Chapter 13
KIARA
Katherine sipped on her glass of water, “I always feel wet.”
My eyes widened, and I looked past her enormous baby bump to see if she was wet or not. She was six months pregnant, so I was sure she couldn’t have her water break but what was she talking about.
Anya, who was sitting beside me, nodded at my friend and sipped her wine. “I understand. And not even the sexy wet.”
“Yes! It’s like I might have peed myself, but I know I haven’t.”
I exhaled a sharp breath looking at my friends, “Wow.”
We were all invited to Katherine and Ryan’s co-ed baby shower.
By we, I mean, all our high school friends and it was like a reunion.
I had already met Rio, Volt, and Becky with his two sons and Liam.
There was noticeable tension between Liam and me, but Ethan was by my side making it less awkward.
They both had arrived together after their swim practice while Anya, Andrew, and I arrived together.
Katherine rolled her eyes and adjusted her satin dress which hugged her beautiful curvy body. I was almost jealous. “Oh, hush, you. When you get pregnant, you will know what we are talking about.”
My eyes darted to my stomach, and I clenched my jaw. I took the glass of water placed on the table and gulped it down. I wanted to be pregnant and hoped I would be as soon as possible.
Anya cleared her throat and asked, “So, how is everything going with Ethan?”
“Ethan, huh?” Katherine gave me a sly smirk and glanced at the round table next to us.
The baby shower was held in their backyard and decorated with baby blue and white flowers and curtains as she was pregnant with a baby boy.
Ryan, Ethan, Liam, Rio, and Volt sat at the other table with their other friends.
My eyes couldn’t stay away from Ethan, and I clenched my legs as I saw him grinning at something Rio said.
He looked absolutely beautiful and devilishly handsome when he was happy.
Fuck, it should be illegal for him to be this handsome.
He turned my way, his blue-green eyes twinkling in the warm evening sunlight.
I took a sharp breath when he winked at me and eyed me shamelessly.
I felt a hot prickling sensation, and even though I was wearing a dress, I felt naked under his piercing gaze.
I looked away first, trying to forget how delicious he looked in a crisp white shirt.
I cleared my throat and replied to Anya’s question. “Everything with Ethan is going great. More than great, actually.” I squeezed my legs together, desperate for some friction, and surprising myself when I found my thong drenched. “We are getting along well.”
Really well.
Ethan’s determination and stamina were way beyond the previous partners I had shared a bed with. I missed the way the body gets sore after a solid day of excessive intimacy. I cherished it.
Katherine cooed, “The way Ethan has been looking at you, it seems like high school all over again. Reminds me of good old days.”
I made a face that made both of them laugh at me.
Anya leaned toward Katherine, “Oh, really? How was Kiara when she was a teenager?”
Here we go.
“Oh, she was a spitfire. She still is, but she is more tamed.”
I heard Ethan cough in his fist, trying to stop himself from grinning. I shot him a glare and fixed my eyes anywhere but on my friends or him.
Katherine continued, “She had this, I am sure she still has it, huge crush on Ethan, and Ethan had a crush on her as well, but they didn’t want to ruin their friendship. They were so cute, I swear to God. They still are! They can’t even stop looking at each other—”
Thankfully, Ryan came to my rescue and kissed his wife’s cheek. “Okay, stop it you two. Kiara has turned into a tomato. Come on, it’s time for cake.”
Watching everyone reuniting, eating sweets, and congratulating Katherine made my heart melt.
Andrew was playing with Volt’s sons while Anya subtly tried to update me about Jake.
I had tried to stay far away from the media articles and videos regarding our breakup because I knew they would be filled with rumors.
When Anya told me he was doing well with Stacy and slowly reuniting with Ben, despite all that had happened between us, I was happy for him.
He had a family to take care of and hopefully soon, so would I.
I was trying to hide in the washroom for a while because I needed some time to myself before going outside to mingle with everyone.
It had been overwhelming to see so many kids and hear mothers coo at Katherine’s cute baby bump.
I missed my mother and couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how I would look during the pregnancy.
Someone knocked on the door, and I jumped. I patted my hair in the mirror’s reflection and muttered, “I’ll be out in a second!”
“Bella,” Ethan said, “Open up, I need to see you.”
My heart ached in my chest as I swallowed the lump in my throat.
