Chapter 18 #2
I frowned and asked, remembering the way Liam had looked at her after the morning practice. "What's going on between you and Liam? It's fucking me up."
She sighed and closed her book, turning to me. "It's nothing, E. He is trying to talk to me, but I am ignoring him. Just the usual. How was practice?" she asked after keeping her diary safely in the backpack.
I knew she was hiding something from me. But I also knew she would eventually feel comfortable sharing that secret with me and tell me about it, so I let it go.
"If you say so. It was good. But the coach said I should help you in your swimming."
"But why? I do know how to swim."
I shrugged, running a hand through my damp hair. "After what happened with Liam, she wants to make sure you don’t drown,” I said and clenched my jaw. “Even though we all know, I’d never let that happen."
She snorted. "Yeah, right."
I smiled. "Hey, Kee?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I face-battle with you?"
"Face-battle?"
I could feel my cheeks flush. "Yeah, I mean, kiss you.”
Kiara grinned, her eyes shining. "Let's face battle."
And we did. Lots of face battling. At one point, my hand landed on the piano when I wanted to pull her closer, but we both jumped hearing the loud notes and chuckled, deciding to continue this make-out session later.
* * *
"Are you sure you're all right? What about your pussy? May I help you in any way?" I asked, raising my brow.
All I got in reply was a grunt, similar to an angry lioness and a pillow thrown to my face. "Go away, Ethan! And I swear if you say pussy one more time—”
I grinned. "Pussy."
"Pussy!" Eveline cheered from the floor, playing with her soft-toy T. rex dinosaur. I couldn't help but snicker when Kiara gave me a finger before yanking the blanket to her face and curling into a ball.
It'd been a week since our first time and since then we were constantly having sex like bunnies.
The sex was mind-blowing, and we found out why it was the best thing in this world even though it took trial and error from both of us.
After we both got exhausted after our last night sessions, we decided to shower—yes, we had sex in there—but it was way too slippery and dangerous, so we decided to come to the bedroom.
Well, I dragged her, but she didn't complain.
This morning, she freaked out and started crying because there was a tiny red spot in my bedsheet and her sweatpants.
I told her it was nothing to worry about because I lived with two women who never synced and when they did, I went through hell with them.
But Kia kept telling me it was too embarrassing, so I shut her up and placed her in a warm bubble bath.
I know, my ma raised me well.
I had already put the sheets in the laundry when I found Kiara crying on my bed and ignoring me. Her mood swings were out of this world and I knew better to have chocolate at my arm's length ready.
"Upsy-daisy!" I picked Eveline up, grinning at the bundle of joy. She giggled and tried to catch my face with her tiny hands and gave her a nose kiss.
"Hey."
She peeked at me, lowering her blanket and I kneeled on the edge of the bed with Eveline giggling in my arms.
"How are you feeling?" I dared to ask, kissing her temple.
"Like someone is stabbing my vagina. With three knives." She scrunched her face in pain and bit her bottom lip. “Wait—make it five.”
"That's why your breasts were sensitive last night," I said, remembering last night and lowered my eyes at the blanket where— "Ow!"
Kiara asked after smacking my head, "Can you not talk or think about sex for a minute?"
I didn't reply and slowly shook my head before chuckling at her angry face, which looked like a wounded puppy. I kissed her nose and ran my hand through her soft hair. "Hold on, Bella. I'll do something about it."
She raised her eyebrows. "And what would that be?”
I winked. "I have something in mind. But first, Evey has to sleep, right?"
I looked down at her to see her tiny fingers clutching the fabric of my shirt and sleeping soundly in my arms. All she did was sleep, eat, and play. What a life.
Smiling, I pecked her wild blond curls and loved her baby smell. When I heard sniffling, I saw Kiara's eyes glistening with tears. "You . . . you are s'cute." Taking a tissue, she blew her nose and cried silently while I didn't know what I should do.
I cleared my throat. "I’ll order some pizza. Is that cool?"
