I use my right hand to cup his cock, and slowly, he stands up. I bring him to me, and my fingers slowly trace his scar on the side. I lean in and kiss his scar. “I love you,” I say and then place my hands on his hips.
I slip his boxers down, and I don’t wait any longer to take his cock in my mouth. His hands go into my hair as my tongue swirls around the head of his cock. My hand grips the base of his cock, and I work him with my mouth and my hand. I know that it’s only a matter of time before he takes over, just like always. When I take him all the way to the base, his hands grip my hair tighter, and I feel him pulling back, pulling it just enough, and I want to close my legs and grind on him. “Enough.” He pushes me back onto the bed, and in one single move, my shorts are ripped off me, and his mouth is on my pussy. He doesn’t even move the panties yet; he just licks up in one long lick. “Fuck,” he says as he pushes my panties to the side, and his tongue finally flicks my clit.
“Ethan,” I say with my eyes closed, opening my legs as much as they can go. We always had the best sex, always. We were never shy in the bedroom. If we wanted to try something, we did, and it always rocked our world. “Right there,” I say as he fucks me with two fingers that he slipped in. “Rub right there,” I say again as his fingers rub my G-spot, and my hand comes up to play with my nipples.
“I need,” I say, panting. “I need …” I can taste the fall; he bites down on my clit, and right when I start to come, he pulls his mouth away. I groan in frustration, and my eyes are about to open when I feel him slam into me in one hard thrust, causing us both to moan. I look down at his cock as it goes in and out of me in small, hard thrusts. His thick, meaty thighs hit my ass with each thrust. I can’t stop watching his cock as my pussy takes all of him. I feel so full, and the sound of us panting fills the room.
“Harder,” I say, wanting him to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. He slams into me, and I moan and arch my back. “Again,” I say as he thrusts into me harder and harder. He takes one hand and pinches my nipple, sending lightning all the way down to my pussy, and he knows it.
“Squeeze me,” he says, pinching it and then rolling it between his fingers. I lick my middle finger, and he watches me, his eyes fixated on my finger. “Play with yourself while I fuck you.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My finger rubs my clit side to side.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says between clenched teeth. “Look at us,” he says, looking down at where we meet. “So wet,” he says, and I know that I’m getting wetter and wetter as he rubs my G-spot over and over again. “Fuck, I’m almost there,” he says, pinching my nipple so much harder now it makes my hand move on my clit frantically.
“That’s it, Sunrise,” he says. “Come on my cock,” he says, and I just listen to him as I come all over his cock. Over and over again, my pussy convulses on his cock. Just when I think I’m coming down from it, he slams into me two more times, and I’m moaning out his name as I come again. He plants himself balls deep in me and comes with a roar. He collapses on top of me, resting his face on my chest.
My legs wrap around his waist as I catch my breath. I close my eyes for just a minute, and then I feel his tongue on my nipples, and my legs tighten around his waist. “Unless you are ready for round two, I suggest you stop that.” Instead of moving his mouth away from me, he slips out and then slowly slides back in.
“Time for round two,” he says right before he fucks me again until I see stars.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ethan
“If you keep touching me like that, nothing is going to get done,” she says, standing in front of the kitchen sink. She wears my shirt and nothing else while my hands are on her tits, teasing her nipples. “Seriously, Ethan,” she moans and pushes her ass back into my cock.
“I miss you,” I say into her neck, and she moves to give me access to it.
“You were in me less than five minutes ago.” She laughs.
“It’s not my fault,” I say, and it isn’t. I came out of the bedroom, and she was making coffee for me, and she leaned up to reach into the cabinet. Her shirt rose, showing me the bottom of her ass, and well … I walked up to her, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her up enough to slide my cock into her. She didn’t say a word. She just lay forward on the counter and fucked me back.
“I see you, and I lose control. Are you sore?” I ask. I’ve taken her over and over again, the both of us always wanting a piece of the other one. The sex between us was always out of this world. She was never shy about it, and when she wanted something, she asked for it. Fuck, she bought the Kama Sutra book one Valentine’s Day, and we were working our way through it.
“You asked me if I was sore when we took a bath,” she reminds me, looking at me. “While you sat me on the edge and played with me.” I smirk, remembering that between eating her and finger fucking her, she was a mess. She finally had enough and just sank on my cock. The water went everywhere, and I mean everywhere. “Go make us something to eat, and then we can continue this,” she says. “There is still the couch we have to bless and maybe tonight the hammock.”
“Definitely fucking you on the hammock tonight,” I say, walking away from her to my cock’s strong disapproval. I take out some bacon and eggs while she makes toast, and fifteen minutes later, we are both sitting down eating.
“We should talk about a couple of things,” she says, chewing and then taking a sip of her tea. I look over at her. She sits there with her long legs crossed and her hair piled on her head. She has little dots on her neck and around her lips from my beard, and I’m sure there is a hickey on her left thigh. I know I left teeth marks on her left breast when she was riding me.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, eating a piece of bacon.
“We’ve had unprotected sex,” she tells me, looking down.
