And no, she didn’t get to bring Ragnar home, but he had found a family to adopt him. Reagan liked to think that maybe she played an important part in that for him, helping to get him ready for a family’s love.
In some way, maybe Ethan did the same for her. All the things she wanted would come to her in time. She had faith in that.
She watched the numbers light up as the elevator carried her closer to her floor. Finally, the doors open and she stepped out, shifting and readjusting the empty boxes to get a better grip. She started to walk toward her apartment, her free hand digging in her purse for her house key. She was so distracted she nearly collided with something running toward her.
“What the hell?” she said, caught by surprise.
She looked down to see a big, black lab with a goofy smile and a bright red bow tied around his neck.
She squealed with delight and dropped the boxes, kneeling in front of Ragnar. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he offered her his wet, sloppy kisses.
“What is happening? Why are you here?” she cried.
She looked around to see if she was on some sort of hidden camera show.
“How? Why?” she sputtered.
She looked down the hall and saw Penny walking toward her with Ragnar’s leash in her hand. She gave Reagan a big smile and helped her up.
“Penny, what is this? Did you do this? Is he mine?” Reagan asked, trying to process what was happening.
Ragnar stood between them, looking at one and then the other. Reagan scratched him behind his ears.
“Yes, he’s yours. I hope you don’t mind, I used the key you gave me to wait here for you. I knew you’d be home after you went to the Senior Center. What took you so long?”
Reagan chuckled and shook her head.
“Of course I don’t mind. You’ll never believe this, but I went to the shelter to bring this goofball home myself. Kate told me he was adopted. It broke my heart,” she said. “Why did you do this, Penny?”
Penny bent down, picked up the empty boxes and gestured for Reagan to follow her into the apartment. Reagan grabbed Ragnar’s collar. He didn’t need much encouragement. He would follow her anywhere.
Penny put the key in the door and turned to look at Reagan, smiling slyly.
“Let’s go in,” she said.
Reagan narrowed her eyes. She wondered what Penny was up to.
Penny opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Reagan to slip past her. Ragnar ran ahead, bounding into his new home with delight.
Reagan looked up and saw him running toward a figure standing in the middle of the room.
Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized Ethan. She shook her head, confused and thrilled, happy and scared all at once.
Ragnar jumped up on Ethan, trying to lick his face.
“Ragnar, down,” Reagan said.
The dog immediately dropped to a sit and cocked his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Ethan laughed.
“Looks like he knows who’s in charge too.”
Reagan grinned, still in shock that Ethan was there. She walked over slowly.
Ethan held out his arms to her and she slipped into his embrace, accepting his hug.
Penny shut the door and walked toward them.
“You asked if I did this, Reagan,” Penny said.
Reagan turned to look at her.
“It wasn’t me. Ethan came in early this morning and introduced himself to the staff. As soon as I heard him mention Ragnar by name, I came out to meet him. He told me he was there for you and I invited him into my office to chat. He told me the whole story. Now I understand why you couldn’t tell me who your mystery man was.”
She grinned.
Reagan nodded, encouraging her to continue.
“Anyway, he told me that he wanted to adopt Ragnar for you. How could I refuse?”
Reagan looked at Ethan, his soft smile weakening her knees.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispered. “I thought you were gone forever.”
Ethan pulled her close again and looked deep into her eyes.
She met his gaze, her heart filling with gratitude.
He cupped her face in his hands and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. His mouth was tender and loving and Reagan kissed him back, tears moistening her eyes.
When she pulled back, he saw her tears and wiped them away with his thumbs.
“I’m here for as long as you’ll have me,” he promised.
He slipped an arm around Reagan as she turned toward Penny.
Penny hooked the leash on Ragnar’s collar, a smile on her lips.
“I’m going to take Ragnar home for the night, give you both some alone time. The boys will love it.”
She patted Ragnar on the side.
“Can I pick him up tomorrow?” Reagan asked.
Penny smiled.
“Ray, I don’t mind dropping him off. I’ll pick up some food and supplies for him too so he can settle right in. He’s going to be so happy with you.”
Reagan hugged Penny tightly. She was so grateful to have such a good person in her life.
“Let me give you some cash,” she said, grabbing her purse.
She pulled three twenties from her wallet and handed them to Penny.
“Thank you, Penny. For everything.”
She took Penny’s hands in hers and the two friends looked at each other with so much love words were unnecessary.
The dog came over and nuzzled Reagan’s leg, not wanting to be left out of the bond. She reached down and scratched him behind the ears.
“You behave yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Reagan handed his leash to Penny.
“Text me before you come,” she said with a smirk.
Penny laughed and looked back at Ethan. He raised his eyebrows and nodded in complete agreement.
“You got it. It will probably be later in the morning, most likely lunch time,” she said with a wink. “Come on, boy.”
Reagan gently shut the door behind her.
