by Nikki Chase
While I have both my hands on Ethan's shirt, trying to take it off, he leans all the way back onto the bed. I lose my balance as he pulls me down with him, chuckling when I cry out with surprise.
“This, too,” he says as he unhooks my bra, yanks it off, and throw it in the air. For someone who lives such a sober, responsible life, Ethan sure knows how to have fun in bed.
I laugh, although my eyes remain fixated on him as he removes his shirt, revealing his magnificent body. My pussy misses the pressure of his hard-on, so I lower myself down and get back to riding him, moaning when a stroke feels particularly good.
“Are you ready?” Ethan asks as something wicked glints in his eyes.
“What for?” I ask with concern. I trust Ethan to take care of me and make sure I feel good, but I don't know what to expect.
“For me to rock your world.” After this vague answer, he does something that makes it crystal clear just what he wants.
He rolls me over until I’m on my back and takes my nipple into his mouth, bathing it with the warmth and wetness of his lips and tongue. I surprise myself when my sigh turns into a moan, and a sexy one at that.
It's not that I’m not aware of my sexuality, but I’ve only ever used it as a tool. I focused on making my appearance enticing to men in power. When I got the internship at The Goss, for example, I’m pretty sure the HR manager hired me so he could ask me out—which he did, a few times.
But my sexuality has never been something I enjoy for myself, and now Ethan's showing me how to do just that.
I raise my hips off the bed to let Ethan slide my jeans off, and he gives my nipple one last lick, flattening his tongue and brushing against the hardened little pebble. Then, he yanks off both my jeans and my panties, and I’m completely naked.
Ethan kneels between my legs and stares at my body as I lie before him, bared and vulnerable. Out of embarrassment, I pull my legs together. But Ethan places his hands on my thighs, keeping them spread.
“You’re going to keep these legs open for me,” he commands in a voice I can't say no to. He asks, “Is that clear?”
I nod.
“Good,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
I don't know where to focus. He makes every cell of my body come alive.
His blue eyes roams over my body, like he has just bought himself a new car and is now admiring it, like I belong to him and I please him. His erection strains the front of his jeans, mirroring the way my pussy is yearning for him, pulsing and throbbing.
I’m about to pull his pants off when he suddenly grabs my ankles and turns me over. I shriek again and he chuckles.
I push myself off the bed with my elbows, but Ethan grabs my wrists from behind me. He pins them against my own back and pushes me down.
“Bad kitty,” he whispers darkly in my ear as he hovers over me. “Stay still.”
I turn my head to the side. With my cheek against the soft bedsheets, I look behind me, but I still can't see him clearly.
I can feel him, though. Damn, can I feel him.
I shudder as he trails kisses up and down my spine. My heart races; I can’t tell where his lips are going to land next, and it keeps me guessing.
“You’re so wet you’re staining the bedsheets, kitten,” he says as he puts his hand over my pussy. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you?”
“Yeah,” I answer breathlessly.
Running his fingers between my folds, he continues to kiss my back.
With my hands restrained and my legs spread by Ethan's powerful thighs, all I can do is hold on as my body shudders from Ethan's skillful manipulation.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” I faintly hear Ethan unzip his pants, and I realize he's no longer restraining my hands. It only takes one of his fingers right on the hood of my clit to keep me still now. It's crazy how even the lightest touch from him affects me so much.
When he gets on top of me, his chest on my back, he's already naked. I can tell because his hot, hard cock slips between my thighs. He slides back and forth along my slit, teasing me as he grabs my hair and bites the back of my neck.
“Ethan,” I moan, spreading my legs wider for him. I clutch the bedsheets, letting his strength and sensuality overwhelm me.
“Tell me what you want, kitten,” he says, nibbling my earlobe.
“I want you inside me.” I don't know what comes over me, but I’ve lost all of my inhibitions. Now there's only one thing on my mind, one thing that I want. “Please, Ethan, I want you inside me.”
“As you wish,” he whispers. He lines the head of his cock against my opening and spears inside me, burying himself to the hilt. Unlike the first time, now he enters smoothly, aided by my overflowing wetness.
I whimper and quiver when as he slides in and out of me with his thick, hard cock. He thrusts at an angle so he's hitting me at my sweet spot.
“Fuck, kitten. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not going to last long. You’re so damn sexy.”
“Do it,” I sigh.
“Do what? What do you want?” Ethan asks urgently.
“Do it. Come inside me. Don't hold back.”
Ethan goes quiet, even though he keeps thrusting into me faster and harder. “And here I thought you couldn't talk dirty to me.”
“Fuck me hard, Ethan,” I moan desperately, ignoring his teasing. I want to be used. I want him to satisfy his lust with my body. Like a mantra, I repeat, “Fuck me hard and come inside me.”
Ethan gets up to his knees. I miss his weight and his warmth on my back. But by the way he’s roughly grabbing onto my waist with his powerful hands now, I know he's about to get serious.
He pins me down against the bed and pulls me back onto his cock. Soon, I’m crying out into the mattress, my body shaking uncontrollably as Ethan growls and slams into me again and again, until his whole body stills all of a sudden—only his cock continues moving, twitching and spurting inside me.
