Chapter 8
ETHAN
Kiara moved into the guest room I had offered. She was stubborn, but I was persistent, and the school was much closer to my house. We had agreed on her paying the rent for her stay until she found a place of her own. I didn’t mind. She could stay as long as she wanted.
For the next week, I helped her move into the room next door while she helped me with the school stuff. Being a swim coach to kids was fun and stressful. I loved to teach them new swim strokes, but I had to stay on my toes all the time. Still, I enjoyed it.
But what I didn’t enjoy was seeing Kiara in tight dresses or formal pants every day.
When she turned to grab the mug from the cabinet, I couldn’t help my eyes when they fell down to her tight ass in the form-fitting trousers or skirts.
I closed my eyes and mentally groaned when I felt a twitch in my sweatpants.
Not now, Eiffel. Stay down.
I came back from the gym and saw Kiara making eggs and bacon for both of us. I tried to avoid seeing her in the morning because I had to take a cold shower and stop my mind from thinking about her or her body. She didn’t need to know about my cold showers and what I did in them.
It had been a month since she called off her wedding.
The wedding that was supposed to happen today.
I cleared my throat and thanked her for breakfast. We had fallen into our usual routine of making breakfasts for each other.
We rarely had lunch together as she would either be in the school or have a lunch date with Anya and Katherine.
She invited me, but I would either have photoshoot gigs or swim practice that I couldn’t miss.
We would either cook dinner together or order takeout and watch a movie on the couch with beers.
It almost felt like old times.
Almost because when she would lean over me to grab the remote of the television while we are on the couch, I would feel the brush of her chest on my arm and mentally groan every time I saw the cleavage from her t-shirt.
Then I would eat the dinner with a pillow on my lap while she critiqued the main characters of the movie.
“What is your plan for tonight?” I asked, eating up the last part of my eggs.
She looked at me, her amber eyes seemed distracted and her lips were in a sad frown.
I clenched the fork. She was still not over him.
That stupid jerk who decided it was a good idea to hide that he has a son.
I hated him when he made Bella cry in the hallway and thought she would accept him after hiding such a big thing.
“Why? It’s a usual weekday.” Her voice was clipped.
I reached for her hand and held it. When she looked at me, her eyes were guarded, but she let me rub my thumb on her pulse point.
“How about we have some Indian cuisine tonight? Panner Butter Masala with tandoori naan?”
Her eyes lit up and a small smile tugged her lips, “You want to have Indian tonight?”
“Mmhmm. I will cook.”
Her eyebrows raised, “You will cook Indian?”
“I may or may not have taken some cooking classes after university,” I brushed my lips on her knuckles, noticing the sharp intake of breath. The thin white blouse tightened across her chest and I forced myself to think about sharks. “So, it’s a deal. Tonight, Chef Ethan will cook for you.”
Kiara squeezed my hand. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I will help you with dinner.”
She kissed my cheek before taking her handbag and walking out of the house. I sat there, staring at the empty stool where she had been sitting a few moments ago. I touched my flushed cheek where I could feel the slight pressure of her lips.
My skin burned, and I didn’t regret thinking about her in the shower.
On her knees. Using those same full lips and soft hands on me, making me groan with pleasure.
I let my mind wander and think about all the dirty things I would do to her and her body if I had the chance to be with her, even for a night.
Would she like being spanked? Being told when to come and not? Would she like being punished by me if she came in my hands or mouth without my permission? Would she like being clamped, padded, and tied up naked for me?
I came with a low groan, my sharp breath panting on the cold wall.
My hand was still lazily stroking my cock, and I glared down at the mess I had made.
I should not think about all that. It was Kiara.
My best friend. The woman I have loved. Even if she was attracted to me physically, I didn’t know if she was into the kinks I enjoyed.
She was kinky, I knew that, but times have changed.
I need to stop thinking about her. No matter what.
“Since when do you have biceps?” Kiara smiled giddily and poked the said bicep she was smiling giddily at.
I didn’t expect a very tipsy Kiara while I was preparing dinner.
The taxi driver was nice enough to ring the bell and let me know about a very drunk woman who was whining about men for the past twenty minutes.
I didn’t expect that. Sure, she must be bummed about the breakup, but she had been nothing but calm and collected after the day she called the marriage off and handed Jake her ring.
