Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SEVEN VIRTUES, NORTH CAROLINA
HomeGoods is having a sale this weekend. We expect to see every family member associated with the Freeman/Marshall/Hunt clans shopping.
Stalk your favorites with a modicum of class, people.
—Viego Martinez, Celebrity Blogger
“I’ve got to be boring you with all these talks about tapestries, Ethan,” I joke as I lift my iPad closer.
He brings his drink closer to his lips. My eyes drift over his face as he lifts the highball to his lips, takes a drink, and licks his lower lip before placing the glass to the side. “Not at all. To be honest, Fal, it’s not something I know much about.”
“Really?”
“I could tell you how to disassemble and reassemble a desktop in about thirty minutes.”
“Now you’re talking sexy, Mr. Kensington,” I tease him.
He rolls to his side, and I get a frontal view of his delicious body. I whisper, “Is it any wonder I can’t get enough of you?”
“Hmm. That goes both ways, baby.”
I turn into a similar position, my robe gaping open when I do. It causes him to groan. I bite my lower lip before I direct our thoughts away from an intimate one and ask more about his work. “So, is that what you do in your store all day? Rebuild computers?”
“Sometimes, though it’s rare,” he replies, vaguely. “Sometimes, I help when people have problems with their systems. Things like that.”
Instead of coming off as not smart enough for a man like Ethan, I joke, “My major requirement when it came to my computer was that it didn’t crash after I turned it on.”
He smirks and it causes the gusset between my panties to dampen. “That’s the way most people are, witch. You’re not alone.”
“So, based on that, I assume your job isn’t that portable.”
He shocks me when he says obliquely, “You’d be surprised. Most of what I do actually can be done from anywhere inside the US.”
“Even computer repairs?”
“Well…that part I might need to look into having someone take over.” His eyes bore into mine. “When we’re ready for that next step.”
My heart pounds in my chest when I realize Ethan’s truly on this crazy expedition with me. When I say as much, he murmurs, “Absolutely.”
“It’s as if one of my favorite fantasies about you is coming true.”
“Mmm. More like a dream.” There’s a pause before he puts together what I said. “You fantasize about me?”
Mortified, I flop backward, causing my robe to open completely. Ethan’s breath hisses out between his teeth. “What are you wearing?”
I lift my head and glance down at the cream-colored bra and panty set I threw on this morning. Then I recall why I bought it and emit a soft chuckle.
“Fallon…,” he warns.
“Honestly, E, I didn’t realize this was the same set I had on beneath my graduation dress until just now.”
Silence. There’s an eerie stillness on the other end of the line. Finally, I dare to look over at him and he’s fisting his cock. He manages to grit out, “You mean, beneath the dress and heels you were wearing…?”
I flick my hand to indicate my body. “Yes.”
“Now I’m going to add that to my fantasy about you ,” he moans.
“You fantasize about me?”
“All the fucking time. In fact, it starts at that damn party.”
“My graduation party is your fantasy?” I can’t help the amusement from seeping into my voice.
“Shut up, Fal. It could be any party. All that matters is it’s you and me in the back. Alone. And you’re wearing that dress and those fucking heels,” he grits out.
Playing along, I twirl my hair around my finger and interject, “You don’t notice me. You never do. I don’t know if that’s because I’m younger than you or because you’re just not interested.”
“Oh, baby. I notice you. There’s never been a moment since we met I haven’t noticed you.” His green eyes lock on to mine. The power behind that causes my nipples to pebble. Cautious, I reach down and brush my fingers against the turgid tip.
The nerves disappear when he moans at what I’m doing. Awareness and desire are heady drugs as I tug my bra down just low enough for the nipple to pop out. I exclaim, “Oh, shit!”
His hand, still strangling his cock over his boxer briefs still, “What?”
“The heel I’m wearing caught in the edge of stone. I’m pitching forward.”
“I’ve got you, witch.” His words come out as a rasp. “Let me get you over to the lounger.”
“You deserve a reward for that, Ethan.”
“You can’t give me what I want.”
Hurt begins to spread through me until he continues, “Your ankle is swelling and I want you to suck my dick, Fallon. How are you going to manage that?”
Hmm, a challenge? Well, since this is a fantasy. “The lounger is high enough for me to be at the right angle to take you in my mouth if you’d just cooperate with me.”
“What does that mean?”
“I need you out of those pants.”
Holding my eyes, Ethan shifts his hips so his cock springs free. He wraps his hands around it and I wish I was really there to nuzzle against the musky scent I know he’s throwing off. “What’s next?”
“You tell me?”
“I want to fuck you so badly, Fallon, but I can’t let you put pressure on that ankle, baby.” His words are punctuated with the stroking of his cock from balls to tip.
I slip my fingers into my own panties and make a pfft sound. “My ankle is sore, but you’re touching me. Pain is the furthest thing from my mind. What I want you to do is to spread my legs apart and take what you want.”
“And what’s that?”
“My pussy. Just like you did the last time we were together.”
“Hmm, I have a better idea.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“If you think your ankle can handle it, I want to bend you over the table. I want to fuck you just like I wanted to that first night.”
“You wanted to…” My voice falters.
His face is carved in stone. “I wanted to pull your skirt up and spread your legs apart. I wanted to thrust inside you so hard your pretty face told the tale of how your cake ended up on the floor.” At that brutal honesty, a spurt of pre-cum leaks from Ethan’s cock.
I shimmy my panties down so he can see what I’m doing to myself for him, what he’s doing to me. “Dirty girl.”
“Your dirty girl,” I remind him.
“Hell yes, you are. Now play with those nipples and grind your hips back against me.”
We go back and forth like this until I have three fingers buried inside my pussy and am clenching around them and Ethan’s shot off a load. Sleepily, I murmur, “What would you do if you were here?”
“I’d suck off your fingers. I’d lick each and every one of them clean…fuck, Fallon.” His voice is reverent as I do just that. “I don’t know how much longer I can be without you, witch.”
“So, don’t be,” I make it sound simple when I want to face-palm myself. Between my mother, my day job, and my night job, finding time to just talk with Ethan is a struggle.
Still, to see the smile cross his face when I make that remark, it’s worth it.
He’s worth it.