“Serves him right,” Tennessee states taking a sip of her drink. “I don’t think it’s postponed. It’s more like cancelled. How can anyone work through that? How low and disgusting.”
“Thank goodness she found out what he was like now before she got hitched and they had kids.”
“Exactly,” Quinn agrees and suddenly they’re talking about babies again and I I’m not sure how I don’t fall asleep.
It’s just like my friends to be in a club and talking about umbilical cords and pelvic floor exercises.
I find myself staring at the swirling lights bouncing off the table until Quinn nudges me and I straighten up.
While Clarrisa tells us for the millionth time how hard her labor was with baby number one, Quinn leans in close to my ear.
“Look,” she whispers, subtly pointing to the second floor
I follow her gaze and direction and my eyes land on Ethan standing right above us on the balcony watching me.
Because of where we’re seated, only we can see him and I think he positioned himself like that by design. He’s standing there with his hands resting on the silver railing looking hotter than sin in full black again and a biker jacket.
“Go to him Bree,” Quinn says with a mischievous smile.
“I don’t know if I should.” My pulse speeds up and I can’t catch my breath.
Quinn nods. “You should. Trust me you should. I think he wants you to.”
I think so too, but what will going to him mean?
“Go.”
“Okay, I’m going.”
Drawing in a deep breath I give her a little nod for reassurance, and I get up. The others are so engrossed in their conversation they don’t even see me leave.
As I take one step in front of the other my legs shake and I try to tamp down my nerves.
I make it up to the second floor and find him.
When our eyes lock and his rivets to mine I know I just stepped into his lair and right into another trap he’s set for me.
Because he knew if I saw him, I would come.
Chapter 21
Bree
A wave of desire works its way through me when Ethan smiles at me.
I stop a few paces away and his gaze slides over my body, taking in everything I’m wearing.
I have on a simple navy bodycon but he’s looking at me like I just stepped off the runway.
“What are you doing here?” I ask pressing my hands to my sides.
He reaches for my left hand and checks the rings on my finger. The rings I still can’t take off. Quite honestly though, I forgot about them today.
“Checking on my wife,” he replies leaning slightly closer.
“Checking or spying?”
“Would you blame me if I were spying. Look at you showing off those Marylin curves. You have half the men here gawking at you, so I’m here to oversee what’s mine.”
I laugh.
“You think this is funny?”
“You sound ridiculous. How did you even know where to find me?”
“I’m a cop. You keep forgetting.” He wags his finger and inclines his head.
“What are you really doing here, Ethan?”
Light smolders from the brightness of his eyes and mischief raw and sexy dances within them.
He moves a little closer and my God the spark of chemistry has my stomach tightening and me clenching my thighs.
“I came to see if you were any closer to remembering anything.”
The air of confidence rippling from him is one thing, but his cocky personality allows him to exert a form of dominance with cool efficacy.
There’s no mistake in the intent in his words and the way he’s looking at me. But my worries have me torn somewhere between anticipation and dread.
When he angles closer tendrils of desire lick over my skin. I’m wrapped in his scent again and I want to say yes.
“There’s no shame in saying yes Bree,” he tempts me like the devil he is. “We’re two grown adults. Two married grown adults. We’re not the kids we used to be.”
Now his eyes brim with passion that entices me even more.
“It’s safer if I say no,” I confess and a smile dances on his lips.
The smile turns into a wide toothy, wicked grin filled with sin.
“You think you’re safe from me if you lie?” he states. “Sorry Mrs. Carson you couldn’t be more wrong.”
Mrs. Carson. That’s the second time he’s called me that and my body is liking the sound of that name way too much.
He reaches forward and lifts the ends of my hair. It’s in a ponytail again, just like it was in Vegas.
“I should go back to my friends,” I rasp.
“Bree—”
“It’s just that—”
His lips come down on mine so quickly anything that resembled calm shatters in an instant.
He crushes his lips harder to my mouth, encouraging me to kiss him back and I do. I didn’t really need that much encouragement because he had me within seconds of the kiss.
The strong hardness of his lips beckons me to melt into his granite body and I open my mouth for him when his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip. He deepens the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue and divine ecstasy filters into my soul as I succumb to the forceful domination of his mouth.
His large hand captures my cheek, and he pulls away leaving my lips burning and yearning for more.
“Come home with me,” he says stunning me.
“Home?” My voice breaks.
“Home. We’re not done yet, so come home with me. Do you want to?”
For the love of God and all things holy Bree, do not say no.
But why am I digging this hole I’m in bigger for myself? Don’t I know he’s going to hurt me, because that’s what he always does?
Just once though I’d love to do something and not worry.
I’d love to be sober and indulge on him the way we were the other night.
“Yes,” I breathe out and when he reaches out his hand for me to take, I take it.
We race across town in his Ferrari, speeding way past the limit.