“Yeah.” I look over at her. “It’s not the first time. I haven’t been with anyone.”
“I know that,” she says. “It’s just, I’m not on the pill.”
“Okay, and …?” I look at her.
“Well, we’ve had sex a lot, and well, I’m not covered. I don’t know if you know how babies are made, but …” She moves her head back and forth.
“I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say,” I say. She drops her fork and gets up, walking to the fridge.
“I’m saying we’ve had unprotected sex, Ethan. Like, not a oops one time.” She grabs the water bottle and drinks it. “I could get pregnant.” She puts her hands on the counter in front of me.
“Okay.” I shrug my shoulders. “I mean, we are going to have kids anyway.”
“What?” she whispers.
“Sunrise,” I say to her while I chew a piece of toast. “We are going to have kids. We always wanted kids, so if it happens now, it happens.”
“That’s it?” she says, folding her arms. “Just I get pregnant, and that’s it. You’ll be fine with it.”
“Um, yeah,” I say. “Why? Would you not be okay with having my baby?”
She glares at me. “I didn’t say that. I was just saying that maybe we should be careful until I get on birth control.”
“Negative,” I say, shaking my head. “Damage is done. My boys are on the ground running.”
“Did you just talk about your sperm in military form?” she asks, laughing.
“I mean, I’m not going to toot my horn, but my boys are probably already trying to infiltrate,” I say, leaning back and stretching.
“We just got back together,” she says softly, and I get up now and walk over to her. I rip the elastic out of her hair and pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist automatically.
“If I didn’t leave,” I start, walking over and sitting on the couch, and she straddles me. “Would we not be trying?”
“Probably,” she answers honestly, and her hands now lay on my chest. Lifting herself just a bit, she reaches down and pulls my cock out of my boxers. She slowly inches down on it until she�
�s all the way down. “Missed you,” she says, and I rip her shirt off and see love bites everywhere. My teeth marks are on both tits also. I hold her tits in my hands, squeezing her as she rides me.
She leans back just a bit, putting one hand on my knee while the other hand plays with her clit. It takes her a minute, but soon, she’s panting. My thumbs pinch and roll her nipples, and, fuck, she could come just by me playing with her nipples. I watch her ride me, knowing she’s getting closer and closer.
When she comes on my cock, I give her just a moment to recover before I’m picking her up and throwing her over the couch. Grabbing her by the hips, I fuck her hard. I pull her hair back, and she groans out, “Harder.” She chants over and over again, and I see one hand playing with her clit the whole time and the other trying to hold herself up. “Right there.”
“I’m there,” I say, feeling my balls start to pull up. “I’m there.” I slam into her one last time, and she comes again all over my cock, leaking down my balls. I empty myself into her again, throwing my head back. I slowly fuck her when I’m done coming in her, and then I slip out of her. “Time for a shower.”
“Not together.” She pushes me away. “You go first, and I’ll go after.”
“There is no fun in that.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, slapping her ass. “Don’t do that.” I try not to laugh, knowing that it excites her, and she may say no more, but five minutes in the shower, and I know she’ll want me again just as much as I want her.
Sitting on the bed, I’m waiting for her to get ready when she sticks her head out of the closet. “Where are we going again?” she asks, coming out of the closet wearing a gray and white summer dress with spaghetti straps. The dress flows around her calves, and she slips on flip-flops. I’m wearing shorts and a white button-down top with my own flip-flops. She comes to me, and I open my legs as she stands in the middle of them. “You look so handsome.” She leans down and kisses my lips.
“If we don’t go,” I say, getting up and grabbing her by the hand, “we will never leave.”
“If it was up to you,” she tells me, “I’d be naked and chained to the bed.”
“Don’t pretend that you wouldn’t like that.” I wink at her, and she just blushes. We get into the truck to head over to my grandparents' house and pull up. “I think we should be good,” I say, and she smiles at me.
“They would never say no to you,” she tells me, getting out of the truck and walking with me. Her hand is in mine like it’s supposed to be, and I bring our hands to my mouth and kiss her fingers.
“Everyone is going to know we're together,” I say as we get closer to the backyard, and I hear more voices today than any other time.
“It shows you’ve been away from home for a long time,” she tells me, looking over at me. “The news we were together spread yesterday when you made out with me half the day.” She laughs. “Have you looked around?” she asks, and I finally look around. “Half the town showed up today to see if we’d appear.”
“You think so?” I ask, and when we walk around the corner to the backyard, there is no denying that they are here for this.
“See all the prying eyes.” She leans closer to me, and I stop her from walking and turn her around to face me.
“Well, if they are already talking, we might as well give them something to talk about,” I say, grabbing her face and kissing her lips. “You know, just in case they were confused.”
She shakes her head and just lets me kiss her. We spend the rest of the afternoon getting warm wishes from everyone.
“It’s about time you got your head out of your behind,” my grandmother says to me when I go to say hello to her. She grabs my face, just as she used to do when I was younger. Kallie is the next one to grab us, her smile all over her face as she blinks away tears.
