, promising to check on us in five minutes.

  “What do you want to try on first?” I turn around to face Mia with a short, sleeveless black dress with an open back in my hand. “This will look hot on you. My mom says every woman needs a ‘little black dress.’ You should have one, too. Try it on.”

  Mia closes the distance between us. “Are you
attempting to turn me into the woman you want me to be?”

  “Of course not. You already are the woman I want you to be. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

  She throws her hands on her hips. “Except for my clothes.”

  “This has nothing to do with the clothes or how you dress. You could wear a pair of beat-up Chucks with ripped jeans and a Warped Tour shirt. You look good in anything. Wear a trash bag for all I care.”

  “Then what difference does it make if I have a little black dress or a new shirt?”

  “It doesn’t. I want to take care of you. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to give you everything. I was also hoping to take you somewhere nice for dinner, and it’s a ‘little black dress’ kind of place.”

  She snatches the dress from my hand with a cheesy grin. “Fine. I’ll wear the dress as long as you pick a good restaurant. Something Italian.”

  “That I can do. I thought we could go to Luciano’s. What do you say?”

  “Am I your girlfriend?”

  I suck in a deep breath and look away from her. “I’m not sure what to call us. We only had sex last night.”

  “That’s not what you told Alanna. You said girlfriend.”

  “I have to talk to Will, remember? We already talked about this.”

  “Maybe I should tell him,” she offers. “I could soften the blow. If I tell him I want to be with you, he’ll understand.”

  I shake my head. “No, he won’t. Will asked me if I like you on more than on occasion, and I denied it every time. He was pissed when I accidentally touched your knee or told you were hot.”

  She smiles. “You think I’m hot?”

  I smile back. “That’s another thing I like about you. You’re gorgeous, smart, and incredibly sexy and don’t even know it.”

  “So, what do we do about my brother?”