by C. M. Owens
As soon as I drop her to the bed, she pushes her shorts down her legs and spreads wide without an ounce of shame. I really fucking love that about her.
“Now,” she snaps, apparently in a hurry.
I don’t waste time. While she starts tugging her shirt over her head, I drop down to my knees on the floor and jerk her hips to the edge of the bed. My face disappears in the V of her thighs, and I suck her clit into my mouth, taking no prisoners.
Her gasps and moans are all the fuel I need, but when she grabs my hair, pulling me impossibly closer, I growl against her, drinking in her taste. My cock is like stone and painfully digging into the front of my jeans despite the thin layer of protection my boxers give.
All I want to do is bury myself inside her right now, but not until she’s got what she wants.
Her legs tremble, and she goes from pulling me closer to trying to push me away. The second she cries out my name, I tear my mouth away and stand up, undoing my jeans as quickly as possible.
When my cock springs free, happy to be unrestrained, my eyes roam down the very naked body of Bella, who is eyeing me lazily as a relieved smile curls her lips. Seeing her like that is not going to help me last long, but since she just got hers, I’ll settle for a quickie.
Lifting her legs, I lean down between them, staying on my feet next to her high bed, and then I thrust in. Her moan is tortured and euphoric at the same time as she grabs my wrists, the only part of me she can reach.
My hands move to her hips, and I anchor her in place as I thrust in over and over, feeling her encase me tightly. My cock drags out, and slides in with ease, the suction too good. Watching her watch me is too much and will have me exploding too soon, so I drop my eyes to where my cock is moving in and out of her.
I take it back; that’s too much.
Each time my dick disappears back inside her, I edge closer, riding the line of too fast, but I lose my mind when she suddenly clenches around me, finding a second orgasm. She calls out my name again as my thumb brushes over that sensitive bud of hers.
I follow her over as my balls tighten and heat slices up my spine. Release shoots out of me like a cannon and into her, and I groan as my legs curse me for standing.
A tremor wracks my body, and I drop to Bella, kissing her lazily as she drains me. Breathing heavily, I break the kiss and bury my face against her neck, letting the high wash over me until I can get my head working again—obviously I mean my thinking head, not my fucking one.
“Guess you’re not mad at me anymore,” I tell her, still a little breathless.
She laughs and groans at the same time before running her hands through my hair. I love being able to feel that. Hell, I love being able to feel everything these days, and I have no idea how I handled being numb for so long.
“I really wanted to make you grovel longer, but you have impeccable timing,” she says through a winded tone.
I don’t ask questions, because, hell, it’s Bella. I’ll be more confused by the explanation than the intrigue.
Kissing her neck, I slowly start to raise up, but something slaps the floor hard in another room, causing Bella to screech and me to jerk out of her, ready to handle whatever it is.
“That fucking bitch!” Bella hisses.
Laughing, I pull my jeans back in place—since I never fully got out of them, and tuck everything back in where it goes before going to inspect. But when I reach the kitchen, I realize the cat had nothing to do with the sound.
Part of Bella’s ceiling is on the floor, and a pipe is spewing water from the ceiling. What the hell is a water pipe doing up there?
“The hell?” Bella harps, coming up beside me.
“Why do you have plumbing in your ceiling?” I ask her, confused as I walk toward the door.
“Do I look like I know anything about plumbing?” she asks me, following close behind until I start heading outside. “And what are you doing?”
“Shutting your water off at the main before your entire house is fucked.”
She curses as she follows me out, and I find the main, shut it off, and then grab my phone from my pocket to look for a plumber. But… I get a little sick when I see I’ve somehow pocket dialed someone. I really need a fucking lock screen, apparently, because that someone is my mother.
“Mom?” I croak.
A loud throat clearing is what follows my question, and finally a stammered, “Y… Yes?”
“Umm…. How long you been on the phone?”
“I… uh… Oh dear… I… I think I heard something I wasn’t supposed to.”
My eyes shoot to Bella’s as I pale, and her eyes widen as she clamps her hand over her mouth, smothering the laughter as her cheeks blaze red.
“I really didn’t mean to call you,” I say awkwardly.
“I…uh… figured that out. I tried to hang up. I promise. But… It just called me back. I uh… Good luck with all that, son.”
She hangs up, and I count the top ten list of humiliating experiences in my life. This one now takes a place at the top.
“Your mother heard us fucking?” Bella whispers, choking back another laugh.
“I have no idea what she heard exactly, and I’m really not going to fucking ask her. Ever. Like, this shit never happened. You understand?”
She bursts out laughing, but then she smothers it again when I glare at her. She mocks a salute, and I roll my eyes, cursing my phone as I resume my original task of finding a plumber.
I call the plumber while walking back inside. The asshole is going to take at least a week to get out here, possibly longer. Bella is frowning when I get off the phone and call another one. Five plumbers later, I settle for the first one, since the rest won’t be able to tackle a job like that for at least a few weeks.
“Looks like you’re staying with me,” I tell her.
