Chapter 7 #3
I didn’t let him answer and took his wrist because his knuckles were bruised and I didn’t want to hurt him. Ryan yelled at the people and told the DJ to start the music again while I took Ethan upstairs in one of the safe guest rooms and he followed me wordlessly.
“Sit down,” I said, slamming the door behind us, and looked for a medical kit in the bathroom.
Ethan didn’t meet my eyes when I cleaned the small amount of blood from his knuckles, applying alcohol to clean the cuts.
I hissed when his hand tightened around mine.
I couldn’t bear to hurt him. I wrapped the bandage around him even though he complained he didn’t need it, but he stopped arguing when I glared at him.
“You shouldn’t have done this, Kiara,” he whispered, his deep voice making tingles spiral down my spine when I gently cleaned the small cut on his cheekbone.
I was standing between his legs while he was sitting down on the bed, and I could feel my heart thundering in my ears when he stared at me with his mismatched intense eyes.
His warm breath caressed the skin on my neck, and I noticed that his hands were curled into fists. Is he still mad at Liam? Me?
“And you shouldn’t have fought with Liam,” I said with a firm voice, the warmth of his body melting away my anger, and I dropped the cotton ball. “Seriously, Ethan. You’re hurt because I cried. That sounds so stupid.”
He clenched his jaw. “He made you cry. He deserved it. Are you done?”
I held his face and without looking at his eyes, I said, “No, I am not done. You have a wound on your forehead.”
“Stop it.”
“No, you stop it. I have to clean the wound.”
“Kiara,” he snapped, “it fucking stings.”
My arm dropped and I stepped away. I whispered softly, “I am sorry I am hurting you.”
His eyes softened and he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist. “You are not hurting me. It’s his fault that you almost drowned, and now, he made you cry.”
I cupped his face, my thumb caressing his cheekbone. “Would you rather I kissed Carter?”
Ethan tensed under my touch. His lip twitched and he shook his head. “I would rather you didn’t play that stupid game.”
A shiver curled down my back when his warm, large hands trailed over my waist, my skin tingling with goose bumps, and I wished I wasn’t wearing the stupid top so he could touch my skin.
Swallowing the gulp in my throat, I asked, “And why is that?”
A gasp escaped my lips when he pressed me against him, his body heat radiating into me and warming me. “Because I’d rather have you all to myself,” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine.
Heat curled up in my face, my hands sliding down to his neck.
My fingers brushed the hair on his nape, and he sighed softly at the touch.
His hands were trailing over my sides, never brushing against the side of my breasts or going down my hips.
Just my waist, and still, I was turned on standing between his legs.
“That’s a bit selfish of you, don’t you think?”
“Yes, I am selfish when it comes to you,” he said, his palm cupping my jaw. “Can I kiss you, Kiara?”
I licked my lips, his eyes dropping down to my lips, and my breath hitched in my throat when I nodded, leaning closer to him. “Kiss me, Ethan.”
And kiss he did. Our lips pressed against each other, the flutters in my belly spreading to my mind as I smiled.
He smiled back. We were both grinning and clumsily kissing each other.
Our hands were fumbling, and he tilted his head, his hand running through my hair, making me purr in pleasure.
I opened up to him, his hot tongue licking the seams of my bottom lip before savoring my mouth.
My hands feathered the soft locks of his onyx hair while our lips entwined with each other.
I gasped when I felt my back land on the mattress.
Ethan hovered above me, his eyes hooded with lust, hunger, and desire.
I licked my lips and we started making out again, the sound of our lips kissing and heavy breathing surrounding us with the muffled noise of the music.
A moan slipped past my lips when his hands squeezed my waist, his lips trailing down my jaw and my hips rising to meet his.
“Ohmygod,” I whimpered, “Ethan, please.”
I could feel his boner brushing between my legs and the realization that he was hard because of me aroused me more than ever. I wanted him. Fuck everything else.
Ethan pulled away, my eyes snapping open and my chest heaving up and down to keep some air in my lungs when I met the sight in front of me.
His hair was tousled, lips were swollen, and pupils dilated.
His eyes roved over me, and I did nothing to hide, allowing him to notice how hard my nipples were.
“No, Kiara”—he gulped nervously—“this . . . this is not okay.”
I leaned up on my elbows. “What?”
Ethan shook his head as if he was in a trance and stood up from the bed, getting away from me. What the hell happened to him?
“I am sorry, Bella. But I can’t do this,” he said. “You are my best friend.”
Lust turned into anger as I straightened my clothes and glared at him. “A best friend you want to fuck.” I nodded at his boner and his cheeks turned red when he took a sharp breath.
“I apologize for my behavior. We will talk later.” With that the door of the room shut closed and I sighed, running a hand over my face.
What the fuck just happened? Wait, was he hard because he thought of someone else and not me? Did he really consider me as his little sister? But last time I checked, you don’t skinny-dip with your little sister. Kiara, you’re going off-topic.