She could feel Ethan close in behind her. She inhaled deeply as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her tight. She leaned back, exposing her neck to him. That must have been the invitation he was waiting for, because he instantly kissed the flesh of her neck, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.
She nodded, so aroused by his touch it took everything she had to keep her knees from buckling under her.
“Later,” she purred.
She spun around and put her arms around his neck. He kissed her passionately, teasing her mouth with his tongue. She felt his erection growing against her and reached down to touch his pants. Her hand brushed over the mound in his jeans.
“Ethan,” she whispered.
She said his name quietly.
He pulled back and searched her eyes.
“Yes,” he said, his voice cracking with passion.
“You’ve been coasting on your good looks long enough. It is time to put your talents to use,” she teased.
He laughed and began opening her jeans.
She was so wet for him, craving his touch so deeply, that she had goosebumps.
“Not here,” she said, “in my bedroom.”
He cupped his hands under her butt and lifted her off the floor. She laughed and tucked her legs around his waist, kissing him again. He carried her to the only room in her apartment he hadn’t yet been invited into.
Chapter Forty-Three
Ethan
Ethan couldn't hold back any longer. He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her warm mouth parted, inviting in his tongue.
They kissed deeply and passionately as he carried her to the bedroom, pushing the door open with her back.
In his haste, Ethan knocked over her bedside lamp and Reagan laughed.
“Sorry,” he said.
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bsp; “Ethan, I don’t care. Just please fuck me, and don’t hold back.”
He tore open her blouse, revealing her silky pink bra. He shuddered at the sight of her cleavage, held perfectly by the lacy cups of the bra.
She willingly slipped the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her smooth, white skin.
His hands eagerly caressed her curves, his finger tracing the line along the top of her bra. His cock was so rigid he thought he’d burst with anticipation.
He pushed her back on the bed and pulled down her jeans. They gathered around her ankles and he crouched down to take off her boots and then the jeans.
She spread her legs and he rose up between them, his tongue trailing up the inside of her thighs and over the outside of her silky panties.
Reagan giggled and squirmed as he tongued her panties, pressing against the still covered lips of her pussy.
“I can’t wait until you’re finally inside me,” she sighed.
“Me neither, baby,” Ethan said.
He pulled his t-shirt over his head and flung it across the room. She sat up and began fumbling with his jeans. The moment she got them open, she reached inside and grabbed his cock.
“Hello there,” she cooed.
It was firm and thick in her hand, and Ethan saw her eyes widen as she was reminded just how well endowed he was. She pulled down his jeans and boxers and he stepped out of them.
“Get on your knees,” Ethan said.
Reagan flashed a look up at him, but he knew his assertiveness thrilled her. She was used to telling men what to do, but she liked this just as much, if not more.
She knelt in front of him and took his cock to her mouth, tentatively at first. Her tongue gently explored the length of the shaft, her lips teasing the tip. She flicked her tongue over the opening, lapping up his beads of pre-cum.
“Reagan, you have the mouth of an angel,” Ethan teased.
His desire swelled, filling her mouth as his cock grew even longer and thicker.
She began to eagerly work her mouth and tongue on him, taking him deep into her throat and licking the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Ethan shuddered with pleasure.
Reagan’s mouth was warm and deep and delicious and he felt like pouring himself into her throat. She easily kept rhythm with the pace of his hips as he thrust himself deeply into her. He knit his fingers through her hair, guiding her head back and forth at the pace that kept him on the verge of climax, but didn’t quite take him all the way.
She looked up at him and met his eyes. He smiled devilishly at her.
“Oh god woman, you’re making me crazy,” he groaned.
His words encouraged her to take him even deeper into her mouth and throat. He moaned and slowly pulled away from her.
“I’m going to cum if you keep that up, baby. And as much as I’d like to, I’ve had my heart set on that sweet little pussy of yours for some time. Come here,” he said as he raised her to her feet.
He kissed her mouth once again, his hands exploring every curve of her naked body as his tongue explored her mouth.
He slid his hand between her legs, easily locating her clit and he massaged her gently through her soaking panties. The sounds of her hushed moans and soft gasps excited him beyond words.
“Reagan, I’m going to cum so hard inside you you’re going to scream,” he said.
She moaned with desire and wrapped her hand tightly around his cock and squeezed.
“Oh yeah. You better give me all you got, big boy.”
He smiled. She still thought she was in control of the situation.
She was wrong.
He put his hands on her shoulders and gently coaxed her down onto the bed.
“Sit,” he commanded.
She sat down and reached out for him.
“Ah,” he teased, stepping back. “Not yet, naughty girl. Put your hands by your side."
She looked at him mischievously and smiled.
“What are you up to?" she asked, searching his eyes and reaching for him again.
He laughed softly.
“You’re not the only one who can give orders, my love. Now, hands at your side. If you don't do as I say, I may have to tie you up,” he teased.
