Chapter 18
BACK MASSAGES ARE A WAY TO WOMEN’S HEARTS
ETHAN
We didn't sleep until four in the morning.
But then again, I had to wake her up in half an hour, so I decided to let Kiara have some rest because she seemed exhausted.
I made coffee and breakfast for us and all I could wonder was how did we keep up with having sex for more than an hour.
I had to scold Eiffel down because he was being a bad boy.
"Kia, wake up." I tried shaking her shoulder to see any reaction. I did get a reaction. A small snore and cuddling her face in the pillow.
I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. She was naked, her tanned legs tangled in the blanket and hair wildly splaying on her sheets. She surely was a sight for sore eyes.
“Bella, we have to go to school. You can't miss a day, remember?"
Kiara whined, "I am so tired . . . and sore."
The bed dipped when I sat beside her and removed the strands from her face, letting my hand rest on her cheek. "Hey, let's get showered and you can sleep on the bleachers. Or I can ask Volt to pick you up?”
She leaned into my hand and opened her eyes. “Volt will ask too many questions. I will come with you. On one condition."
I raised my eyebrow.
She bit my thumb and grinned. "Shower with me."
Eiffel throbbed in my sweatpants and I gulped nervously. "Kiara, we will be late."
She rolled her eyes, sitting up. The sheets slid down and I took a sharp breath seeing her breasts. I had a hard time listening to her when her perky nipples were erect in the air.
"No sex. Just shower. We will probably save water and time too."
Saving water with Kiara? Hell yeah.
* * *
"Stop poking me," I growled under my breath.
"Then stay still!"
"This was a horrible idea."
"Agreed,” she said, disagreeing by shaking her head.
"Jesus—Kiara! That stings.”
"Sorry. I will cut my nails next time," Kiara grumbled and gently scrubbed my back with a loofah. Her tiny claw marks were cute, and I would wear them proudly, but they stung. "I don't get how anyone can have sex in the shower."
"I mean . . . we could do something if we are flexible enough and—”
"I am very flexible."
"Really?” I asked. “I didn't know by the time we were in the third position.”
"That was fourth, silly."
"Exactly. Turn around."
The little pelts of her shower fell on my face when I told her to face her back to me.
As our height didn't match, she was facing the shower while a few drops of water fell on my body.
Kiara helped me clean my back, which was undoubtedly covered in her claw marks.
I never complained when she dug them on my back when I brought her to the edge.
"Hey, Ethan? How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant?" she asked when I squeezed her coconut shampoo in my palm and started massaging her wet hair.
"It's four in the morning. Let me have coffee before you start acting weird, Bella.”
She snickered and sighed in contentment. “Oh, God, I would do anything for you to shampoo my hair every day.”
"Anything?" my voice dropped an octave as I whispered, kissing her shoulder.
Kiara turned around, her brown-gold eyes hooded with desire. She tipped on her toes and captured my lips in a small kiss, deepening it, her hands scratching my chest, and I groaned, stopping their descent.
I pulled away from the kiss, gazing at her wet, naked body. "We will be late."
She pouted, letting the shower rinse her hair. "Pussy-tease."
After getting showered, I wrapped a towel around my waist and held a clean towel for her. She grinned at me and stepped closer as I hugged her, patting dry her body.
"Can't we take a leave today?" she asked, staring at me with her wide brown eyes.
"Absolutely not."
Kiara sighed, pulling away, and tucked the end of the towel in between her breasts, wrapping another towel in her hair with a turban thing-y. That was so weird but attractive to watch.
"I just wanted to stay at home with you today."
I pecked the hickey on the column of her neck and laid my chin on her shoulder, looking in the mirror. "You can, Bella, but after school, okay? I can't miss my practice and you can't miss your lectures. Come on, I made breakfast for us, so I want you out in ten."
She chuckled when I playfully slapped her ass and changed into the pants I wore last night and black shirt. Taking my backpack from the floor, I walked into the kitchen and ate my banana pancakes with coffee waiting for her.
"I swear, Kia. If you won't be ready in five, I’ll drag you in whatever you are wearing. Finally, the highness has decided to grace me with her presence."
Kiara rolled her eyes and sat beside me.
"You are walking funnily," I pointed out, my cheeks flushing.
She glared at me, eating the pancake. "It was my first time and not to mention, you have an anaconda."