He leans his sweaty body on top of me, careful not to crush me with his weight. He grabs my hair again firmly, although with no urgency this time. He whispers, “You little minx.”
I smile and reach behind me to stroke his thick, dark hair. My smile grows even wider when he sighs with contentment and drops his head on the bed.
“Don't ever leave again,” he says.
“I won't,” I blurt out before I can think.
When my brain starts working again, I realize with surprise that I mean it. It's not just the happy brain chemicals from my orgasm talking.
“I love you.” Ethan gazes softly into my eyes, looking strong and vulnerable at the same time.
“I love you, too,” I say.
Epilogue
Megan—One Year Later
“Megan, did you really use to think that being incarcerated meant being burned alive?” Penny asks, grinning at me mockingly as her little feet sink into the sand.
“Mom, what have you been telling her?” I ask, half-shouting so she can hear me. She's smiling in the sun as she gets closer, her skin still wet from having been in the resort swimming pool. She looks happier and more beautiful than I’ve seen her in years.
“Just some old stories,” she says.
“‘Incarceration’ and ‘incineration’ sound similar,” I say to Penny, shrugging.
“And to think I take grammar and vocabulary advice from you,” Penny says, shaking her head.
“Hey, that was a long time ago. I must've been, like, six,” I protest, getting defensive despite my attempt at staying cool.
“Twelve,” Mom corrects me.
“Hey, whose side are you on, Mom?” I ask. “Wait. Twelve, really? Damn.”
“Yes, honey, really,” Mom says, smiling as she turns around to follow Penny, who’s already laughing and wandering off toward the water.
When I turn to look at Ethan, he's grinning at me from his wicker lounge chair, which is identical to mine. “So did you think people got arrested and then burned alive?”
“He
y, I just used to misspell the words, okay? I didn't confuse the meanings.”
“Okay,” Ethan says, laughing as he moves his hair out of his face. I can't help but notice the wedding band on his finger—a mark that he's all mine. I still can't believe my luck sometimes.
Without thinking, my fingers rub my own wedding band. Not long after I moved back into our apartment, we decided to start wearing our wedding bands again. No pomp, no ceremony.
One morning, I just came across the rings in a drawer and said that we should start wearing them again. Ethan was happy to oblige.
“Are you sure you don't want a real wedding, kitten?” Ethan asks, as if he can read my mind.
This is not the first time he asks about having a “real wedding,” like a vow renewal and a reception. We’ve already had the paperwork taken care of the first time we got married in his office, so we won't have to repeat that.
“Yeah.” I’ve been telling him I’d rather use the time and money to travel as a family, which is why we’re here now.
“You know we can afford to have a family vacation and a wedding, right?” Ethan asks.
I laugh. “Yeah, I know you have truckloads of money.”
“‘We,’” Ethan says, correcting me. “Whatever is mine is yours now. It has been one year, kitten. When are you going to realize that?”
“I don't know. Sometimes I just can't believe how lucky I am. Everything still seems like a dream.”
“It's okay. We have all the time in the world,” he says with a smile.
“Yeah.” I return his smile. We may not have exchanged any real vows, but I don't doubt for one moment that Ethan plans to stay in my life forever. “Real wedding” or not, he’s the love of my life. He's the person I want to grow old with.
What's a wedding for, anyway? I’ve seen too many dysfunctional marriages to believe in the institution. A marriage certificate didn't stop my dad from leaving.
We’re a family. Just another American family in the Caribbean, enjoying a vacation.
Right now, we’re just Ethan, Megan, and Penny. Oh, and my Mom—she’s the matriarch now that she has a step-grandchild.
Mom has never had the money to travel before, so I was ecstatic when Ethan said there's enough room for her in his—I mean our—private jet. She makes a great babysitter; it warms my heart to watch her play with Penny.
True to her words, Mom has been spending more time in the city, staying over every couple of weeks, giving Ethan and me some opportunities to be alone.
Mom has been making comments, comparing my relationship with hers. It's slowly dawning on her that she can do better than Frank, that she can hope for a healthy relationship like the one I have with Ethan.
I’m hoping this vacation will give her some space to think and make plans.
She's always welcome in our home, of course. But she’d probably want to keep her home and kick Frank out, and that’ll take some time. Luckily, we have Ethan’s team of lawyers on our side. Oops, I just did it again—our team of lawyers, I mean.
The legal team should be able to resolve things pretty quickly, even if they are getting busy with the upcoming case against Lucas Murdoch. At my urging, Ethan has been taking the complaints of people who were wronged by Primaland and having his lawyer prepare a case on their behalf.
Previously, he was worried that countering Murdoch’s attacks against him would incite him to do something worse and affect Penny in some way. But after lengthy talks with Penny, he realized that she’s old enough to understand what's going on, and she fully supports the lawsuit.
Taking care of Lucas Murdoch will take care of Ashley as well. Without his money and the might of his PR team behind her, there won’t be much she can do.
Hopefully, everything will go smoothly and we’ll be able to help everyone—my Mom, as well as Lucas Murdoch’s victims.