I’ve never been to Ethan’s house before. When we pull up on his drive and I’m presented with a contemporary two-story beachfront home that looks like something that’s been pulled from a magazine my eyes turn to saucers.
It’s stunning in the moonlight so I can just imagine what it must look like in the daylight. I never expected him to live somewhere like this but then as I’m fast discovering there’s more him than I expected.
Before my heels touch the paved driveway, he rushes around to me and picks me up. Then as he reclaims my lips I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me into his house.
I’ve never done anything as wild and hot as this before and when he touches me, oh my God, do I feel like I just want to explode.
We proceed up a set of stairs. They’re wide and the rails are polished. That’s all I’m aware off regarding our surroundings.
Automatic lights pop on one at a time as we go up. Then he carries me into a room where the lights do the same.
He sets me down on soft carpet my heels sink into and he cups my face.
“Take your clothes off for me,” he mutters, the huskiness in his deep baritone whispering over my skin. “Take them off slowly, I want to remember you just like this.”
“Me?” I gaze at him, wanting him to mean that so badly my heart aches.
He nods to my relief, and I realize in that moment I got so good at suppressing any emotion I had for him I forgot I felt anything.
A current of pleasure runs over my body when he traces his finger down the side of my neck.
“Do it for me Bree, do it.” His voice switches the heat back on like a light and sucks me right back into the sweet, alluring sexual haze surrounding us.
He steps back to watch me strip for him and when I take note of the way he’s watching me, with that desire, suddenly the knots in my stomach loosen
up.
I start with the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down.
Once that’s done, my dress floats down my body and pools at my feet. I step out of my heels, and run my fingers back up to the deep valley between my breasts to undo the butterfly clasp holding my strapless bra together.
When I take it off, everything will go back to what it was in Vegas and we’ll become those people again.
I liked that Bree. I had no restrictions and all I could think of is Ethan touching me and me touching him.
With those thoughts in mind, I undo the clasp and my breasts fall free, bouncing invitingly toward him, my nipples already tight with arousal.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
As he continues to watch me, I start on my panties and roll them down my legs, stepping out of them and dropping them next to my dress.
I’m naked before him and his eyes are glued to me, flicking between my breasts and my pussy.
He reaches out to touch my breasts, taking them both into his large palms and squeezing gently.
My nipples harden even more, becoming a dusky pink and my pussy clenches when he lowers to take my left nipple into his mouth.
He laps over the tip, making my knees quiver, and moves to the next one to do the same. When he starts sucking my body comes alive with pleasure and I moan.
The sound makes him stop sucking and look at me with fascination.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
My breath hitches and my mouth waters when I think of what he means to do to me.
“I think you remember how much you like my tongue in certain places,” he adds with a sinful smile.
I bite back a smile, teasing him. I won’t confirm yet I remember.
I climb on the bed and lie against the stack of pillows then watch him take off his shirt and pants. I notice the distinct bulge of his cock pressing against his boxers, straining to break free and I swallow hard. My throat is thick with arousal and need. Just the sight of him has every secret part of my body crying out for him.
As I stare back at the man who unexpectedly became my husband, I know there is absolutely no doubt about the fact that Ethan Carson is the sexiest man alive. And no man, rivals him. For me.
Muscles on muscles line his body, taught, and toned. His chest is hairy and sexy and the trail of hair runs down his happy trail and down to where I want to see the most.
He smiles when he sees me looking then with a truly sexy cocky grin he pushes his boxers down his long athletic legs, unleashing his massive cock.
My mouth slacks and I blink several times taking in the vision of him I don’t want to forget either. I’m surprised I forgot in the first place.
“Like what you see Mrs. Carson?”
“I do, Mr. Carson.”
I know this couldn’t be crazier but I like it.
He gets on the bed with me and returns to my breasts, feasting on them. then he trails hot kisses down my cleavage and down to the flat plane of my stomach, and down to my pussy where he buries his face.
He pushes his tongue into my passage and that’s when I feel ultimate pleasure. His mouth commands my body to obey and it does. With my heart pounding, body shuddering I feel his touch everywhere, inside and out of me.
The wild sensation of his tongue alternating between lapping over the walls of my passage and sucking on my clit robs me of my senses.
He works me into a frenzy as I go insane in his arms. Every inch of my body piques and then I come on his face in an explosion of pleasure.
I come and it’s like I’m not going to stop coming and he doesn’t stop eating out my pussy.
“Ethan!” I scream, arching against the mattress and grasping on to his wide shoulders. “Ahh … oh my God.”
“That’s right, feel me. You won’t forget tonight. I’ll make sure of it.”
I can hear him, but my head is spinning so much I can’t focus on his face.
He returns to lick my clit and I writhe against his tongue, hot and wild feeling the onslaught of another orgasm.
He sucks harder and forceful, moving his tongue into me like it’s his cock and I come again, screaming his name.
I feel drained by the time my breath calms and I savor the feel of him licking me clean.
