Thrilling Heaven (Room 103)

by Sidebottom, D H

  With that I grabbed my bag and pushed past him as I turned to Zoe, “I’m going home, treacle. You stay with Hansel and Gretel. I’ll phone you later.”

  I stormed through the club, my head trying to grasp the fact that there were still some narrow-minded people about. I mean, where did he just come from, nursery?

  “Jesus Christ” I hissed under my breath, frantically trying to calm myself down as I smiled gratefully to a door security guy who had the wisdom to open the door for me before I ploughed through it like a cartoon character.

  “Fucking Shit” I now hissed to myself when I discovered no waiting taxis.

  “You want me to call you one?” the doorman asked as he noticed my glance up and down the street.

  “Nah, thank you though. The walk will calm me down” I replied without even turning to look at him as I set off down the road, grumbling under my breath and calling Hal all the names that I could think of that would make me smile.

  My phone trilled a message and I pulled it out angrily as though it was to blame for my mood.

  Zoe:

  Where are you? Why didn’t you wait for me? Xxx

  Me:

  I’m good. Need a walk. I’ll see you tomorrow, treacle. Xxx

  Zoe:

  Jesus Christ, Jen. You shouldn’t walk alone this time of night!!! Xxx

  Me:

  The mood I’m in, the chuffing hulk would be stupid to pick a fight with me! Xxx

  Zoe:

  Babe, I’m so pissed at you right now. Promise me you’ll ring me when your home? Xxx

  I frowned when I heard a footstep falter behind me as I replied to Zoe. I reached in my bag hunting for something, anything and finding nothing I grit my teeth, breathed past the frantic beat of my heart and spun round with my fists up.

  “Come on… - Ethan?” I practically passed out when I saw him studying my fists with a humorous expression.

  “Gonna take me on, Jen?”

  Everything, every single emotion right then turned into anger and I ploughed into him with all my rage. “You stupid twat…” I ground out as I punched his chest repeatedly.

  “Hey, hey…” he soothed as he grabbed my fists.

  “You… you…” I broke down, all the adrenaline and fear turning me into a blubbering mess, “I thought… I thought…”

  My hiccups and distress stole my words as Ethan huddled me into him. His hand stroked my hair rhythmically as I sobbed into his chest; his firm, solid, wonderful chest.

  Oh God!

  I coughed slightly and pulled back. “Don’t ever do that again, Ethan. I thought…”

  “You thought I was Jake?” he finished for me with a lift of his brow.

  I glanced at the floor and pulled in a breath.

  “Jen?”

  “It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”

  He barked out a laugh. “I wasn’t sneaking on you. I was making sure you got home safe, you stupid woman. Don’t ever, ever walk home alone again!”

  “Stupid? Stupid? Jesus Christ Ethan, do you even… Arghhhh. Why are you always so bloody maddening?”

  His lip tilted at the edge and I swallowed back the flutter in my heart and the throb in my belly at the familiarity of it. He always stole my heart with his boyish grin and even if he looked different now, it hadn’t done anything to dampen my desire for him. He was still bloody stunning.

  I swallowed heavily on that thought as my eyes raked over the magnificence of Ethan Hart. God, he was utter perfection. Stood before me in his customary knee length combat shorts that hugged his magnificent arse, a simple grey t-shirt that skimmed across the solid muscles of his chest and his strong arms that I knew could hold onto me in the most violent moments of my passion.

  “It’s those super powers, baby” he whispered as he took a step into me, “make every woman hot for me, ya’ know.” He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back.

  Oh, Goddd.

  I was struggling to breathe so I just nodded, not caring that he had caught me ogling him.

  His eyes found mine and I frowned at the anguish in them. “Why are you doing this to us, Ethan? I love you. I want you, hell if I were any wetter we’d be in the fucking ocean. I need you, Ethan. I need you to breathe, I need you to live. I’m so bloody… broken without you.”

