Chapter 22 #2
"I hate that guy," Katherine grumbled under her breath.
"Feeling’s mutual." Rio asked as he settled beside Katherine, "What did you see in him anyway?"
"Even I don't know. I could do so much better," I said, looking at Ethan, and squeezed his hand. He squeezed my palm in return, which was much better than any words.
After what seemed like hours of studying, I decided that meeting Arianna would relieve me from all the stress of pre-calculus and upcoming tests.
I tried to ignore Ethan's scorching gaze burning holes in my back when I walked to the washroom, which was on the other side of the library. I waited for Ariana in the bathroom.
"I didn't know you were so impatient."
My heart dropped when I saw Ethan enter the washroom with a big grin on his charming face as he closed the door behind him.
"Ethan," I stuttered. "What are you doing here?"
He marched toward me and swept me up in a hard, passionate kiss. I held back my moan when he placed me on the counter, squeezing my ass and kissing me desperately, tugging my shirt away.
In between the kisses, he asked softly, "Were you scared?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, my palms brushing his jaw. "Scared of what?" I knew what he was talking about.
Ethan sighed deeply, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, his hands going under my tee and massaging the skin on my waist when I bit my lip.
"Of me." His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"I-I saw how you looked at me." He raised his head to look at me, his eyes gleaming with .
. . tears? Were those tears glistening in his eyes?
"I don't want you to be scared of me, Kiara. "
I held his cheeks to make him look at me, staring into his unmatched glassy eyes.
"I can never be scared of you, Ethan. You can never hurt me, okay?
And I-I wasn't scared of you.” I pursed my lips and kissed the corners of his lips, breathing in his woodsy, musky scent.
"Remember I was the one who wiped all the wounds off your face and knuckles, E.
I am not afraid of you. You are my best friend. "
His jaw clenched under my palm as heat radiated through our body and I felt my insides churn when I realized I made him remember about his bullies.
Growing up with unmatched eyes as a child, he was bullied by other kids.
Sometimes, I found him with blood splattered on his face behind the school or they would lock him up in one of the lockers in the swim locker room.
Me, Rio, and Liam scared bullies and tried to save Ethan whenever we could, but then Ethan stopped talking to us, hated how he wasn't normal and hated his heterochromatic eyes.
One day, Ethan stopped cowering and hit them so badly that one of the bullies transferred to another school, scared of him. When his mothers weren't happy about it, I took him to my room, and wiping his bloody knuckles, I kissed his Spider-Man bandaged knuckles.
I waited for him to reply and gently brushed the pad of my thumb on his cheekbones when he finally looked up at me. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw specks of dark green and blue swirling in his eyes. Ethan was beautiful.
"So you are not scared of me?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
I bit my lip and shook my head when his eyes lowered down to my lips and I instantly released my lip.
"I was actually thinking about fucking you on that table.
" I smiled at him, pulling him closer, and whispered in his ear, "Or ride you to orgasm on that chair.
" I licked his earlobe and bit down his earlobe when his fingers dug on my skin.
"Or worship every inch of your skin until the only name you remember is mine. "
I pulled away to stare at his face and a small smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. "Potty mouth."
He shook his head and chuckled deeply, brushing his lips on my neck. "You have such a crude, dirty, and filthy mouth." He met my eyes and cupped my face as humor crinkled in his eyes. "You're lucky I like you anyway."
I narrowed my eyes. "You better—mmh!" I moaned when he bowed his lips to mine, and I spread my legs to pull him closer. Then I realized why I was here.
"Ethan, wa—oh, God,” I groaned, arching my back when he bit my bud through my bra while he kneaded the other one. I don't know when he removed my T-shirt.
Ethan trailed his hands down to my jeans, unbuttoning it and shoving his hand inside my underwear. We both groaned when his fingers found out how ready I was for him. Before he could go any further and make my brain shut down, I tugged his hair, making him look at me. Sadly, it didn't work.
I let out a garbled moan when he dipped two fingers inside me and kissed me, swallowing the moans. I clenched my walls around his fingers when his thumb played with my little nub.
"So warm and tight," he growled. "I want to be inside you." He slowly bit at the swell of my breast while I moaned reaching my high, holding on to his broad shoulders.
The doorknob of the washroom struggled to open, and I whimpered when Ethan suddenly pulled away and helped me stand.
"I’m in the cubicle," he whispered, pecking my lips before hiding inside the last cubicle. Pussytease.
With a scowl, I readjusted my ponytail. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and saw Ariana frowning at me. Well, shit.
"I thought you wouldn't come . . . but why was the door locked?" she asked.
“I don't know,” I lied. “What did you want to tell me? It seemed important."
Her smile wavered when she walked toward me, twiddling her thumbs. "Um . . . the thing is—ohmygosh, this is weird."
I nodded, unsure of what to say. Ethan would be so mad knowing I came here to meet his ex-girlfriend and not to have a quickie with him.
Releasing her breath, she ran a hand through her hair. "I—um, please listen to me."
"I’ve been listening for the past two minutes. You’re fumbling with words. Are you okay?"
All of a sudden, she exclaimed, "Fine! I wanted to tell you something really important. Just don't tell anybody, please."
I could feel Ethan pressing his ear on the door to hear what Ariana had to say something so important to me that she decided to meet me secretly. I didn't know what to do.
"Just spill it."
She stepped closer and my breath caught in my throat when she held my palm. "I . . . wow, your skin is soft. Anyway, there was only one reason I wanted to be with Ethan."
Okay, now I’m interested.
I heard something fall in the last cubicle and her blue eyes went there, "What was that—”
I held her arms, grinning brightly. "You were saying? One reason?"
I could write a novel about why you should be in a relationship with Ethan Kane. And she came up with one? What's wrong with this world?
"Yes." She nodded and looked down. “It’s personal.”
I heard Ethan cough. So, I had to pretend it was me who was coughing. “Okay.”
She bit her lip and looked at me. “I’m bisexual.”
I took a sharp breath. “Yeah, okay. That’s good, right?”
I was confused. Okay, so what she was bisexual?
Ariana blushed more if it was possible. "Yes, I like both men and women." And for the first time, I noticed that she was checking me out. Especially my breasts, which were way too small compared to hers.
"Oh, nonono." I backed away, my back hitting the wall and my eyes going wide.
Ariana stepped closer, her pupils wide. "Yes, Kiara. Oh, God, you don't know how many wet dreams I’ve had when I came screaming your name."
I was sure my eyes were popping out of my sockets and my breathing was labored, not because I was attracted to her, but because I was surprised. And shocked. "Ariana, look, I respect that you are bi and I’m totally fine with it, but . . . I don't like you like that. You see, I am more into dicks."
Was I doing it right?
Her face saddened and she looked down at her curvy frame. "You don't think I’m pretty?"
I shook my head vigorously. "Nonono, you're very pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous. But I don't—”
Ariana pressed closer and I didn't know what to do when her boobs pressed against mine. I mentally screamed at Ethan to help me. "Then prove it. Kiss me."
I held her shoulders, to pull away from her but instead, she held my arms. "No, Ariana. I’m not going to kiss you just because of—”
She breathed, "I like you very much, Kiara."
And before I could stop her, she pressed her lips against mine. Oh, shit.
I was frozen in shock and my limbs didn't work when she moved her lips against mine. I finally gathered my thoughts when I heard the door open and pulled away from Ariana. I wiped my lips with the back of my palm, tasting that cherry lipstick of hers.
"What the hell.”
I turned around to see Ethan, who was looking very confused as he stared between the two of us; his ex-girlfriend and his best friend.