Chasing Honor (The Next Generation Book 2)

by Riley Edwards

  I zoned out during Honor’s explanation. I hadn’t seen the pictures she’d taken but I had noticed her taking them. It seemed every time I turned around Honor’s camera was in front of her face, and she was snapping pictures. It had dawned on me that Honor had documented our day, sans her. I pulled out my cellphone, opened the camera app and took a picture of the girls together.

  I vowed right then and there, Honor would never be left out again. I remembered what she’d said the first time I’d met her in the park.

  When memories start to fade it’s important to have a reminder.

  I wasn’t planning on forgetting, but I saw the beauty in the reminder.

  Our dinner came and Carson, as usual, dominated the conversation but this time it was different, she wasn’t directing all her questions at me. Honor and Carson carried on like Honor had always been part of our lives. They poked fun of me and laughed together. Carson filled Honor in on the latest family news—including that my brother was coming home on leave for a few days. It was a good time. No . . . a great time.

  We stopped at the candy store, loading up on enough treats for Carson to have a sugar rush for a month. Honor had insisted on getting the fried crickets. One package for her and Carson to try and a second for my dad.

  With ice cream cones in hand we walked River Street, taking in more sights, until we got to the Waving Girl statue that Carson was dying to see, even though she’d seen it every time we’d come to Savannah. She climbed onto the bench and threw her hands out, mimicking the sculpture. Honor’s camera came up and she started snapping pictures. I quickly pulled out my cell and, also caught the moment. Only I was focused on Honor focusing on Carson.

  Despite the ice cream and handful of M&M’s Carson had eaten she’d passed out in the backseat thirty minutes into our forty-five-minute drive home. She barely stirred when I carried her inside and changed her into her jammies and tucked her into bed. I hovered over her, staring down at my daughter. It was hard to believe she was eight. It was both just yesterday and a lifetime ago she came into my life. My parents had been right about one thing, I’d been too young to understand all the ways my life would change when I’d decided to keep Carson. But there has never been a second I regretted it. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like not having my daughter. She was the best part of me.

  I turned off her light and shut her door and made my way down the stairs to where Honor was waiting for me. I prayed I had enough left to give her. She deserved a man who could and would love her with his whole being. The kind of love my dad gave my mom. If Carson held my heart, would there be room for Honor?

  I found Honor in the kitchen rooting through the pantry moving boxes around in search of something.

  “Whatcha’ looking for?” I asked, and she jumped, banging her elbow on the open door.

  “Shit on a shingle you scared me to death.” She rubbed her elbow and went back to riffling through the fully stocked, thanks to her, pantry. “I thought Carson and I could make waffles tomorrow, but I don’t know if we have baking powder.”

  We.

  I liked that.

  “There’s a box of waffle mix right in front of you.”

  She glanced over her shoulder and scowled, completely affronted I would dare making such a ludicrous suggestion.

  “You don’t make homemade, Sunday-morning waffle goodness out of a box, Ethan. You spread out all the ingredients, measure, make a mess, whisk everything by hand, and watch the batter turn into fluffy golden delights.”

  I shouldn’t have worried, there was more than enough room in my heart for this amazing woman and her Sunday-morning golden delights.

  “I better up my gym time. With all the delicious food you make, I’m gonna get fat.”

  “Right. Because your six pack and arms of steel are going to disappear overnight.”

  “Arms of steel?” I laughed.

  “Ethan Lenox, are you fishing for compliments?”

  “From you? Always.”

  She abandoned her quest to find baking powder and stalked toward me. When she was within arm’s reach, her palms went to my chest before they moved lower to my stomach.

  “I thought you were taking me to bed?”

  “In a hurry?” I joked.

  “Yes.”

  No games. No playing coy. Honor was straight up honest about what she wanted.

  I covered her hand with mine and laced our fingers together, pulling her toward the front door, I double checked the alarm was set before I stopped in front of her bedroom door.