  His eyes closed as he traced the tip of my nose with his. “Please…” I choked out, my pride and dignity thrown in the gutter. I needed him, it was that simple.

  “Jen…” he choked out the whisper and I whimpered as his lips brushed so gently over mine.

  “Please” I repeated with my own whisper as I lifted my hands to his beautiful face and palmed his cheeks.

  His eyes flicked over every part of my face and I let him read all the love I held for him, let him see all the need inside me and let him find the truth.

  “Oh, shit, Jen… I can’t do this to you. I can’t ruin your life like mine is. I want so much more for you than… than this.”

  “No, Ethan. Please… I love you, all of you, all your good bits and all your bad bits.” I didn’t care that I was begging. My life and soul were now slipping down the drain with my pride and dignity. “Please…”

  He rolled his lips, sucking them in behind his teeth as he shook his head. “I won’t let you do this, Jen. You are beautiful and I’m just… ugly. Fucking ugly as fuck and you… you… I heard what you said to that guy, I don’t want that for you, having to defend me, Jen. It’s… it’s just, wrong.”

  “Damn you!” I now shouted at him. “My stomach is too round, my hips are too wide, my teeth are crooked, my nose is twisted and my arse, well, we won’t even discuss the size of that thing.”

  He opened his mouth to speak but I quietened him with two fingers on his lips. “One of my toes is larger than the one next to it; my hair gets greasy after two days of not washing it, my thumb clicks when I pinch it with my forefinger. I’m broken and ugly too, Ethan. But you don’t see that, you see me and I see you Ethan, all of you, every inch of you and it’s all fucking perfect.”

  I dropped to my knees before him, on the pavement by the roadside as I stared up at him, my eyes pleading and my heart begging.

  His eyes widened as he stared down at me, “Jen, what are you doing?”

  “You know what Ethan, I’m not gonna accept it. Not from you. After thirteen years of wanting you, you finally make it possible for us, but now you’re pushing me away. Well, no, NO. I don’t care about what you look like, you know why? Because I’m proud of how you look, damn proud because you wear the scars of a warrior, baby. A man who stood up for his woman and risked his own life to make sure she was safe. I know why you took them on, Ethan. I’m not as stupid as you think. Thought if they were at you then they’d leave me alone? Yeah?”

  He looked away from me, his face hiding the truth but I knew. I had known as soon as he had pushed me back what he was going to do.

  “But now, after you did that for me, you’re telling me you don’t want me. Bullshit, utter bullshit. Well, I’m not proud; I’ll beg, I’ll grovel, I don’t care. All I care about is you… and me. I want this, Ethan. I want you, how you are and how you come.”

  I shuffled further towards him, still on my knees, the gravel and dirt digging through my stockings and tearing the flesh on my knees. “Marry me.”

  His gasp was loud in the quiet of the night but it was the look in his eyes that was deafening. It was like a light had been switched on somewhere and he was back. His twinkle, the sparkle that made him Ethan, shone through. His utter happiness reflected back and the beat of his heart pulsed in his irises.

  “Jen?” his soft voice seemed ethereal, like it was floating around us as he dropped to his knees before me and cupped my cheeks.

  His eyes were showing me each and every emotion as I braced his face and smashed my mouth over his.

  His kiss was like the rain after a hot day, like the sun after the snow and my whole essence basked in it.

  A deep throat
y moan rumbled from him as he deepened the kiss and twisted my hair in his fingers almost torturously. I returned his moan with one of my little whimpers that I knew drove him wild and he growled low at me.

  A car pipped as it past us and Ethan broke away with a loud laugh. “Think we might get arrested if I take you here?”

  I pursed my lips in deliberation as I considered the choices, “Maybe. I think you better take me home, and then you can take me any which way you want me.”

  His eyes lit up further as a sly grin lifted his lips, “I’ve always fancied it in the shower.”

  My eyes widened on him. “You’ve never had sex in the shower?”