One of the major reasons I was hiding was because Ethan was affecting me.
He didn’t leave my side for a second unless either of our friends needed us.
He had wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me tightly to his robust chest, muttering, “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with a baby bump.
” It had brought tears to my eyes thinking about it.
I unlocked the door and before I could step out, Ethan leaned in and closed the door, locking it.
“What are you doing?”
Ethan stared down at me, his blue-green eyes piercing, “I should be the one asking you that. Why are you hiding in a bathroom?”
My cheeks flushed, “I am not hiding.”
He pulled me closer, cupping my cheek and making me look him in the eye. “Tell me the truth. What’s going on in your head?”
My bottom lip wedged between my teeth, my eyes dancing across the exposed skin of his golden chest. “I was thinking about how I would look when I get pregnant.”
Even when I said it out loud, a small smile tugged my lips, and I watched Ethan’s electric eyes sparkle. His hands caressed my skin, trailing down to squeeze my ass. “I am sure you’d look beautiful with a baby bump.” His voice was rough, his hips pressing against my stomach.
A small gasp escaped my lips when I felt his hardened length. He leaned down and emitted a low groan that made my toes curl in my sandals. “Fuck, Kiara, you’ve no idea how much that turned me on. I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my baby.”
My breath froze at his words. My baby. But before I could say anything, Ethan’s lips pressed against mine.
He lifted me on the marble counter, pressing me against the mirror as he devoured my lips.
His lips were soft against mine, our heady passion fighting with each other, my fingers threading in his hair and pulling him closer.
With heart pounding in my ears, I cupped his cheeks and leaned back to look at him.
His diamond-like eyes were clouded with lust, but the way they crinkled with a small smile on his lips, I knew Ethan wanted more. More from me. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sudden realization. I couldn’t fall for him. I would ruin both of us if I did.
So, instead of pushing him away, I licked my lips and said, “Let’s get out of here.”
The way his handsome face lit up, I knew I was too late.
We said our goodbyes, and I ignored the sly smirk on Anya and Katherine’s lips when Ethan held my hand and dragged me to his car.
The ride back to his house was heavy with anticipation and raw, carnal hunger for each other.
I craved his touch, and I wanted to mark mine on his body.
It was heady, and I had never felt like this before with anyone except him.
I knew I would never feel like this with anyone else.
He had ruined me for others. The thought made me shiver as I pressed my legs together.
We needed no words entering the house. Our lips and bodies did the talking. Tracing unspoken words on each other’s skin with tongue, teeth, and rough hands. Fingers gripping, shredding, taking. For tonight, I was his, and he was mine. To please, worship and ruin.
“Ah!” I cried out when Ethan pushed me on the wall, kneeling between my legs and throwing them over his shoulder.
His fingers were gentle and exploratory despite how rough his actions were. My hands gathered his hair when his middle finger slowly rubbed me through my wet underwear. He groaned, kissing dirty lines on my thighs as he kissed his way upward.
“Hold your dress up,” he ordered, fisting the lace of my thong in his hand and ripping it apart.
I half-gasped and moaned when his fiery mouth landed on my dripping sex.
The way he looked at me paralyzed me to my bone, his intense blue-green eyes watching me from beneath his dark lashes.
Hot white lust flooded in my veins when his expert tongue gave me gentle flicks, my legs trembling in his wake.
Ethan leaned back on his heels. His smoldering eyes captured me while his long fingers toyed with me, teasing me, torturing me.
I panted and squeezed my eyes shut when he placed the pad of his thumb precisely on my throbbing clit.
The erotic sensation crawled up from my spine and released in a quiver.
My back arched from the wall, but his hold was firm on my legs.
I whimpered, “Please Ethan, I need you.”
“I know, Bella,” he said softly. He smoothed his hands over my thighs, tracing my curves with the pads of his fingers before he cupped my ass in his hands and squeezed the cheeks. I jumped when he gave a quick, harsh spank on my left cheek.
I tugged at his hair when a small cry left my lips, arousal pooling on my core, wanting him to remedy it.
As if reading my mind, his slick, warm tongue circled my clit, sucking it in his hot mouth before giving it playful flicks.
All the breath left my body, abandoning me as Ethan toyed with my clitoris, his tongue tasting me languidly.
“So fucking sweet.” He breathed me in as if he was savoring the taste of me.