Chapter 17
JETT
There’s no mistaking Ethan’s proprietary gesture, and I break out in goosebumps while my skin flushes hot. My mouth is so dry that I can’t say a word as Reese stares at us. I look around, but everyone else is busy with their conversations and not paying us any mind.
“I see.”
“Good,” Ethan remarks and drops his hand as if nothing happened. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to grab another drink. I’ll be right back.”
He stalks off, making his way through the crowd and into the restaurant, and I stare after him.
“Jett, I didn’t mean to overstep—” Reese starts.
“You didn’t. Ethan’s messing around.”
“It didn’t look or sound that way to me. So, you’re not dating him?”
I make a strangled noise in my throat as I try to find the words to describe whatever the hell is going on between me and Ethan.
“Okay then. Whatever it is, it’s none of my business,” Reese adds with a grin. “How about you and I stick to getting to know each other as friends?”
“I’d like that.”
We get into a discussion about the next regatta, upcoming nationals, and even Reese’s Olympic hopes. Minutes tick by, but there’s no sign of Ethan, and the longer he’s gone, the more agitated I get. Archie and Hudson join in on our conversation, but I excuse myself so I can go look for Ethan.
When I step inside, I find him sitting at the front of the restaurant, at a table by himself.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask as I take the seat beside him.
“I needed a breather,” he mutters but refuses to make eye contact.
“Why?”
He barks out a laugh and hangs his head back.
“Why do you think, Jett?”
Ethan finally looks at me and the undeniable heat in his eyes has my heart kicking up.
“Reese?”
“I don’t like him flirting with you.”
“Okay, but boyfriend?”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“It was unnecessary. He’s a nice guy but I’m not interested in him that way,” I admit. “And it still doesn’t explain why you had to come in here.”
“I didn’t want to do or say anything stupid.”
“Like?”
“Like telling him to get his hands off you. Like kissing the fuck out of you in front of everyone to make it clear.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Yes, Jett, I would.” Ethan leans in. “When it comes to you, I’m ready to do a lot of things I haven’t done before.”
I thought the thrill of today’s win couldn’t be beat, but I’m wrong. So wrong.
Under the table, Ethan slides a warm, callused hand up my thigh. Holy shit.
He squeezes my leg, moving higher. I’ve never been so grateful in all my life to be wearing these damn shorts.
It takes all my control to hold back a moan, and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.
I wish we were anywhere but here. Oh fuck, I’m getting hard, and I hope my T-shirt is long enough to cover my growing bulge.
“Enough teasing,” Ethan whispers.
“Me?”
“Get up.”
He removes his hand, pushes his chair back, and stands up.
“Now, Jett.”
His demand should piss me off but all it does is turn me on. I stand up and he takes my hand, pulling me after him, walking me through the restaurant.
Only, we’re not headed back to the patio to join the others. We’re going down the narrow hallway to the bathroom.
“Ethan, where are we—”
He pushes the bathroom door open and shoves me inside. When he steps in after me, he locks the door and leans against it.
“Ethan.”
Before I can blink, he cups my face and kisses me furiously, his lips and tongue taking ownership of mine. He eats at my mouth, devouring me, and it’s so fucking hot. God, every kiss with him is better than the last.
I can’t help but slide my hands down to grab his ass cheeks, grinding my body against his, feeling him shudder when our cocks brush against each other.
Even through the layers of clothing, I can feel every ridge of his body.
And I can taste his desperation, or is it mine?
His touch obliterates rational thought, leaving me boneless and breathless.
“Turn around,” he rasps. “Take off your shorts and show me that hot fucking ass.”
Something wild and wicked takes hold of me.
I scramble to do as he says, turning to face the mirror and shoving my shorts down to my thighs.
The cool air on my skin makes me shiver as I bend over and grab hold of the porcelain sink with both hands, offering up my ass to him.
My cock is hard and curled up against my stomach.
“Look at you. So goddamn sexy.” He moans as he reaches for me, squeezing my ass. “Fuck your fist, Jett.”
His bossy demands make my cock harder, and my balls ache so badly that I want to scream.
Without pause, I spit in my right hand and start jerking off.