I don’t like the look she gives me. “I’ll stay with Allie and Wren.”
“What the hell is wrong with my place?”
Her lips thin. “Have you bought a new bed yet?”
Ah. “Yes. I got it yesterday.”
“I’ll still stay with Allie and Wren. I think we might kill each other if we’re together for that long.”
My eyebrows go up. “You mean fuck each other to death? Because I think we get along just fine.”
She gives me a withering look. “Ethan, we really don’t. We fight and we fuck a little too often. We’re great in short intervals, but too much time with anyone can grate on someone’s nerves.”
Now I’m pissed. No way do I want her over at Wren’s when she could be at my place. Then she couldn’t ignore me—or make me grovel—when she has to sleep under the same roof after I do something stupid.
And I’m sure I will do more stupid shit. It seems to be my specialty around her.
“You’re staying with me, and it’s really not up for debate,” I tell her as I stand and head toward her room. If she doesn’t pack a bag, I’ll fucking pack it for her.
“No offense,” she says, following me, “but I doubt I’ll survive all your partying.”
“It’s not like I party nightly,” I growl.
“Ethan,” she groans, following me into her small closet as I start looking through her clothes. Fuck it. I’ll just grab shit.
“Ethan,” Bella says again, as though saying my name over and over will jar reason into me.
Personally, I think I’m the only reasonable one in the room at the moment.
“We haven’t even defined our relationship or whatever this is yet.”
Is she serious?
“I’ve only been with you since we started this thing, and you’ve only been with me,” I point out, grabbing half her hanging clothes and pulling them out of the closet, forcing her to stumble out of my way or get walked on.
“But that doesn’t mean we’ve defined anything,” she continues, following behind me and trying to snatch clothes away. My iron grip prevents her from actually getting anything.
When I toss them
onto the bed, Bella goes to grab them again, but I snatch her around the waist, easily lifting her and carrying her back to the closet so I can grab more shit.
She struggles, and I finally put her down, tilting her chin back as she glares at me.
“You’re mine. Is that definition enough for you? Now pack your shit or I will. Your choice.”
I expect to get slapped, but as always, Bella surprises me when she grabs the back of my neck—her favorite maneuver—and pulls me down.
I grip her around the waist, smashing her body against mine as our lips touch. The kiss turns hungry, her greedy little tongue demanding action from mine. Finally, I remember what I’m doing, and I break the kiss.
She looks dazed, as though she didn’t really mean to kiss me, but when I toss a duffel bag into the room, she snaps out of it.
“Fine,” she says quietly. “I’ll help pack.”
Chapter 49
ETHAN
ME: Where the fuck are you?
BELLA: You’re impatient… I’ve only been gone five minutes. Should have done cardio with me.
ME: I gave you better cardio options. You elected running. Pathetic.
BELLA: Well, I couldn’t handle yoga because I’m not that bendy. So your suggestion sounded a little… painful.
ME: I’ll make sure you feel too good to notice pain. Come back.
BELLA: Fine. You’re so damn needy. I’m coming back, but only because I’m just as needy and bored with running today.
ME: I have that book out…
BELLA: Be genital.
ME: ????
BELLA: GENTLE! This phone is such a freaking pervert!
ME: Sure it’s the phone.
The door opens, and I drop my phone as Bella walks in. I don’t really have that weird sex book open, but I do have a few things in mind as she walks to me. Her lips are drawn in a seductive smile, and her little sports bra drives me crazy.
As soon as I reach her, my lips crush hers, and she moans into my mouth, fisting handfuls of my shirt as she tries to draw me closer. I swear I can’t get enough of her, and it feels like she can’t get enough of me.
Breaking the kiss, I spin her until her hands slap the countertop, and I fist a handful of her hair as I jerk down her fuck-me tiny shorts. My lips move to her neck as she turns her body over to me without any hesitation, as if she knows she belongs to me.
My dick is painfully hard when I finally thrust inside her, and I try not to think about how right it all feels. Somewhere along the line, Bella stopped being toxic and started being perfect.
***
ME: Your panties are in my pocket. Just wanted you to know.
BELLA: Wtf?!?!?!? Why?
ME: Because we ripped that pair last night in the car, and it was pocket them or let Maverick see them.
BELLA: Damn you and your list of places to have sex. Do you have any idea what hell I could catch from Maverick for my pussies being ripped to shreds?
BELLA: Pussies
BELLA: PUSSIES
BELLA: Stupid fucking porn phone! PANTIES!!!!
BELLA: Ethan? You still there?
ME: Yep. Watching the crazy from this side is entertaining.
BELLA: You’re an asshole.
ME: Speaking of assholes…
BELLA: Hell no. You’re not getting anywhere near my ass mole!
BELLA: mole!
BELLA: Damn it!! I mean HOLE! I have no ass moles!
ME: You’ve already killed the illusion. I’ll never see you the same.
BELLA: I’ll see you later. I’m going to go break my phone for a while.
