Chapter 12
TWELVE
ETHAN
“… it didn’t feel anything like I’ve read about in my books.
” Nevaeh’s admission spurs me on as I grab hold of her curvy hips and push her down onto my rock-hard dick.
She wriggles her hot cunt against my pelvis as she moans into my mouth.
Since I can’t fuck her, I fuck her mouth.
She tastes sweet, like the root beer she was drinking.
Her fingers dig into my scalp as she rocks her hips against me, trying to find her own release.
She knows she wants to get off, but she doesn’t know what she’s doing, how to find that special spot that will have her screaming in pleasure.
Because she’s so damn innocent. Too damn innocent.
A fucking virgin.
Those thoughts should have me pulling the brakes, taking a step back.
But I’m a selfish bastard, and the only thing I can think about is making her come right here and now. Being the man to bring her to her first real orgasm. I want to watch her face as she comes completely undone. Feel her tremble under my touch.
“Ethan,” she whines, becoming frustrated that she can’t do it on her own.
“I got you, Angel,” I growl against her plump, perfect lips.
Gripping her hips, I stop her in place. She struggles at first. She’s turned on, horny as hell, with no clue how to find her release.
“Angel,” I repeat.
She takes a deep, frustrated breath, but she stops her movements.
Once she’s completely still, I take over. With her panties still on, I slowly rock her hips forward and backward, creating friction using the thickness of my shaft.
My mouth leaves hers, and my lips go straight to her neck, sucking on the soft skin above her pulse point. Nevaeh moans in response, her grip on the roots of my hair tightening.
“That’s it, baby. Feel what I’m doing,” I purr into her ear. I nip at her earlobe and she shivers, making me smile. She’s so damn responsive.
“I-I feel…” She’s trying to explain what she’s feeling, but she doesn’t know how.
I continue rubbing her cunt against my hardness.
I don’t have to see it to know she’s dripping wet.
Her juices are soaking through my sweats.
I consider myself experienced. I’ve slept with my share of women over the years.
With and without a condom, I have no problem lasting.
But right now, as Nevaeh’s legs clench around my thighs and her head falls back as she screams my name, I’m brought back to my teenage days.
I try with everything in me to hold back, but when her climax hits its peak and she comes all over me, her wetness coating my dick through my clothing, my body acts of its own accord.
My fingers dig into her flesh, and I come at the same time Nevaeh does.
“Oh. My. God! Ethan!” she cries, tugging so hard on my hair, I about see stars—or maybe it’s the fact I just came harder than I ever have before and I wasn’t even in the woman.
“It’s okay… Ride it out, baby,” I tell her, so she knows what she’s feeling is normal.
She goes quiet at the same time her body goes limp against mine.
She releases her hold on my hair, and her head nuzzles into the crook of my neck.
For a few minutes, we sit in silence, the only sound coming from her as she works to catch her breath.
My cum is sticking to my skin beneath my briefs, but I don’t want to rush her.
When she finally lifts her head, her eyes meet mine and she hits me with the most gorgeous, shy smile. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful shade of pink and her eyes are glossed over, like she’s high on the most exquisite shit.
“How was it?” I ask, unable to help myself.
Her cheeks and neck turn a deeper shade of pink, and her nose crinkles. “Good,” she admits, her smile widening. “I was so tense, and then it was like… I was flying. My head got all foggy and I think I saw fireworks.” She shakes her head and then hides her face against my shoulder.
I chuckle, wanting to beat my fist against my chest like a goddamn caveman, because I did that to her. I gave her that orgasm. Made her see fucking fireworks. And fuck if I don’t want to do it again and again.
I wrap my arms around her and rub her back for a few more minutes, until she sits up, looking slightly more composed. That is until she attempts to climb off me and feels the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Oh my God! Did I…” Her face turns crimson. “Did I pee on you?” She scampers off me and stands, her eyes going wide when she takes in the sight before her.
I glance down and see the huge wet spot and laugh. “Baby, that’s not pee…That’s your orgasm.”
I stand. “I’m going to get cleaned up.” Stepping toward her, I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger and give her a soft kiss on her mouth. “What happened is perfectly normal. It’s your body letting go.”
She groans. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, trust me. Did it feel good?”
“Yes, very good.” She grins for a second, then her brows dip in the middle. “What about you?”
“What about me?” I ask, unsure what she’s referring to.
“Well… I heard you moan… Did it feel good for you too?” She averts her eyes out of embarrassment.
“Look at me, please,” I say, turning her face, so she’s forced to look at me. “It was good for me, too.”
“But… I mean, we didn’t…”
“Sex isn’t the only way to get off.” I laugh when she glances down. “Yeah, I came in my pants like a pubescent teenage boy.”
Her eyes light up as she comes to understand what I’m saying. “You…came in your pants?” She giggles, and the sounds does weird shit to me that I choose to ignore.
“You think that’s funny?” I growl.
She nods and covers her mouth to try to hide her laughter.
“I’ll show you funny.” I scoop her up off the ground and throw her over my shoulder.
“Ethan!” she screeches as I haul her ass upstairs. I don’t put her down until we’re in the master bathroom and I’ve turned the water on.
Once she’s on her feet, I lift my shirt over my head and throw it into the hamper. Nevaeh’s eyes rake down my body as I push my sweats and boxers down my thighs.
“Ethan!” Her hands fly to cover her eyes. “You’re naked!”
“The last time I checked, people don’t shower in their clothes.”
She peeks out from between two of her fingers. “I don’t think we’re there yet… Seeing each other naked.”
Her voice is soft, and I suddenly feel like a fucking asshole. I’m so used to women throwing themselves at me. Being more than comfortable in their own skin. I just gave her her first real orgasm…through our clothes. Of course she wouldn’t be comfortable getting naked yet.