  He shook his head as a slight red tinge fluttered on his cheeks, “I was always frightened of slipping and hurting little Boss.”

  I swallowed harshly as the giggle threatened to pop. “I’ll hold you up, Ethan.”

  He beamed at me, “Will you look after little Boss?”

  “It would be my pleasure, baby.”

  Chapter 39

  6 MONTHS LATER

  I blew out a steadying breath as Zoe and the others closed the door behind them as they left me alone for a while. I stared in the floor length mirror; my eyes scanning over myself as my stomach fluttered nervously.

  I wasn’t nervous at what was to come today, more anxious that I wasn’t good enough. Would I be a good wife to the most perfect man on the planet? Would I be everything he needed? Could I give him everything he needed?

  He had come a long way in the last 6 months. Determination was a wonderful word and I now looked at that word humbly, because Ethan was the epitome of it.

  He had accepted that, finally, I loved him for who he was, how he looked and what he meant to me.

  Many operations had hidden most of the scars on his face and neck. His body, not so much; there was only so much the surgeons could do with what bit of skin was available to them, but to me, he was the most stunning man ever.

  His hair had grown to quite a length now and I think it helped him to hide behind it, but we would cross each bridge when we walked up to it and for now, he was doing great.

  A faint knock resounded on my door and I huffed as I pulled on my robe and went to answer it.

  “Ethan!” I chastised when he pushed himself into my room, “You shouldn’t be here. It’s bad luck.”

  He pushed me against the wall and propelled his hips into me, his hard erection demanding my attention.

  I lifted my eyebrows at him and he gave me his boyish grin. “Baby, I need you so much.” He rasped as his teeth nipped along my jaw. “I can’t wait, Jen. You’ve made me wait ten bloody days and I keep picturing you walking towards me, and Little Boss is so fucking excited he ordered me to bring him to Little Miss Jen.”

  “You know, Ethan. That is really not sexy; it really does nothing in turning me on. It just makes me want to giggle.”

  The sly smile he gave me brought on a gasp before he sucked and bit the flesh on the side of my neck, “How about this?”

  I shivered and moaned as my breathing sped up.

  “And this?” he whispered as he spun me round, swept my hair aside and licked the nape of my neck, from my left shoulder to my right. “I know that bottom lip of yours is trembling, Jen.”

  I nodded slightly as my eyes shut and my breathing grew even deeper.

  I was turned again and my eyes found his. “You gonna show me your wedding underwear?” he asked as he scanned my robe.

  I smiled naughtily. “You wanna see my lingerie, what I’m wearing for you?” I asked sensually as I palmed his erection underneath his thin flowery… quite gross actually, Bermuda shorts.

  He pulled in a heavy breath as he nodded and stepped back to inspect me as I opened my robe for him.

  His eyes widened before his eyes fluttered closed and he groaned loudly, “Sweet Jesus, baby. You could have warned me.”

  I ran my hands over my bare body as I looked at him through my hooded eyelids, “I’m not gonna be wearing any underwear, baby.” I whispered as I planted a soft kiss on his nose.

  His hands grasped the tops of my arms and pushed me once again so my back thudded on the wall before his mouth descended on one of my breasts and his tongue circled around the edge of my hard nipple.

  My mouth fell open and I pulled a large breath in, releasing it heavily as his teeth nipped at me. My chest rose and fell profoundly as his mouth expertly tantalized my hot skin, his tongue and teeth showing me just how much his need for me roused him.

  I laughed at myself when I exhaled loudly, “God, I sound like one of those weirdo’s who rings you at 3am and wants to know what colour underwear you’re wearing.” I tipped my head to the side and laughed, “A bit like you, Ethan.”

  He looked up at me without removing his lips from my breast. “Do you mind, I’m trying to seduce my future wife here.”

  I grinned at him as I cupped his cheek, “You’re wife in about two hours.”

  He beamed at me, his beautiful face lifting into the most stunning smile I had ever seen. “Fuck, yes.”

