Chapter 21
ETHAN
“So are you guys dating?”
My hand squeezed Kiara’s underneath the table when Jake looked between us, my jaw clenching. When Kiara received a call from him yesterday, she decided that it would be a good idea to talk it out with him. Kiara wanted me beside her and I couldn’t refuse.
“Why would it matter to you?” I said, my voice cold and clipped.
His blue eyes softened. “You’re right, it shouldn’t. I . . . I wanted to apologize for acting like a jerk that day, Kiara. For not telling you about Ben or Stacy.”
The waiter interrupted us yet again for the umpteenth time asking if we needed any more water or wine.
I should’ve known meeting him at a restaurant for lunch was a bad idea.
I was sure the waiter wanted nothing more but the latest gossip.
Looks like all three of us are going to be in tomorrow’s celebrity headlines.
When the waiter left, Kiara replied, “I wish you had told me earlier. But it doesn’t matter now. I hope you are mending things with her and especially Ben. He thinks of you as a superhero.”
Jake looked away when I noted a hint of sadness and hurt flashing in his eyes.
He must be overcome with guilt for not knowing about his son until it was too late.
I wondered how it would have been for me and Kiara if she had the baby and told me about it after a year.
I would be mad for missing out on helping her during her pregnancy, miss the labor, miss the first time he or she spoke or walked.
“Jake,” Kiara whispered, “Take care of your family, okay? You, as well.”
He smiled at her, “I will, Kiara. How have you been?”
Her golden flecked brown eyes glanced at me, a warm smile tugging at her lips. “I am happy.”
Her reply made me smile and after our lunch and making small talk, we finally said our goodbyes. Jake patted my shoulder and said, “Take care of her. She really likes you.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “Yes, Mom! I am not twelve. Yes, I am fine.”
Kiara snickered, dimples poking her cheeks as she raised her eyebrows and came toward me.
My eyes followed the soft curves of her lithe body.
Her messy long hair, her nipples poking against my t-shirt she was wearing and her long, tanned legs.
I was hard just looking at her. Especially when she held my arm and sat on my lap, her hand massaging my shoulders.
I bit my lip from sighing and tensing when she leaned down, kissing the base of my throat.
“You don’t talk to your mother like that, Son.”
I closed my eyes, my hand tightening around Kiara’s round ass, stopping her from grinding on my hard-on while I was talking to my mother.
I narrowed my eyes at her as her brown eyes were sparkling with mischief.
She unbuttoned my shirt, her hands splaying over my chest. She kissed me, making all the dirty sounds from her mouth.
I felt like the luckiest man on this planet.
Ignoring the tension building in my abdomen, I replied, “I am sorry, Ma, I am a bit busy and Kiara is—” I stared at her hair, she was trailing her kisses down my body, removing the belt. “She is eating food. I mean, cleaning the dishes of the food we ate. Yes, mmhmm.”
I was confused, angry, and aroused.
I heard my mom mutter something to her wife and said, “Don’t forget to arrive early, Ethan. Eveline misses you, and she will be surprised because we told her you have work to do.”
Kiara stopped, leaned over me and stroked my hardened length through my pants. I almost choked, my eyes going wide. Holding her wrist, I stopped her. I ignored her pout and replied, “I won’t forget, Mother. Ahh, look, I have to go. The faucet is leaking.”
“I didn’t hear it breaking—”
“Ma. How about I call you later? It is flooding the kitchen and Kiara is freaking out.”
She was laughing, hiding her face in my neck while her hair tickled my skin.
“Don’t forget to bring your girlfriend when you come here, or you won’t get to eat the cake.” She hung up the phone, and I put it on the coffee table, rolling Kiara underneath me on the couch.
“You think this is funny?” I pinned her hands above her head when she kept laughing. Her eyes were closed, and soft bubbly laughter poured from her throat. I loved hearing that sound.
Kiara said, in between her chuckles, “Your faucet . . . leaking. Ah—Ethan!”
I tickled her, her infectious laughter echoing in the room. As I stared down at her petite frame thrashing in my arms, a light flared in her brown eyes. I felt content. I wanted nothing else but that.
Kiara laughing in my arms. Every day and night for the rest of my life.
Stopping, I spread her legs to wedge myself between them. Her breathing grew erratic. I loved how responsive she was to my touch. She stared up at me as if she felt the same way.
