24. Grace
twenty-four
When I wake up, the bed is empty. No Ethan, no Damian. I stretch, knowing from the sounds in the house that I’m not alone. I savor this moment. The smell of sex in the room. My night jersey, rolled in a ball in a corner after Ethan found it under my pillow. The knowledge that this is not over yet.
I know he said he could only give me last night, nothing more—it was a figure of speech. He’s not leaving Emerald Creek just yet.
There’s more to come. More to enjoy. More good days with Ethan.
I slide into the bathroom, and when I’m done, I grab his jersey, wear it butt naked underneath, and go look for my man.
It doesn’t matter that we haven’t been together in ten years.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t know where this is going.
No matter what, Ethan was always my man, and he always will be.
I see him on my little patio, wearing only his jeans, bare chested, bare feet, splayed on the one lounge chair, a coffee cup in one hand, his phone in another, Damian sprawled across his lap.
Glancing opposite him, out the window over the sink, I notice my jeep in my driveway.
On the kitchen counter, another cute travel mug from Easy Monday. This one is deep red with cutouts of white roses all across it. My belly does a little funny dance when I see it. My fingers tingle when I grab it. Sliding the lid open, I take a whiff.
Yesss.
I tiptoe to the patio and place my free hand over Ethan’s eyes. Damian looks up and jumps off him.
“Hey,” Ethan growls, setting his phone and coffee down and pulling me onto his lap. Before I can say anything, he’s kissing me full-on, his stubble deliciously grazing my skin, his tongue making my lady parts come alive again, his cock twitching under my thighs. His fingers tenderly knead my nape, telling a story he’s not saying with words.
Telling me how much he missed me.
I know.
I know Ethan.
I can tell.
He pulls out of the kiss and keeps me there, close to him, examining my features while I get lost in his deep blue eyes.
“You always had the most beautiful eyes,” he says, echoing my own thoughts. “Deep brown with flecks of gold. And a halo all around. Like an angel.” His eyes mist a bit and trail over my hairline, down to my mouth. “You were always my angel,” he murmurs.
His words unravel me. For all the time we were apart, who was I really to him? How did he think of me? Did he think of me?
I shut him up with a kiss. When we come up for air, I echo what he said last night. “Why don’t we keep the heavy stuff for another time. Another day.”
He gives me his half smile and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Works for me.” Then his gaze drops to the travel mug I set on the floor. “Millie said that’d be an appropriate design for this morning, and that a Sunrise Caramel Macchiato was definitely in order.”
I laugh softly. “Millie’s always right. She’s a little witchy like that.”
He pretends to frown. “I thought Cassandra was the witch. Is there competition?”
“More like an underground group.”
Amusement flickers in his eye. “Ah. A conspiracy. I see.”
I giggle. “Totally. A coven.” I take a sip of the coffee and moan. “God, I needed this. So good.”
His cock grows under me. “Mm. Better than sex?”
I grin. “Close second.”
“Close second, huh? You haven’t seen anything yet, Ms. Harper.”
I blink several times. My core begs to differ. I saw a lot last night. I’m torn between a vague jealousy of all the women Ethan must have practiced with to become so accomplished, and an intense appetite to reap the benefits of his progress. The latter wins over, and I wiggle over him suggestively, feeling his cock harden under my bare butt.
He skims a hand over my thighs and his cock twitches when he reaches my ass. “You’re naked under my jersey?” he growls.
“M-hm.”
He sweeps his hand up my belly and cups my breast. “And you sleep like that…”
“Every night.”
“Fuck.” He sits up, lifting me with him. I’m so surprised, my brand-new travel mug whips out of my hand and lands on the floor with a soft thud. He knocks over his coffee cup and kicks his phone as he stands to carry me to the bedroom, shutting the door closed with his foot before Damian has a chance to hop in with us.
He sets me on my knees on the unmade bed, facing him. Rakes his fingers through his hair, looking at me. Leaning over, he ties a knot at the bottom of the jersey, revealing my naked slit. “Fuck, Grace.” He grasps his crotch.