“I knew it would always end up like this,” she says and then looks over at my father, who just stands away. “Jacob, didn’t I tell you?”
He swallows, and the sadness in his eyes hits me in the stomach. I was shot and left for dead. I was beaten to within an inch of my life, and I’ve never felt more helpless than I do at this moment right here. “Great news.” He nods, never making eye contact with me, and he turns to walk away. Kallie blinks tears away, smiling at us, and walks away, slipping her arm with his.
“You need to talk to him.” I hear from beside me, and I smile at Emily, knowing that I have no choice. It needs to be done. “The longer you go, the worse it will be.” I don’t say anything to her, the lump forming in my throat.
My mother comes to us next. “Does this mean I can finally give Emily back her money?” She winks at Emily, who shakes her head.
“That house is mine,” she says, slipping her arms around my waist. The rest of the day slips by, and when we get into the truck, she looks over at me. “Do you want to swing by the house and get the rest of your clothes?” she asks as she fastens her seat belt.
I smirk, turning to her. “Is this your way of asking me to move in?”
She shakes her head and turns to look at me, putting her back against the door. “Is that your way of telling me that I can kick you out?”
“I live there,” I say. “I’ve been living there since Tuesday.” Her mouth opens. “I gave Casey back the key on Wednesday.”
“But you just brought over one bag.” She picks up her hand, showing me one finger.
“That’s all my stuff,” I say. “Never had more than a couple of shirts and pairs of jeans. I wasn’t into material things. Besides, the only thing I had that was of great value to me was your picture, and I carried that with me everywhere,” I say. She gets quiet and looks out the window, and when I pull up to the house and turn off the car, she rips her seat belt off and crawls in my lap, grabbing my face in her hands.
“I want to buy you stuff,” she says with tears running down her face. “I want to buy you sweaters and shirts, an iPad, a laptop, all of it. I’m going to buy it, and we are going to put it in our house.”
“Baby,” I say softly. “I don’t need any of that; I just need you. Besides, my most cherished item is right here.” I rub my nose against her. “Your heart.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Emily
“Wake up.” I hear his voice softly, and I want to push him away. “It’s almost time.”
“For what?” I grumble and cuddle deeper in the bed.
“It’s almost sunrise. Come on, get up so we can go watch it.” He slips his hand around my naked waist. It’s been three days since we’ve been officially back together, three days of waking up with him, three days of cooking for him, three days of him making love to me every single chance he got, even when he came home at lunchtime because he forgot something. Three days of bliss, three days, and it’s like he never left me. “You can sleep when I leave,” he tells me even though he knows I won’t go to bed after he leaves, especially since I have to go clean out my classroom today.
“We can miss today,” I grumble, and the covers are thrown off us, and the cold air hits my body right away. “Ethan, it’s cold,” I say, covering my nipples that are starting to pebble, and he moans as his hand reaches out to roll one of them. “Go away and watch the sunrise.”
“It’s better with you there.” He leans down, taking a nipple in his mouth. “Just put the robe on,” he says, and I know what that means. He wants easy access to me, and of course, I’m going to give it to him.
“Fine,” I say, huffing out of bed. “But you’re doing all the work.” I look over and see his eyes go big. “What?”
“I didn’t think I hit you that hard,” he says, and I turn to see that his handprint is on my ass, and I laugh.
“You didn’t. At least, I don’t think you did.” I grab my robe. “If something happens to me and they have to cut off my clothes, I don’t know what they are going to think.” I look down. “I have hickeys on both breasts, two on my stomach, and on my thigh. And let's not forget your teeth marks everywhere.” I shake my h
ead.
“Why do they need to see you naked?” he says, getting up. His cock is already at half mast, but it’s always at half mast.
“You never know. I could get into an accident,” I say, putting on the robe and tossing him his shorts. “It’s still dark outside.”
“I know,” he says, slipping on his shorts. “You know I like to slide into you when the sun rises.”
I shake my head. “You like to slide into me no matter what time it is.” He laughs, holding my hand and pulling me outside. I look down, but when we step outside, the soft yellow lights make me look up. I stop walking when I see that the backyard has been transformed.
There are tea lights hanging from every tree branch and lanterns form a path to the middle of the yard. “What’s going on?” I ask, looking around at how magical it looks in the moonlight. “What’s all this?”
“This,” he says, looking at me, “is part of your fifth birthday gift.” He kisses me, bringing me to the middle of the yard. The lights hanging from the trees above my head light up everything.
“This is so beautiful,” I say, smiling. “When did you do all this?”
“As soon as you fell asleep, I got to work. I mean, I had some help. Quinn and Keith started before I came out.”
I gasp. “We had sex in the kitchen.” I hold the robe closed at my chest. “And then the counter.”
“I closed the shades,” he tells me.
“But,” I start to stutter. “We aren’t exactly quiet.”
“No.” He taps my nose. “You aren’t quiet.”
I put my hands on my face. “What if they heard us?” I close my eyes now and put my hands to my stomach. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I teach Keith.”
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