Ethan lets out a deep groan that reverberates in the tiny bathroom, and I lick my swollen lips and stare at him in the mirror.
He’s so hot like this, eating me up with his eyes, and I can’t look away.
With a quick motion, he unzips his jeans and pulls out his long, thick cock, the head red and leaking precum.
“I’m going to come all over your gorgeous ass, and you’re going to walk out of here smelling like me.”
“Oh fuck, Ethan.”
“But first,” he whispers and leans over to kiss my neck. “You’re gonna be a dirty boy and paint the sink with your cum.”
His bare cock brushes the crease of my ass, and I push back, wanting more. I want him in my ass. Fuck that, I need to feel him everywhere. Next time, please God, let there be a next time.
“Someone might be outside right now listening to you getting off,” he teases, his lips brushing my ear. “They can hear you, but they can’t touch you. And you know why? Because you’re mine, Jett. You’re fucking mine.”
The possessive bite to Ethan’s words makes my balls draw up tight as my hand works faster, shuttling over my cock at a frantic pace. He slides one hand up under my shirt and tweaks my nipple, making me cry out.
“Aren’t you, Jett?”
There’s no point in lying or denying.
“Yes.”
Ethan groans.
“Look at me when you come.”
I stare at his reflection and those deep, dark eyes that I can’t escape. I can’t look away.
“I’m… almost… there,” I confess, my breath hitching as I stroke myself faster, harder, needing to come so fucking badly.
My climax is racing toward the finish line at an embarrassingly fast clip, but I don’t care. It’s too good to stop.
“Next time, you’re gonna come all over me,” Ethan growls. “I want to taste it.”
“Fuck.”
Ethan wraps his hand around mine, guiding my strokes. I stare at our reflection in the mirror, and it’s so hot that I don’t quite believe it’s real.
“Jett, I need you to come for me.”
With Ethan, I feel unexpectedly wild and yet totally safe at the same time. It’s a heady combination.
“Come for me, baby. Please.”
“Ethan,” I groan as the orgasm rips into me, the pleasure all-consuming.
My body jerks hard as I unleash my load all over the sink and even the floor. Then I watch as Ethan takes his dick in hand, using my cum to masturbate. Oh God, my hockey player is a filthy boy.
Mine?
“Jett, goddamn it, so hot.” Ethan grunts as his forearm tenses. “Oh fuck, fuck!”
I feel the hot lash of his cum on my ass cheeks, but I can’t take my eyes off Ethan.
“My legs… I can’t feel them,” I admit as I hold on to the sink to keep from falling.
“Same,” he pants. “That was… the hottest sex… in the history of ever.”
“You said that last time,” I tease.
“Well, we topped it.”
“Next time, I want you to top me,” I confess. Jesus, my knees are about to give out. “I want you to come in my ass.”
Ethan jerks, and I feel another lash of cum on my already sticky skin.
“Yes.” Ethan licks his lips. “I want to be your first. Your only.”
My heart stutters, but it’s foolish because he’s talking about sex.
Both of us collapse against each other and the sink, trying to catch our breath. After a while, I turn on the water and wash my hands, but when I reach for paper towels to clean the rest of me, Ethan swats my ass. Hard. The sting makes my cock jerk, and fuck, that turns me on too.
“Hey!” I protest.
“I said no washing up,” Ethan commands as he rubs his cum into my skin.
“You can’t be serious.”
Before I can protest, he pulls my shorts up over my ass and yanks my T-shirt back down.
“Ethan, what the hell?”
“I told you, you’re going back out there smelling like my spunk. I want everyone to know you belong to me. Especially that guy from U Conn.”
“His name is Reese. And there’s nothing going on there.”
Ethan responds with what I assume is a displeased grunt, and for some reason I want to laugh.
Renner was possessive of me too, but in a “you’re not capable and I am, so let me lead” kind of way.
I found his behavior irritating even though I said nothing.
Much like my horse, Whiskey, I chomped at the bit every time Renner tried to rein me in. Another red flag I ignored.
But with Ethan, it’s different. I don’t feel less than. Instead, his possessive attitude hits all the right buttons. The ones that love a challenge. And I’m not afraid to push back.