She must have reached her breaking point.
I helped her in, ignoring the way her breasts covered by a thin blouse pressed against my arm. She watched me cut vegetables for the Panner Butter Masala and ogled at me. Trust me, neither I, nor Eiffel minded the ogling and the casual lingering touches from her, but she was drunk.
“I looooooooove your becups, Ethan!” She hiccupped and continued trailing her finger on my right bicep.
My Bella is a horny drunk.
I sighed, and holding her wrist, made her sit down on the stool. “They’re called biceps, Kiara.” She kept looking at me with her half-lidded hooded brown eyes. “How much did you drink?”
“Sixty-nine.”
“What?”
She licked her lips and took a long time doing that. My eyes fell on her plump lips. I clenched my jaw and looked away.
“I want to try sixty-nine.”
Yes, she was definitely horny. And drunk.
I ignored the images of sixty-nine with her and straightened up. “You’re coming with me.” I didn’t wait for her to reply and helped her in the bathroom, turning on the warm bath for her while she leaned on the frame of the door.
“Get inside.”
“You first.”
“No, Bella. You need to take a bath. It will clear up your head.”
An adorable pout framed her lips, her amber eyes looking up at me from beneath her lashes. “Won’t you join me?” Her voice was barely a whisper, but I felt it deep within my skin. I wanted to join her. Fuck.
She is drunk.
My eyes darkened, and I stepped closer to her. “I would have thought about it if you weren’t drunk right now.”
Kiara stubbornly pressed closer to me, her hands clutching the side of my t-shirt, scrunching the fabric. “I am not drunk. I just need to feel you. Skin to skin,” she whispered sultrily, her eyes darkening with lust. “And maybe try sixty-nine.”
I closed my eyes. This is the worst torture for mankind. I could try to handle Kiara, but a horny, drunk Kiara? No chance. With as much control as I could muster, I held her shoulder and turned her toward the bath.
“Get undressed and take a bath. I will check up on you in a while.”
“Why don’t you help undress me?”
I glared at her and said with a firm voice, “Kiara. Get in the bath. Now.”
She seemed stunned by this and blinked at me. Kiara giggled, “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
I gaped at her and her words. She did not just—Kiara turned her back on me and removed her blouse, her wavy hair tumbling over the nude bra strap. Okay, this is my cue. I quickly backed out of the bathroom and closed the door behind me, breathing a sigh of relief.
Somehow, I knew tonight was going to be a long night.
As promised, I went to check up on Kiara when she didn’t step out of the bath after half an hour.
I had already prepared the sabzi, and the naan was ready as well.
All we had to do was serve it and eat. But Kiara was still in the bath.
I knocked and waited. She didn’t reply, so I called her name, but still, she didn’t reply.
Should I let her take her time? She seemed sad before leaving for school today.
What if she is not okay and sad?
Fuck it.
I opened the bathroom door and walked inside. Kiara was in the bathtub, but she was naked and wet. I felt like a teenager looking at breasts for the first time, even though her body was covered under the foamy water.
“Oh. I knocked, but you didn't say anything; and it had been too long, so I wondered if I should check up on you,” I rambled like a complete idiot.
Way to go, Ethan.
Kiara’s eyes seemed brighter than before, and she looked a little better. She pursed her lips, her wet hair clung to her wet skin.
She smiled at me, not at all bothered by my presence.
“It’s alright, Ethan. I loved the bath and found it too relaxing to get out of it.
I’m sorry, I lost the track of time.” Kiara blushed, the water in the bath splashing when she moved.
It took all the control in me not to avert my eyes from her face.
“It’s fine, I’ll leave you to it,” I said, my voice deep and husky.
“Oh, no. I am done with the bath, I was about to get out, anyway.”
My eyebrows raised when I noticed the subtle change in her tone, and my lips fell open when Kiara stood up from the bath.
Her naked body dripped wet with water as she stepped out of it and walked toward me.
I couldn't help but watch her perky breasts pouting toward me with her hard nipples as they bounced a little with each soft step she took.
Her stomach was taut, and her body was toned and curvy in all the right places.
I wanted to touch and lick every part of her golden, soft skin.
“Kiara,” I warned, my voice heavy with arousal.