  “You’re sure?”

  “So sure.”

  “I don’t want to stop tonight.”

  “You wanna go all the way with me, handsome?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “Good. Because if you stop, I might die.”

  “Can’t have that, smalls.”

  I closed her door with a soft click and a turn of the lock, then we were alone in her room with the bed less than ten feet behind us.

  “I want you naked.”

  My hands went to the hem of her T-shirt, and I yanked it over her head. Following my lead, her hand went to mine, and she pulled it off and tossed it on the floor with hers.

  She found the button of my jeans before I could unsnap her shorts.

  Both of us pushed the material down and soon they were pooled around our ankles. We kicked them to side, and she smiled shyly.

  “You are so beautiful,” I told her and ran my knuckles over the swell of her breasts, down to her lace covered nipples. “So damn perfect.”

  Her hands weren’t still, they roamed my chest and stomach, up and down over my skin until she stopped at the waistband of my boxers.

  I was almost paralyzed with indecision. I wanted to go slowly, take my time and enjoy the gift she was giving me. But the sight of her standing in front of me in only her underwear had my dick aching and my hands shaking with need.

  When had I ever wanted a woman so badly?

  Never.

  High school sex, didn’t count for shit. It was fueled by hormones and was completely uncoordinated. I’d had no idea how to really please a woman then. Over the last few years sex had simply been a means to an end, a mutually beneficial release. This was something altogether different. Something more. I wanted to consume Honor, own her, and I needed her to fall as fast and hard for me as I was for her.

  8

  I was trembling and nervous as all get out.

  This wasn’t just sex, at least it didn’t feel that way to me. Ethan’s gaze traveled down my body until he brought his eyes back to mine. Heat, lust, and desire swirled together making me shiver once more. How could he make me ache with just a look?

  Ethan’s arms wrapped around my back and he found the clasp of my bra. With a flick of his fingers it was unfastened. He held my gaze while he pulled the straps down my arms. When the garment was freed and thrown to the side his eyes dropped to my chest.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said, and his hands cupped both my breasts.

  His head lowered and licked both my nipples in turn, before sucking one into his mouth. Ethan’s hand never stopped squeezing and massaging my overly large boobs.

  I’d always hated how big they were, but now with Ethan obviously enjoying what I had to offer I no longer cared I had breasts the size of an augmented stripper. His mouth moved over and lavished attention to my other nipple, and my head fell back.

  “I could spend all night playing with your tits.”

  “They’re not too big?” Old insecurities die hard.

  “They’re big and soft, and this part . . .” He traced his finger around my areola. “Sexy as hell.” He kissed both nipples and continued. “Your tits are the perfect size for me to put you on your back, straddle your chest, squeeze them together, then slide my cock between them while you suck me off.”

  We were moving toward the bed, and before I could recover from the sexy images he’d invoked, the back of my legs hit the mattress, and Ethan was easing me down. My
back hit the cool fabric of my comforter, and his scorching-hot chest covered mine. His weight smooshed us together, and he finally kissed me. This kiss was not like the others where he’d always held himself back, if only by a fraction. This time he gave me everything. His hips ground down, the ridged shaft of his dick grinding the lace of my panties against my wet center. Our tongues mingled, and our bodies heated. As good as he felt on top of me, I wanted more. My hands moved over his back, appreciating the smooth skin before I finally made it to the waistband of his boxer briefs. I tugged on them, and he lifted, helping me move the elastic over his hard-on.

  “It’s not working,” I complained when they wouldn’t budge any further.

  He stood to his full height and shoved them down his legs. Ethan’s dick sprang free and bobbed a few times before settling.

  “Holy fuck, handsome.”

  He took his dick in hand and gave himself a few long, hard strokes. His head fell back, and he moaned. I’d never seen a man touch himself before, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and I felt a little naughty watching him.

  “Scoot up the bed,” he instructed.