Ethan crowds around me, resting his chin on my shoulder while he reaches forward to wash his hands.
I like this too. His affectionate nature isn’t something I noticed before, but I can’t deny it now.
He trails teasing kisses up my neck, and I turn my head, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. I can’t get enough of them. Of him.
“Come to my hockey practice,” he whispers.
“I said I would.”
He doesn’t break eye contact, smiling at me while he pulls back, wipes his hands, and tucks his cock in his jeans.
“But like this?”
“Why not? And then after, we’ll go back to my place, shower, and fuck all night.”
“What about your housemates?”
“What about them?”
“They’re going to know.”
“And?”
“You’re okay with that?” I ask.
“Sugar, I told you, I’m not shy when it comes to sex. They’ve all heard me.”
“Yeah, but this is different.”
“It sure as fuck is,” Ethan insists and kisses me again. “If any of them so much as flirt with you, we’re gonna have a problem.”
I shouldn’t like his possessiveness, but I do. I finally turn around and face him.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He reaches for me again, but I put a hand to his chest.
“Stop that.”
“What?”
“Kissing me. We’re never going to get out of this bathroom if you keep that up.”
Ethan’s cocky grin is in full force, and I’m helpless to resist it.
“It’s time to go,” he insists and unlocks the door.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mutter under my breath.
“You smell fucking amazing. Like the lake and me and our sex. It’s the best thing ever. You should bottle it.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Has been said many times.”
Ethan opens the door, and like the bossy shit he is, motions for me to get moving. Then it hits me.
“My coach is out there, and the other crews,” I hiss. “What if they suspect?”
“Just wave goodbye to them and we’re out of here.”
Ethan offers me his hand, and for some reason, even after what we just did, I hesitate to take it. Not because I don’t want to, but because I worry that once I touch him, I won’t want to let go.
But when I look into his eyes, I can’t refuse. I take his offered hand, and the restlessness I always feel churning away inside of me somehow settles.
We head for the patio, but I don’t see Lin or the other coaches. Have they left already? I can only hope that’s the case.
I stand on the periphery and notice that Hudson, Archie, and Reese are huddled at a table together, and I offer a smile.
Ethan lets go of my hand, but he doesn’t stop touching me.
Instead, he places his big hand on my lower back as we walk toward my friends.
I lick my lips, hyperaware that they’re swollen and that everyone I know is going to suspect what Ethan and I were up to.
“Is Lin gone?” I ask my friends.
“Yeah, he and the other coaches headed back to the lake meetup,” Archie replies and gives me a knowing smile. “Where did you run off to?”
“Nowhere,” I quickly reply. “I mean, I was in the washroom and Ethan… Ethan was talking to Phoenix.”
Thank fuck I remembered the restaurant owner’s name in time.
“Join us for a drink?” Hudson remarks.
“I have hockey practice and Jett’s coming to watch,” Ethan comments. “Rain check?”
My friends nod.
“I’m staying around for the rest of the day,” Reese adds. “Hudson and Archie have volunteered to show me around Sutton. Maybe you guys could meet up with us later?”
“Why not?” Ethan replies.
I turn my head to stare at him.
“I thought you were busy tonight?”
Ethan grins.
“I can spare an hour or two.”
I’ll probably be covered in hickeys and more spunk by the time that happens.
Ah.
“Text me later,” I say to Hudson.
“Enjoy hockey practice,” Archie returns with a smirk.
We say our goodbyes, and Ethan steers me back through the restaurant.
“Do you think they know?” I whisper.
Ethan raises one eyebrow at me.
“Oh, they know.”
“Pleased with yourself?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“I’m gonna head back to the dorm and change. I’ll meet you at the rink,” I announce. “And before you say no, I’m getting itchy. So if you want to have sex later, you’ll let me shower now.”
“Alright.”
“Alright?”
Ethan nods, and I wonder why he’s so easygoing all of a sudden.
He walks me back to the dorm, and while I expect him to leave me at the door, he follows me up to my room.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“We’ll shower together.”
“Later.”
“Now.”
So much for easygoing.