He straightens up and takes his cock into his hands, doing the hottest thing by fisting himself.
“I’m clean. I want to feel you.”
“I’m clean too, and on the pill.”
His eyes light up. “I want to fuck you properly. Please let me inside you.”
“Yes.”
“This way.”
He eases me on to my hands and knees and I glance behind me when he takes a firm grip of my hips. Pleasure shoots through me at his touch and I snap my head around to face the wall when the fat head of his cock glides over my pussy lips and pushes into my entrance.
Thrills race over my skin and more pleasure pushes into me like a thousand knives but instead of pain I feel pure satisfaction.
He inches deeper and deeper and when my walls adjust to take his thickness and length, he starts to move inside me, fucking me.
His pumps speed up and he goes faster and faster building more pleasure, but this is from the friction of our bodied combined.
The sensation of us having sex luxuriates over me and my body becomes tight and taut as I surrender to the call of passion.
Each thrust sends shockwaves through me, wild and scorching hot and I’m moaning so much my brain becomes numb. The sound of us, flesh slapping against flesh and our cries of ecstasy fill the room.
The impact of him sizzles through me. He speeds up even more, driving into me with relentless force.
Powerful sensations build deep in my core and as his cock stiffens inside me, I come again. He comes too, but while he does he fucks me harder, squeezing my hips painfully.
I barely feel the pain though as I focus on the spray of hot cum that floods me.
He empties himself inside me, scorching my body clean. Then we both collapse into a sweaty heap from the impact.
We lay there on the bed for what feels like forever, him holding me and me grasping on to the sheets as I try to come back to earth.
“Tell me you remember, Vegas, Bree,” he whispers into my ear. “I know you do, but I want to hear you say it.”
I turn to face him and take in his handsome face.
Something has changed between us, and I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. What I know is that I don’t feel nervous to tell him anymore.
“I remember,” I whisper and he smiles.
He lowers to kiss me, and I kiss him back.
“I have a pool,” he says against my lips. “I have this fantasy of taking you up against the wall in the pool.”
“A fantasy of me?” My damn head is swelling so big it might burst.
“Yeah.”
“How long have you had that fantasy?”
“For years Mrs. Carson. Do you want me to show you what happens?”
“Yes.”
Chapter 22
Ethan
Bree holds out a muffin to me and I bite into it.
It’s chocolate with a gooey filling in the middle. She just made it so it’s still warm.
Like earlier when I covered her tits in whipped cream, I wanted to cover her in cake and eat it off her, but it was too hot.
Her idea, however was better.
We’re in bed and the goddess is siting on top of me naked while she feeds me.
I’m like a king lying here with her and I all I want is this right now. The whole world could pass me by and I wouldn’t care. Just as long as she sat here with those muffins, her hair wild like how it is and those perky tits in my face, I’d be fine and die a very happy man.
“More muffin?” she giggles.
“Yes ma’am, feed me.”
She gives me more and laughs when I nibble on her fingers.
“I’ve never had this much sugar in my life, Muffin.”
“You mean thing, just be glad you didn’t put me off muffins.”
I stare back at her. “I am glad and guess what, Mrs. Carson?”
“What Mr. Carson?”
“I need you again.”
She smiles and sets the muffin liner down on the nightstand.
“You can have me again but first I want to taste you.” she shuffles down my belly and slides her hand over my already erect cock.
Jesus, I definitely tainted this good girl, and fuck has she ever done a number on me. when she touches me like this, gliding her perfect hands over my dick she fucking owns me.
“Taste me,” I tell her and she positions herself between my legs to do just that.
I’m carried off to heaven when the goddess lowers her head to my cock, opens her little mouth and takes me in. Her tongue strokes over my length as she sucks and I grow in her mouth.
Her mouth on me feels so damn good I don’t ever want her to stop. She takes me deeper and sucks harder, massaging my balls as she pleasures me.
I straighten and lace my hands through the soft strands of her gorgeous hair, urging her to continue doing what she’s doing to me. I indulge. That’s what I do. I indulge on her and I feel like that guy I was when we were in Vegas all over again.
When my balls tighten it’s a warning to pull out if I want to be inside her again but I allow her to suck me for a little longer. Just a little longer so I can commit the memory of her and the feeling of elation that courses through me. I get the second warning and lift her chin.
“Let me finish inside you Bree.”
“How do you want me?” the goddess asks.
“Like this.”
I move her on to her back and she giggles.
I want to watch the pleasure I give her unfold in her eyes. I want to see her breasts bouncing as I pound into her. But, most of all I want to stare at her pretty face as I drive into her and she her as mine. My Bree.
I part her legs and guide my cock into her sweet entrance. She’s already wet for me so I slide right inside her welcoming heat. The skin to skin contact is unreal.
The jolt of pleasure I get when I slide in deeper takes me higher to wherever planet I was on and I keep going up and up as I start to move inside her.
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