  I scrambled back, never taking my eyes off his moving hand. He reached for the table beside my bed where I’d placed a box of condoms, he tore into the box finding a foil packet. With his right hand still on his dick he used his left to bring the condom to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth.

  “Like what you see, smalls?” A sexy sly smile formed as he rolled the rubber over his long, thick length.

  I didn’t answer, I couldn’t, and, besides, he knew I did. I might as well have been drooling. Actually, I may have been. I wanted to tell him his dick was a thing of beauty, but I thought that would sound bizarre, so I kept my mouth shut.

  With his dick sheathed he reached for my panties and pulled them off before he crawled onto the bed, spreading my legs wide as he went. He settled himself into the cradle of my hips and rested on one elbow near my head. Using his other hand he cupped my cheek before moving it to my throat, then grazing my breasts, and sliding down my stomach. His hand went between my legs, and his fingers danced over my entrance before he dipped one in. Pulling out, he pushed two back in.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he groaned and kissed me again.

  I didn’t know what sensation to concentrate on, the magic he was creating between my legs or his kiss. He stroked my tongue with an urgency he’d never shown me, revealing how much he desired me—wanted me. It was unreal to think Ethan, who I’d come to understand was a strong and good man, had chosen to take a chance with me. Not to mention he was hot as hell. Women would have been lining up around the block for a chance with him if he’d allowed it.

  His hand moved faster, and my hips bucked. He withdrew his hand and broke the kiss.

  “I want the first time you come to be with me inside of you.”

  He moved and hitched my leg over his hip, the tip of his dick replacing his fingers, but he didn’t push in.

  He stilled and with a look of love and sincerity that made my heart swell he said, “We’re going to take this slowly.”

  The head slipped in, and I jolted. He waited a few seconds before he gave me more. Slowly working himself in and out until we were both panting.

  “Ethan,” I whispered.

  “I know, smalls. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt so good in my life.”

  He got that right. My inexperience didn’t allow for much to compare with, but I was sure our joining was more than physical. It had to be. He finally inched his way in, our bodies fully connected he paused for a moment giving me time to adjust.

  “You okay?” he asked. His voice was strained, and the sound made me smile.

  “More than.”

  “I have to move, smalls. But if I hurt you, tell me and I’ll slow down.”

  “You’re not gonna hurt me.”

  “Baby, the way I’m feeling right now, I’m afraid if I let go I might fuck you so hard the bed will crash through the wall.”

  “We’ll patch the hole later. Don’t ever hold back. I want all of you.”

  “Fuck.” He leaned down and kissed the side of my head, moving farther still until he pulled my earlobe into his mouth. Releasing it he whispered, “We haven’t even started, but you feel so fucking good I want to come right now. You’re hot and wet and tight as hell.” My insides spasmed at his words and he groaned. “Christ.”

  He drew his hips back and slowly pushed in, setting a leisurely pace, his hand roamed everywhere he could reach, and his mouth explored mine. I could do nothing but wrap my legs around him and hold on to his shoulders. I was too afraid to move, scared I’d chase off the feeling he was building. I wanted to touch him like he was touching me, but I was lost, drowning in the wonder of our lovemaking.

  Something started happening, and my hips bucked of their own accord.

  “Honor,” Ethan growled.

  I didn’t know if he’d said more after my name but, if he had, I hadn’t heard him. A roaring had started in my ears, and I had no control over my movements. All I knew was I wanted more of what I was feeling.

  The bed shook from the power of Ethan’s thrusts, I had to tighten my legs around him to ground myself to him. My boobs were bouncing, and maybe I should’ve been embarrassed but I couldn’t bring myself to care. He was relentless, pounding into me, and when his hand came to my breast and plucked my nipple, my entire soul shattered into a million glorious, euphoric pieces.