ME: Hey, I bought you something. :O
BELLA: What the hell did you buy me? I hate gifts.
ME: Nothing much. Just got one of those damn racks for your million shoes. I’ll have one built for you soon but this will work in the meantime.
ME: Bella?? You already gone?
BELLA: I’m here. Thank you. I’ll reward you in less than two hours.
ME: Countdown begins.
***
ME: Do you always have to work so much?
BELLA: I’m trying to get on at a couple of private practices. They’ll have better hours. I’m not supposed to have my phone on the floor, so maybe they’ll fire me if they catch me. ;)
ME: If I could cook, I’d start dinner for us, especially since you’ve been cooking so much. How about I have takeout ready and waiting?
BELLA: Since I’m starving, I’m good with that second option. Should be another hour, tops.
ME: I’ll grab something from that Chinese place you like. See you when you get home.
BELLA: Are you not going to ask what I want?
ME: Nope. Pretty sure I have all that shit memorized.
BELLA: That’s sexy.
ME: Me knowing what food you like? In that case, I’ll be naked when you get home. I expect another reward.
BELLA: Too hungry. Food first. Sex later.
ME: We’ll see…
***
“Right there,” Bella moans, arching as I hit the right spot. “Oh damn, you’re so good.”
Smirking, I push in a little deeper, eliciting another moan from her as she utters a few more praises between breaths.
“Ah!” She whimpers when I hit a particularly good spot, and I move my hands lower, pushing down on all the tight muscles.
“How’d you get so good at this?” she asks, even though it sounds like a moan.
“I’ve been getting at least one massage a week since I was eighteen, because my back and shoulders would be tense as hell by the end of a work week. You pick up a few things,” I tell her, sliding my hands through the oil and down her bare back, focusing on the spot just above her ass.
She moans again, and my dick decides forty-five minutes is all it can stand of all her fuck-me-now sounds. She grins when I jerk her shorts off, as though she knew this was coming.
When I flip her over, she simply grabs me by the back of my neck, and drags me down to her so that our lips find each other’s.
“You can continue massaging me after you give me a couple of orgasms,” she murmurs against my lips, causing me to smile.
“How generous of you. Just a couple?” I muse, spreading her legs wider as the tip of my cock finds her entrance and slowly starts stretching her as I ease inside.
“Maybe three would be better,” she says absently as she arches into me for an entirely different reason than before.
“Three is for beginners,” I murmur against her lips before thrusting in hard.
Bella is starting to consume me, and I fucking love it.
Chapter 50
BELLA
Two weeks pass in a blur, and the plumber has still not been out to my house. Surprisingly, living with Ethan is both fun and confusing. My heart is definitely in jeopardy at this point, because living with someone steals that guard you put up around yourself.
It’s an intimacy you can’t avoid, and even someone like me can’t escape the closeness that comes with playing house.
Ethan is on the phone when I get home—I mean, his house. Not home. Shit, I have to stop thinking like that.
“Just take him golfing, and let him win. Don’t let him win by too much, but just enough where he feels like he earned it on his own. He’ll cave like a domino setup.”
Business… He doesn’t get many calls from the new owners of his old company, but he does get them on occasion, and he sounds like a completely different person when he does.
With most of his friends, he’s a brooding asshole who likes to mock them. With his partiers, he’s wild, crazy, and full of fun. With the business, he’s firm, classy, and in control. With me… I sometimes wonder if I’m the only one who gets the real Ethan… The man he is when is guard is down. Everyone is really missing out, because the real Ethan is my favorite version of him.
Protective, thoughtful, kind, generous… Albeit, he can still have his asshole moments, but I like that part of him too. He’s a little too alpha for
the future I had planned, but that future keeps restructuring itself around Ethan with each passing day.
I’m in dangerous territory, and I can’t run from it, considering I’m stuck here playing house until my home is fixed.
Deciding not to eavesdrop, I don’t bother announcing that I’m home… Damn it, there’s that word again.
I take a quick shower, smiling at how my all of my shower supplies are crowding Ethan’s few. Not that he minds. Hell, he even bought me more things, and refused to let me pay him back. That part is still irking me, because I prefer to pay for my own things, and Ethan is impossible to argue with.
He’s pretty much had me on every surface we could comfortably fuck on. And most every position we could fuck in. That’s when he’s not curling up around me, or telling me stories—the good ones—from his past. Same for me. I spare him the drama-filled details of the bad experiences, since I’ve already covered them, and stick with the happier notes.
It’s been an incredibly perfect two weeks. But that’s how we are. Perfect one minute and toxic the next. This is the longest we’ve gone without something going wrong.
Stepping out, I dry off everything, and brush through my damp hair before dressing in something comfortable and heading back to see if Ethan is finished with his phone call yet.
Unsurprisingly, none of the guys, including Rye, know anything about plumbing. Hell, Wren couldn’t even fix our sink when it was messed up. I guess that’s what happens when a bunch of rich people are your closest friends, though. Then again, I’m not rich and I don’t know jack shit about plumbing.