"It's more of an Eiffel," I murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing. Eat your breakfast.” I asked her if she packed her History assignment, which we had to submit today and left our empty plates in the sink.
"Ready for school?” I grinned. “And to answer everyone why you are walking like that?"
“Stop that, I can walk perfectly fine.”
As she went to open the door, I swung the backpack over my shoulders and she slipped on something, tripping on air. I winced when she hit the floor, making a small thump and yelping a small 'ow.'
Pursing my lips, I walked toward her. She was shaking her head at herself and whispered, "I am so done."
I nodded. "Seems like sex is the only thing you are flexible at."
"One more word, Ethan. I swear, I will kill you," she snapped, her brown eyes going fiery, and swatted my hand away when I tried to pull her on her feet. Stubborn ass. But she does have a nice ass.
"Then what about my magical dick and this body, which is a bonus?" I asked smugly, repeating her own words.
Kia raised a daring eyebrow and—fuck me, she looked hot. "Ever heard of necrophilia?"
I laughed, shaking my head, and followed her out of her house while she locked it and made me use the stairs because I was too busy laughing. She closed the doors of the elevator on my face.
She’d definitely be the death of me. Ah, the grim future.
* * *
"Why is Kiara walking like that?"
I hid my grin and turned to Rio. He was watching Kiara, who was trying to waddle up the stairs, letting out a hiss with each step. Okay, now I am worried too.
"I don't know . . ." I murmured when she finally sat on her spot. First row, middle seat.
"Okay, horny sharks. Listen up!"
A bunch of us snickered walking toward our coach, thirty-six-year-old Jamaican Mrs. Bennet. She was the one who kept all of us together without punching each other's faces or dicks—in some cases.
"Where's Lee?" Coach asked as we surrounded her in a semi-circle, some of us removing our goggles and caps.
"He is in the locker room, Coach,” Rio replied with a smirk.
Lee was from Tokyo and he was one of our transfer students. He was the leanest guy among all of us but still ate more than us. And it was his time to slack off and eat some snacks in the locker room.
"Liam? Go and drag him out of the stalls. Even if he's naked. I have to—Oy, Kiara! Close your eyes. You might not want to see Lee's schlong," Coach yelled, looking behind us, where Kiara was writing something in her diary and looked up to give a smile to the coach.
I sure as hell didn't want her to see anyone's penis, even Lee's.
After Liam dragged Lee out of the stalls with a big packet of Doritos in his hands, we all sighed in relief because he was still wearing his swimming trunks. The coach explained to us that next month, Winter High—our nemesis—would be coming to our school for the swim competition.
I badly wanted to win against them. Because: a) To prove Liam I was faster than him; b) To defeat Paul, their best swimmer, in one of the competitions.
When we were thirteen, Kiara had the biggest crush on Paul Corey, the golden boy of Winter High.
They both had been together since then because they shared the same piano class.
After romancing for a year, she told him she liked him, and he agreed to take her out on a date.
She was over the moon, but after a month she found out that Paul was already dating someone else and stringing her all that time.
I had held her in my arms when she came back crying to me after seeing Paul with another girl in an ice cream parlor, kissing her.
Of course, I walked there with Kiara shuffling behind me and punched him.
Then I bought Kiara her favorite ice cream and went to the roof, kissing her for the first time.
Now, Paul was eighteen, still the same with more douchery. And I would do anything to beat his cocky ass. Again.
* * *
I had already changed into my clothes after our evening swim practice and was waiting for Kiara to wrap up her piano classes.
I thought back to last night and fought off a smile, biting the inside of my cheek.
I loved making her happy and laugh, especially when we had sex.
Fuck, she was beautiful and it was amazing.
As soon as I heard the soft piano playing, I opened the door a little and peeked from the little space to watch Kiara.
Her fingers flew over the black and white keys, a few of her hair strands framing her face, her eyebrows drawn in concentration.
I smiled watching her. Even though I hated the way Paul smiled at her while adding other notes building the music sitting beside her on the seat, I adored listening to her play.
They finished and talked about the music as their music teacher cheered them. I waited for her to pack up and was surprised that she was scribbling something in her diary. I knocked and the teacher let me in. I sat beside her, ignoring Paul, who was organizing the sheet music.
"So, what are you writing about?” I asked. “Another story idea?”
Kia quickly hid it, narrowing her dark brown eyes at me, "Privacy, Ethan. It's nothing important.”