Shaking my head, I stood up from the bed and patted down my mussed hair, blushing at the sight of my flushed cheeks, clothes disheveled, and lips swollen from the kiss we shared.
If he enjoyed the kiss, which I know he did, then why did he all of a sudden push away and practically run away from the room?
I went downstairs, taking an empty cup and filling it with beer, bobbing my head to the music while looking for Ethan or any of my friends.
The crowd seemed smaller than before. I walked to the pool, wondering if Ethan would be there, but decided that the pool was no longer safe.
There was an adult man wearing a G-string on his chest. A naked female mannequin floated in the pool, and every now and then someone was kissing it. Frat parties are dangerous.
I was about to walk back inside when I saw Ethan.
Talking with two girls who were giggling and drinking.
Anger ran through my veins, but I controlled it and raised my glass when he found me staring at him.
I forced a smile and swallowed the content in my cup, the sharp burn of the beer feeling much better.
Ignoring him, I walked inside the house and went to the kitchen to find more beer.
Thankfully, the kitchen was empty as I sat on the island, mulling over my relationship with Ethan.
Yeah, we were best friends, but best friends didn’t kiss each other as we did.
But then he pushed away and was now talking to two women.
If he did go with them, then I was sure he didn’t want anything to do with me and I’d move on from this lust. Eventually.
“I’m sorry if I was being rude,” I heard the familiar voice and sighed when he entered the kitchen.
I shrugged at Carter, sipping on my beer, but when his eyes raked over my body, he didn’t look guilty. He ran a hand through his hair and said, “A girl like you shouldn’t be alone . . .”
The cold buzz of the beer left a tingle in my throat when I raised my eyebrow. “Where do you think I should be?”
I would definitely regret flirting with Ryan’s best friend tomorrow morning, but fuck it, I was drunk and horny. And my best friend was giggling with two girls.
His lips twitched when he leaned closer, keeping his arms on either side of my body. I held my breath when he came dangerously close and whispered in my ear, “You should be lying naked on my bed. With me.”
A soft chuckle escaped my lips when he pulled away, confusion written on his face. I shook my head. “Come on, Carter. I thought you could do better than that.” I poked his chest. “I’m disappointed. Give me a better reason for not sitting here all alone with a beer in my hand and sex on my mind.”
I had zero filters when I was drunk. Or not.
His eyes lit up and he smirked. “I won’t give you the reason—”
“No?”
“No. Instead”—he parted my legs and stepped closer, his knuckles brushing over the bare skin on my waist—“I can show you.”
I took a shuddering breath and licked my lips, the tang of beer fresh on my tongue and lips. Do I really want to kiss him? Sleep with him and possibly lose my virginity to Ryan’s best friend?
While I pondered over my decisions, Carter kept his hands to himself, waiting for me to either agree or disagree with him. I was thankful for that.
“Kindly step away from her.”
In my drunken haze, I snapped, “Fuck off.”
“You’ve had enough, Kiara.”
“What the hell, man! I am talking to her—”
My head swirled when someone took me in their arms. Or is it the world?
“What the fuck banc—oh, it’s you.” I giggled and covered my mouth when Ethan’s arms tightened around my knees, keeping me close to him. I almost cursed him in my mother tongue. Sorry, ma.
I stayed quiet and admired his face shamelessly.
I noticed how stubble peppered his sharp jaw, his stern full lips that had kissed me moments ago and how badly I wanted to feel them against me.
Again and again. All over my body. I shivered and licked my lips.
The illuminating light fell on his angelic face and devilish eyes.
The blue was angry like a storm brewing in the ocean while green looked like a moss dark forest. His hair was sleeked back, but it looked tousled as if he had raked his hand through his hair a lot and with each angry step he took, the strand on his face fell low on his forehead.
Without thinking I raised my hand to push it back when the sexy jerk slammed the door shut and pushed me back on the door.
I glared at him when the room swirled around me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he growled, slamming his hands on either side of my face. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw a vein pop on his neck as he leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over my neck.
Now, this would have been followed by an angry, lip bruising kiss and sex like those lemon books I used to read.
But it was me, so obviously I tripped on air while standing. Why did I decide to wear heels again?
Ethan caught me, anger vanishing from his voice as he said, “Sorry, I forgot how clumsy you are.”
Clutching his T-shirt, I forced my brain to focus on standing on my own legs rather than lean closer on the man in front of me even though he smelled divine.
I felt his fingers brush away my hair and he whispered, “Hey, are you all right? We can go home.”
I looked at him and wondered how anyone could be cute and sexy at the same time.
“You,” I said, glancing at his lips for a second.
“What?”
Exhaling a sharp breath, I said, “I was thinking about you.”
“What are you talking about, Kiara?”
“You asked me what the fuck I was thinking. I was thinking about you”—I paused and looked at his diamond-like eyes—“and sex.”
Holy shit! I had to remember this and tell Katherine. She’d be so proud of me and I could finally say ‘I grew some tits!’ Not literally.