  “Fucking Christ, you are magnificent.” I heard him say. “So beautiful. So perfect. All of you, smalls. Perfect.” His stokes became jerky and he wrenched himself up, so he was sitting back on his heels, my legs still around his waist, but my ass was off the bed. Ethan gripped my hips and helped me move with him. I now understood what “eye fucking” truly meant. His gaze was smoldering as he ate up every inch of my flesh until it landed where we were joined.

  “You have no idea how hot it is to watch my cock rocking in and out of your pussy.” He took a hand from my hip and started rubbing my clit in fast circles. “I want you to come with me.”

  “I . . . I . . . did already,” I stammered out.

  “No, smalls, that was just the appetizer. I want you screaming your pleasure.”

  His finger rubbed, and the new angle had his dick bumping the perfect spot.

  “I can’t, Ethan,” I said but my body betrayed my words. I was already shaking, my thighs tightening, trying to ward off the new sensation that was building, bigger than before, way bigger.

  “I can’t stop watching your tits sway, all I can think about is how they’re going to look when you’re on top of me. I’ll be able to suck and play with them while you fuck me.”

  I never imagined I’d like dirty talk, but hearing Ethan tell me what he saw, what he liked, and what he wanted to do was driving me crazy.

  “Come on, Honor, let go and come with me. You feel too good, you’re gonna make me come.” He stopped rubbing and pinched my clit hard, a rush of heat spread over my body. “Holy shit. That’s it, I can feel your pussy strangling my cock. I’m gonna come with you.”

  “Do it,” I moaned.

  “Fuck,” he roared and threw his head back. Thrusting once more, he stayed still with his dick as deep as it could go. It twitched and moved inside of me, and the muscles in his neck tightened.

  We stayed like that for a while before he looked down at me and smiled.

  “Only you, Honor.”

  With my brain muddled, and my body relaxed I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I was too tired to ask. Too happy. Too sated.

  I’d ask later, maybe tomorrow. My eyes closed, and peaceful slumber found me.

  9

  A door slammed, and I was pulled from a sexy dream of Honor under me, staring at me with wonder as I pumped in and out of her until we both exploded. I heard it bang a second time and rolled out of bed. It took me a minute to realize I was back in my room, I tagged a pair of athletic shorts off the floor, yanking them up I went
for the stairs.

  I rounded the bottom step and looked around, no one was in the house. I glanced out the back window and caught sight of Carson running across the yard.

  Fuck. What the hell was Carson doing outside? With my heart in my throat I ran for the back door and just as I was about to scold her for going out unattended I found her and Honor lying stomach down in the grass. Honor had her camera in front of her face and Carson was holding a mirror next to her lens.

  “Daddy! You’re awake.”

  “I am. What are you doing?”

  “Honor is capturing dandelions with her macro lens. That means up close. Super up close. You can see things in the picture you normally can’t see.”

  “And the mirror?”

  “I’m her lighting tech.” Carson’s chest puffed, taking her job seriously.

  Honor finished and looked over her shoulder.

  “Did we wake you?”

  “No,” I lied. “Taking pictures of weeds now?”

  “I’ll have you know, I’ve found great beauty in the things most people dismiss. You ready for breakfast?” Honor sat up and Carson mimicked her, both girls smiling, only Honor’s eyes kept dropping to my bare chest.

  “You two lovely ladies finish up out here. I’ll start the coffee.”

  I turned and walked back into the house as quickly as I could, trying to prevent my daughter from seeing the evidence of my arousal. When had I become a horny teenager again? All it took was Honor looking at me, and I popped a fucking boner. That hadn’t happened since I was sixteen. My life was segregated into two parts—before Carson and after Carson.

  Before Carson, I’d bagged damn near every cheerleader and girl’s field hockey player at my school. My dad was right about one thing, he taught me to treat them with respect. I’d never talked about my exploits with my friends, never bragged about who or what I’d done. But, thankfully, my dad didn’t have the first clue how many I’d actually taken to bed. I’d had eighteen months between losing my virginity and Chrissy getting pregnant. One could say I’d been busy during that time. However, none of them had made my body come alive like Honor did.