“I didn’t think,” I say, pulling my drenched pants back up. “Shower in here and I’ll go shower in the other bathroom.”
Before she can respond, I’m out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me and heading down the hall to the bathroom I’ve been using.
I shower and change into clean sweats. Figuring Nevaeh will need some time to herself, I lie down in bed, grabbing my laptop and cell phone so I can get some work done.
I don’t know how long I’m working when there’s a knock on my door.
“Come in.”
The door creaks open, and standing there is Nevaeh, dressed in another pair of my boxers and club T-shirt. “Didn’t I pack you pajamas?”
“Yeah,” she says softly, her cheeks turning that signature shade of pink I love. “But your clothes are more comfortable.”
After a moment of silence, she says, “Are you mad at me?”
Closing the top to my laptop, so I can give her my full attention, I ask, “Why would you think that?”
“Because I wasn’t ready to get naked in the shower.”
“Come here.” I nod toward the bed and set my laptop on the nightstand. Without needing to be told twice, Nevaeh scurries over to the other side of the bed and climbs in. She bunches up the blankets and gets comfortable like she’s planning to stay awhile.
“I’m not mad at you,” I tell her once she’s settled down and ready to listen.
“You ran out of the bathroom like your butt was on fire.” Her bottom lip juts out in an adorable pout.
“I was caught up in the moment,” I admit. “Your innocence… is new to me.”
“Because the women you’re usually with would’ve undressed you themselves,” she says with a frown, looking away. “You must think I’m so lame.”
“Hey.” I bring her face back to me. “Don’t ever be ashamed of your innocence. It’s part of what makes you who you are.” I twist my body to face her. “I don’t think you’re lame. I think your inexperience is refreshing.”
“Then why did you hide away in your room?”
“I was trying to give you some space.”
“I don’t want space,” she says, shaking her head.
“Every time I’m alone I think about my brother and I get sad.
When I’m around you, you distract me.” She curls her arm around a pillow and lays her head down on it.
“Can I… maybe sleep in here tonight?” Her eyes are hooded over and she’s halfway to falling asleep.
“Sure,” I tell her, feeling like shit that I’m partially the reason she’s lost her brother and is sad.
“Thank you,” she says through a yawn. “That orgasm really wiped me out.” She laughs softly.
When I reach over to grab my laptop from my nightstand, she says, “What does your tattoo mean? ‘Never forget’.”
I glance down at the tattoo she’s referring to, realizing I’m shirtless, and memories come flooding back.
Twelve Years Ago
“And… it’s a girl!” the doctor announces.
“Really?” Kelsi gasps, tears of happiness in her eyes.
“Yes, see those three lines?” The doctor points at the screen. “They confirm it.”
My eyes leave Kelsi’s face and go to the screen.
Kelsi is officially halfway through her pregnancy.
She’s twenty weeks today, which means an ultrasound.
We saw the baby when she first found out she was pregnant, but the baby was only a blip on the screen.
Now she’s bigger. She has a head and a body.
I can see her fluttering heart. Her legs and arms. It’s as if she’s a real person.
“Did you hear that, Ethan? We’re having a little girl,” Kelsi gushes.
“I heard,” I tell her, my eyes flitting between the screen and her protruding belly.
“I hope she has your eyes,” she says through a watery smile. While her eyes are a bright green mossy color, mine are boring brown.
“My eyes are just brown,” I point out.
“They aren’t just brown,” she argues. “They’re bright and refreshing...” She takes my hand in hers. “Like nature after it rains. When everything has been cleansed. Like a fresh start.”
I swallow thickly at her description. Kelsi comes from a fucked up home. Her dad is a crackhead and her mom is a prostitute. When we met in school, she admitted she hated going home, so I brought her home with me, and my mom doted on her like the daughter she never had.
Kelsi continued to come over every day until she was at my house more than her own. Then one day when she did go home, she found out her parents were gone. Literally gone. They left without their own daughter to God knows where. Instead of Kelsi being upset, she was relieved.
We packed up her clothes and a few items that were important to her, and I brought her back to my house. Of course my mom told her her home would be with us. The first official night she moved in, we lay in bed and Kelsi told me I was her second chance… her fresh start.
“That’s what this baby is, Ethan,” Kelsi says. “Our fresh start.”
“Ethan,” Nevaeh says, shaking me from thoughts. “Are you okay?”
My heart is beating against my rib cage, and it’s hard to breathe.
“Ethan,” she repeats.
I swallow thickly, pushing my emotions back into the tiny box I keep safely tucked away. “Yeah, I just remembered I have work I need to do at the club,” I say, climbing out of bed, so I can get dressed.
“You’re leaving?” she asks, sitting up. “Right now?”
“You’ll be fine here.” I throw on a collared shirt and slacks, then slip on my socks and shoes. I usually only go to the club in a suit, but I don’t have time. I need to get the hell out of here. “Don’t wait up.”
The minute I get to the club, I regret leaving.
Sure, Nevaeh will be safe at my dad’s place.
I set the alarm, and if anyone were to enter, it would notify me and the police immediately.
But it’s not because of her safety I’m regretting leaving.
It was the confused and hurt look on her face.
She’s been through so much in such a short time and she needed me, but instead I left her.
Although, it’s probably for the best. She came into my room to feel safe, to be comforted.
And I’m the last person she should be depending on for either of those things.
My thoughts go back to my flashback of Kelsi smiling and happy, calling me and our baby our fresh start. She was the last person to depend on me to comfort her, to keep her safe—and I failed. Badly.
I can’t do that to Nevaeh. I need to figure out what Logan is up to, so I can stabilize the threat to Nevaeh, and then I need to let her go, so she can be free. Be safe from me. I’m nobody’s white knight and it’s best she realizes that now.