  I giggled as he journeyed back up until his mouth covered mine and he controlled me in one of his unique fantastic kisses. The one where I both knew he desired me but also filled me with every bit of his love.

  “Put your legs around me, Jen. I need to be inside you.”

  I scowled at him a little, “But you’ll ruin my hair, Ethan.”

  His eyes lifted and studied my hair which was pinned up with tiny exquisite pins. “It makes you look pretty” he whispered as his finger stroked over my cheekbone.

  I smiled in satisfaction at his words, glad that he approved. It was for him after all.

  He smiled wider as he pulled out a pin, then another, then another until there was none left and my hair fell to my shoulders. “Now you look beautiful.”

  My heart fluttered and I swallowed back the tears. “Why are you so damn perfect?” I asked him as his nose circled the tip of mine.

  “Super powers, baby. Now lift.”

  I shook my head slowly, “You have to wait for tonight, Ethan. When I’m Mrs Hart… again.”

  He scoffed loudly and shook his head as slowly as I had. “Oh no, Mrs Hart. You’re mine now. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that. You’ve been mine since we were sixteen, baby.”

  His hand encompassed my breast tenderly and I closed my eyes, desperately fighting against my desire for him. “Think about how good you feel when I slide into you, baby. My hard cock in your perfect wet pussy. Think about how amazing I feel inside you, moving in and out so slowly that your whole body shudders against mine.”

  “Oh Goddd, Ethan.”

  “Think about how hard I make you come, baby. How hard your orgasm tears through you and touches every inch of your soul.”

  “Fuck it!” I snapped as I grabbed his beautiful soft hair and pulled his mouth to mine; kissing him with relish and a desire so fierce I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I jumped up and he caught me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  He fumbled around until he slid his wide cock inside me and we both groaned in satisfaction after ten days of nothing.

  “Shit, slow down, Jen” he murmured when I started riding him hard and fast, “I won’t last.”

  He pulled away from the wall and walked us over to the bed where he lay me down gently. “I love you so much, Jen. I can never tell you enough. How you make me feel, how you make me smile…” he breathed against my neck as he moved inside me slowly, tenderly and deeply. “How you make me happy, how you make me love life and how you make me… me.”

  His piercings slid across the walls of me so exquisitely I was shaking with the approach of an orgasm that would blow us both to bits. “I want us to come together, baby. I wanna fill you as you tighten around me.”

  “Uh-huh. You ready then cos’ I’m gonna explode right about… Now!”

  He cried my name loudly as he ejaculated so deeply I could feel the torrent in my womb as he rested his fore
head against mine and locked me down with a gaze so full of love I never wanted to look away.

  “Ethan…” I choked as my neck cracked and my toes near snapped at the force of my climax. “God!!”

  “Uh-uh, Superman, baby.”

  I grinned at him and slapped his arm lightly. “So much for Superman, you couldn’t even last until tonight.”

  “I needed my spinach.” He shrugged as he rolled us over until I was stretched out over him.

  I placed a gentle kiss on each of the scars adorning his face with slight hesitation but I swallowed back the emotion when it triggered a slight shudder from him. “Fuck, Jen. Anymore and I’ll be ready to go again.”

  I cocked my head at him and smiled widely. It was the first time he had ever let me touch his scars and the moment would be engrained in my memory forever. “Does it turn you on when I kiss them?”

  He shrugged and rolled his hips, his cock growing by the second whilst it was still inside me.

  I nodded reverently, “Oh wow, this is a good thing, baby. Your future wife is extremely pleased with this.”

  He smiled softly at me before his finger gently stroked the length of my nose. “Kiss them again” he whispered.

  I could feel my heart in my throat with the resoluteness he spoke with. My eyes flicked from his eyes to his scars and back to his eyes before I leaned forward and open mouth kissed a particularly large scar. A slight moan rumbled in his chest and I repeated the action on another.