Kiara wailed, "Lovely! Don't forget to change her diaper. Or else she’ll start crying."
After changing the diaper and putting Eveline to bed, I walked into the living room to see mom was sitting on one of the stools of the island, typing furiously on her laptop.
"Hey, Mom."
She lowered her glasses and smiled at me. "Hey, love. So, what's the deal with Kiara? Did you do something?"
“Of course not, Mom. It's her time of the month."
"Poor girl. What are you planning to do?"
"Uh . . . order pizza?"
She rolled her gray eyes at me. "She's your girlfriend and—”
"Mom, she’s not my girlfriend."
I wasn't lying. We didn't want to label our relationship and I was fine with it as long as Kiara was with me and happy.
"Really? The whole school knows, her parents know, even Joe, the electrician knows.
It was about time you moved on from that Ariana.
She was taking you for granted. And don't you think I noticed that you both sneak into each other's room at night?
And the extra laundry? I hope you're using protection, son—even though I wouldn't mind having a grandchild at an early age—”
"Mom. I am going to walk into my room, order pizzas, cuddle with my 'girlfriend,' and have some alone time. Okay?" I did the air quotations while speaking girlfriend, to which she replied with a knowing smirk.
"Okay, honey. Back massages are a way to women's hearts. After food, of course."
"Thanks, Mom.”
* * *
"Mhmm, right there, Ethan," she moaned softly, closing her eyes while my hands and fingers did their work. "Hard."
Smirking I followed her demand and put some pressure in my hands. "You like it?" I whispered, kissing her neck.
Kia grinned at me looking over her shoulder, kissing me on my lips. "I love it. You are doing a—fuckshit. A great job," she groaned mid-sentence when my fingers found tensed muscles on her shoulders.
Taking some more coconut oil, I rubbed it in between my palms and massaged her tensed deltoids.
Listening to her moan while I gave her a back massage made my pride go up a notch.
It was something about making her say my name with a long moan that did it to me. Even though I had to scold Eiffel down.
"How are you feeling now?"
She smiled lazily. "Way better than before. Thank you, Ethan. You're my hero."
"Mhmm." I rolled her over so she facing me while I straddled her and landed my lips on hers, making her sigh in delight.
My hands wandered from her collarbones, down to her naked breasts. I lifted my head and, taking both of them in my hands, I kneaded them like I knew she loved, flicking the sensitive buds with my thumb.
"Shit, Ethan!" Kiara groaned, throwing her head back while I sucked her dusky nipple in my mouth, blowing air on the sensitive tip and biting it slowly.
I leaned down and gave the same attention to the twin while my hands massaged her sides. "You feel so good, Kia," I rasped huskily and kissed her skin down to the navel.
I looked at her when she tugged my hair. "No, Ethan. Stop."
Frowning, I stopped and cupped her face, which was full of worry, while my other hand kept my body from crushing hers. "What happened? Did I . . . did I hurt you?”
Kia blushed, shaking her head. "No, silly. I just—I am on my—”
"Period? So what? It's just a word that stops sentences. Nothing else. And if I want to make you feel good, I will," I said with a firm voice and added softly, "It might help you with your cramps."
Her brown eyes lit up, but she shook her head. "I don't think you want—”
"We can use the towels."
Kiara snickered. "No, Ethan. As much as I love the sound of it, I am not comfortable with it."
I sighed and flopped beside her. "Whatever you say, Kia."
"Hey." I felt her lean toward me and her hand stroked my cheek, making me look at her. "I am sorry, but I am not in the mood to have period sex and turn your room into a crime scene."
My face softened and I pressed her body closer to me. "You don't have to apologize for anything. We will just cuddle. But"—my eyes lowered and unconsciously, my fingers tweaked her nipple, making her bite her lip—"you have to cover these girls. I can't keep my hands to myself."
She chuckled, kissing my nose, and wore the tee she was wearing before, without the bra. "I can't believe you just Selena Gomez’d me."
I grinned, loving the way I made this gorgeous woman smile. "Anything for you."