"Really?" she smirked, ”You should know, I’m not comfortable giving up control."
He stepped forward and put the tip of his cock to her lips.
“Yes, I’m well aware of that, Reagan, but this time you’re going to do things my way."
She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed his cock against her lips and she had to suck him instead.
She gave up and placed her hands at her side.
“Better," he whispered, and ran the tip of his cock around the perfect shape formed by her lips.
Then he knelt in front of her, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. With a single powerful pull, he ripped them from her, the elastic snapping and the lace easily tearing away.
She smiled, impressed by his little trick.
He placed a hand on each of her thighs and gently opened her legs, exposing her delicious pussy. She shuddered in anticipation as the air chilled her moist folds.
He kneeled up and brought the tip of his throbbing erection against the lips of her pussy. She was so wet that her juice glistened on his tip.
She inhaled sharply as his tip pressed against her pussy lips, but he pulled back before entering.
He put his arms around her and unclasped her bra, then slipped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He looked at her for a moment, admiring her nakedness.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life, Reagan.”
She looked into his eyes and something told her she could believe him. This man, this star who’d seen it all, was telling the truth.
“Really, Ethan?” she whispered, so quietly he barely heard her.
“Really, Reagan.”
He tossed her bra to the floor and brought his mouth to her nipple. He felt it harden against his tongue as Reagan sighed with desire and pleasure. He smiled at the thought of how badly she wanted him. She was desperate for him, and he wasn’t going to show any mercy.
She was his now, at last. He had her right where he wanted her, and he wanted it to last forever.
He put his mouth over her other nipple, letting his teeth graze her flesh. She pulled in her breath, anticipating pain, but was met with intense pleasure instead. Her hands reached out to touch his hair but he grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back.
"Hmmmm ... now you are being naughty. I told you to keep your hands down."
“What happens if I’m naughty?” she purred.
She struggled against his grip and he felt his pleasure swell. He knew she was turned on by his assertiveness.
“Whatever I want,” he said.
“Okay,” she gasped, her green eyes glazing over.
He knew she was ready to submit to him and that excited him. He pushed her back.
“Lay back on the bed and open your legs for me."
She smiled and obeyed.
“First, I want to taste you," he said as he buried his face between her legs.
Ethan was so hot for her, so ready to cum inside her, but he couldn’t help prolonging the moment a little longer. His tongue covetously lapped at her pussy and he swallowed every drop of her juice.
She mewed quietly as he began sucking, gently at first and then more forcefully, on her clit.
His cock throbbed and pulsed, desperate to get inside her. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. He sucked and nibbled her clit, and although he didn’t know her body well yet, he knew she’d cum soon.
Unable to control her pleasure, Reagan let out a primal moan, grinding herself into his face as she convulsed in ecstasy, her juices spilling into his mouth.
His hand found her pussy and he rubbed his open palm up and down, spreading her wetness around. His fingers probed her hole and he plunged two of them inside her.
Reagan
gasped with pleasure. His fingers easily found her G-spot and he expertly applied the perfect amount of pressure.
Waves of orgasm rushed over her, sending every muscle in her body into contractions and convulsions of pleasure she never knew were possible.
As he stroked her, her entire body rocked. She held nothing back as the electricity coursed through her body. Ethan’s jaw dropped, spellbound by her uninhibited pleasure.
Reagan lay back on the bed, her eyes shut, as her orgasm subsided.
“Wow,” Ethan said.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Reagan begged, breathlessly.
He climbed up over her and looked down into her eyes. His cock rubbed against her wet pussy and twitched, almost sending him over the edge.
She pressed herself up against him, begging him to penetrate her.
“Can I touch you now?"she asked cheekily.
Ethan smiled. “Absolutely," he growled.
Her hands reached out for him, exploring his body while she kissed him fervently.
Her eagerness was contagious. He leaned in to take her but she pushed him back and quickly rolled on top of him. He felt the swell of her breasts and the heat of her pussy against his body. She kissed him again, her tongue teasing his, while she rubbed her wet pussy against his thigh. Her passion quickly rose as the friction brought her to another breathless orgasm.
“I love making you cum," Ethan whispered.
She looked at him and smiled, her hair dangling loosely around her face, the heat of her orgasm reddening her cheeks.
She straddled him and raised her body just enough for his cock to find her opening. Then, she mounted him, slow and deliberate, her eyes focused on his. She gasped as his cock slid up into her, the pleasure surging deep within her. She rocked her body over him, her honey wetness pouring over his cock. He held her by the waist as she fucked him, enjoying the waves of his own pleasure.
As her body convulsed into yet another wave of orgasm, he lifted her up and threw her onto the mattress next to him.
She was face down and he quickly climbed onto her.
He wrapped his fist in her hair and then held her down at the neck.
She lifted her ass and swayed from left to right, inviting him in.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he gasped.
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