I think this experience has made Ethan more mindful of how his giant corporation can affect small, local businesses. Despite his shareholders’ protests, he has decided to scale down on his expansion plan so his team can conduct extensive research and make sure to take local communities into full consideration.
But whether we succeed or not, the main thing is that our little family is happy—including Mom, even if she's still technically living with Frank, at least for the next couple of months.
We’re happy, healthy, and we stick together.
After going through a few tumultuous years, I’ve learned not to take things for granted. There are always going to be problems in life—sometimes big and sometimes, thankfully, small. But with Ethan on my side, I feel like I can do anything.
Honestly, I haven't said this to anyone, but I'm even thinking about maybe having a baby with Ethan.
Wait, don't get excited yet. I said maybe. In the future.
I still want to focus my energy on my career right now; in fact, I’ve just gotten a pretty good internship at a broadsheet newspaper right here in San Francisco.
It's just that I’d never found the idea of parenthood to be appealing. But then I look at Penny and I think, maybe it wouldn't be so bad; maybe it would be pretty cool. Just accepting it as a possibility is a big step for me.
“What are you thinking about?” Ethan asks, looking at me with that smile that makes my knees go weak. Luckily for me, I’m reclining on a lounge chair on the beach, relaxed as can be.
“You,” I answer honestly. “And our future together.”
Ethan takes my hand and strokes the back of it with his fingers. Our gazes lock, and I know he's thinking the same thing: everything is perfect just the way it is, and we can’t wait to grow old together.
The End
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Prologue
Ava
I nuzzle my face into Liam’s chest and mewl happily. He’s so warm and it feels cold outside the covers. I don’t want to leave the bed.
I feel Ollie stir behind me. “Hi, Ava,” he says in a hoarse, sleepy voice.
“Morning, Ollie.”
Ollie scoots closer to wrap his arm around me, spooning me. He moves my hair aside and comes closer, putting his lips right up against the back of my neck. “Morning, Ava.”
I gasp as a jolt of pleasure shoots from my sensitive neck, all the way down to my core.
I have two men in my bed. Two strong, gorgeous, sexy, men who are obviously into me, too.
This early in the morning, my brain seems to still be asleep. But my nerve endings aren’t. I can feel every little breath of Ollie’s that falls on my skin, and it kindles a hungry flame inside me.
“Do you like that, Ava?” Liam asks as he stares intently at me, his hungry eyes studying me.
“Yeah.” I bite down on my bottom lip to muffle a moan that’s threatening to escape.
“I can make it feel even better.” Liam smirks as he puts his hand on my hip, under the covers.
Liam keeps his gaze on my face, waiting for any sign of my disapproval. Seeing none, he drags his hand up my abdomen, slipping under my shirt. His fingers find my nipple already hard and erect. The smirk on his face grows wider.
Liam kneads my breasts as Ollie’s hand on my stomach pulls me back until I feel his hard morning wood poking against my butt cheeks.
It doesn’t take long until I can’t stifle my voice anymore. My lips part, letting my sighs and moans out.
“Lift up your hands, Ava,” Ollie says as he pulls my shirt up from the back.
I don’t sleep with a bra on, so as soon as the shirt comes off I’m naked from the waist up and lying on my side—not exactly a flattering angle for my breast
s. Gravity does strange things to them when I’m in this position.
Still, Liam doesn’t seem to mind. He shoots me a hungry smile as he kisses my throat and moves down to the valley between my breasts.
As Liam latches onto my nipple, Ollie’s hand wanders south and slips under the waistband of the sweatpants I wear to bed.
I gasp when his fingers find my lower lips. Instinctively, I arch my back, which only pushes my ass back against his hard package behind me.
“You’re wet,” Ollie whispers from behind me. “You like being with two guys at the same time, Ava?”
I want to shake my head, but Ollie would know I’m lying. My panties are drenched.
“Yeah.” My voice comes out in a sigh that’s heavily laced with arousal.
Suddenly, we hear three knocks on the door and stop, looking at one another.
It’s most likely the other Hunter brothers behind that door, and they’ve probably heard my want-filled moans . . .
Are they joining us?
Do I want them to?
Ava
I wasted three years of my life with a loser. Three precious years I’ll never get back. Even by my standards, what happened with Joseph was bad.
I don’t know why I have such bad luck with men. It’s not that I’m hideous and nobody wants me.
I have long, silky chestnut hair and almond-shaped green eyes, both of which get me regular compliments. I wish I was taller, but I’ve been told I have a proportional body.
Yes, I’ve put on a little bit of weight over summer holiday, but I can still fit into my clothes, although I’ll admit they’re a little tight.
I do get some male attention, but . . . I don’t know, I’m just not into the men who like me, and the men I like aren’t into me.
My mom says I’m too picky. She says when she was my age, she was already pregnant with me. She’s always been very domestic, my mom. And competitive.
She probably would’ve had more children if it weren’t for her endometriosis, which she got not long after giving birth to me. She tells me she cried and wailed in her doctor’s office he told her the disease had gotten so bad a hysterectomy was medically necessary.