My mouth waters and I lift myself on my knees. “Let me.”
“Turn around.” I know what he wants. I want it too. But I want something else too. I want to pleasure him. I want to be his everything, if only for a few minutes.
Tracing my fingernails on his jeans, I lick my lips. “Me first.”
He throws his head back and growls. Then looks down at me with hooded eyes as I unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans, and free his heavy cock. “Fuck, Grace, your mouth… god I missed your mouth.”
I slide to my knees on the floor and take him in, my eyes on his, savoring his taste, his smell, and his look of lust, of utter abandon. If I’d known yesterday that I’d be on my knees pleasuring Ethan this morning, I probably would have panicked over my lack of practice. But here, now, my own lust takes over, and I know, I remember what he likes, and I make up the rest. I take him deep, I lick his shaft, I suck and I tease with barely sheathed teeth, I moan when he’s deep down my throat.
His knees buckle and he lifts me, carries me up to him and kisses my neck. “I need to fuck you in my jersey. I want to see my name on you when I come.”
He sets me on all fours on the bed, my ass to him. “I wanted you to come in my mouth,” I whine and look at him over my shoulder.
“Oh, I’ll fuck your mouth alright.” He hoists me to him and brushes a finger on my clit. “You’re drenched. How come?”
“Your cock. I want your cock.”
“Where?”
“In my mouth.”
“That’s it?”
“In my pussy.”
“Take it.” He drives into me, making me cry out. The remaining soreness from last night cedes to an intense pleasure I never thought I could experience. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Ah.”
“You like my cock, huh?” He pummels into me. Places a hand on my back, tracing his own name, King, right above where our sexes join. Then he grabs my hips with both hands and starts a punishing and exhilarating pummeling of my pussy. His pants and growls mix with the suckling sound of our joined sexes. “Take it, baby. Take my cock.”
“Ethan!” I cry out. He’s expertly massaging my G-spot with his cock, and now glides one finger over my clit.
“That’s it. Ah fuck, baby, you’re so good. So tight.”
My inner walls clench at his words.
“Wench,” he hisses. “Do that again.”
And I do. I clench around his cock, and then I feel the orgasm take a hold of me, building up, so strong I wail and shake, and when his hot come spurts out, I cry out his name again and again. Glancing at the mirror, I see him clenching his jaw as he empties himself inside me, his eyes roll back, and his corded neck tenses. He orgasms for long seconds, his gaze on me, on my back, on us.
When he pulls out, I let out a small whine as his cock grazes on my sensitive center, leaving me with a dull soreness, yet wanting more. “I wanted you to come in my mouth,” I pretend to complain as he spoons around me.
He pulls me closer to him. “You will.” And his cock twitches again.
I chuckle. “You ever get tired?” I say, wiggling my ass against his cock so he knows I’m talking about sex.
He nuzzles my neck. “Not with you, it seems. He hasn’t seen so much action in… forever, to be honest.”
I warm at his words. It doesn’t really matter, but still. It’s nice.
“And he’s ready to go again. But you need a break. Besides, we have all day.”
I tense in his arms. We don’t have all day. “I have an appointment at one.”
“But it’s Sunday.”
“I know.”
“You work on Sundays?”
I turn around in his arms to face him. He’s so handsome, and I love the way he looks at me. Right now, he’s frowning, his blue eyes darkened with concern. “I promised this client I’d fit her in.”
“Why can’t she come Monday or Tuesday?”
I shrug. “She works. And she has a kid. No dad. Grandma’s looking after her kid today. So… She needs this.”
His gaze darts between my eyes, but he says nothing.
I boop him. “I’m going to take a shower, then we can go for a ride or brunch somewhere, not too late? Whatever you want. I should be done with her before three.”
He lets me leave his arms and settles on his back, gazing at the ceiling.
“Wanna join me in the shower?”
A slow grin spreads across his face as his gaze travels down my body. I slowly take his jersey off, leaving my hands up in the air and wiggling my ass at him as I leave the bedroom.
“Be right there,” he calls after me.