My blood pounded in my ear when she cupped my cheek lovingly and whispered, “Come here.”
Smiling, I leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft caress while her body arched against me, wanting me to press against her.
I gave what she wanted. Her soft sighs against my cheek and neck made me grind against her, eliciting a soft moan.
One thing I learned from living with Kiara was that she has a very high sex drive.
She was almost insatiable until she begged me to fuck her.
I pulled away first, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She frowned. I looked down. Her t-shirt was lifted, her thong on the side. I had done that, but no idea when. When we kissed, every inch of her being possessed me. Shaking my head, I pecked her lips and straightened her clothes.
“What happened?” she asked, leaning on her elbows, and it took all the self-control in me not to unzip myself and slide inside her.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I straightened my shirt, buttoning it. She had sneakily unbuttoned it. “Not now, Bella. I have to be at the studio in half an hour and talk with Elliot.”
It had been weeks since my injury, and I was in much better shape.
I had told her about the new sponsors who were impressed with my volunteer work.
They were a new athletic wear brand but had blown up in a year because of their organic, comfortable clothing.
They wanted to partner up with me and possibly have my photo on the front cover of a magazine.
She was so happy that we made love on the couch.
She had ridden me from heaven to hell until I took the lead.
Kiara didn’t seem pleased. “But you have half an hour.”
A chuckle escaped my throat as I helped her up. “Not right now, Kiara. I can’t be late for this shoot.”
A twinkle formed in her eyes and I knew I shouldn’t have said that when her hand wrapped around my crotch, throbbing with need when she stroked me. The saucy vixen licked her lips and whispered, “You won’t be late if we—”
I shook my head, clearing the daze from my head, “I meant when I said no, sweetheart.” I gave her a pointed look, and she politely took away her hand and stepped back, still pouting.
“Okay, I apologize. I have to get ready for my appointment.” She walked back to the room, removing the t-shirt, and I groaned looking at her perfect ass, the slight red hue of pelts from the day before.
This woman will be the end of me.
Like a wounded puppy, I followed her. “What appointment?” I asked and wondered if she was . . .
I watched her get dressed when she replied teasingly, “My dick appointment, of course.”
Raising my eyebrows at her, I slowly walked toward her and pushed her against the dresser, her ass pressing against my hips.
I asked, “Does he know what turns you on? That making you laugh while being deep inside you makes you cum?” I ground out, a moan slipping past her lips.
“Or that you love being spanked like the bad girl you are, hmm?”
It took a little time for her to answer when she shakily replied, “N-No.”
I pressed my body against her, my hand fondling her breast as I kissed her neck and purposely left a hickey while she melted in my arms, my fingers pinching the hard nipples. “Then I suppose you should cancel that dick appointment and wait for me when I come back.”
“Ethan!” she shrieked when I smacked her ass and squeezed her butt. Kiara turned around, her brown eyes already turning dizzy as she licked her lips. “When will you be back?”
I grinned, loving how easily she got sexually frustrated. “Getting eager, are we?”
She glared at me and, looking away, and started braiding her hair. I kissed her cheek. “I will be back after dinner, so don’t wait for me.” I knew she would want to cuddle, talk, or have sex so I added, “I will bring something for you.”
Her eyes lit up looking at my reflection in the mirror. “Alright, Ethan. Now, go before I pounce on you and tie you to the bed.” She turned, winking at me, and smacked my ass when she left the room.
I chuckled, rubbing the stinging area, and took my car keys. “God, I love it when you talk dirty to me. Come on, I will drop you off.”
I knew she was going for her therapy session.
She told me it helped her before, but now it was monthly visits, because she wasn’t having any anxiety attacks and didn’t have to dose up on sleeping pills to get a few hours of sleep.
I smirked at her, knowing well why she got a good night’s sleep.
Kiara blushed and looked away, still holding my hand, which was over her thigh, and squeezed it.
The meeting and photoshoot went perfectly well. When my agent, Elliot, asked me if I was dating a teacher and the bestselling author, Kiara Sharma, I ignored him. When he asked me if I could update my Instagram and post a picture with Kiara for publicity, I glared at him and left.
I would not pull a stunt like that just to get publicity and have my name in the headlines.