Chapter 27 Ethan #2
Zoe looked to me, flashing a small smile. “Oh no. She was quite nice. I’m glad I got to meet her. She went on about what a great brother you are.”
I chuckled. Of course Belle would do that.
“Eh, did she then? Well, don’t listen to everything she says about me, especially any pranks I played on her when we were wee ones.”
Zoe laughed softly and curled her hand over mine where it rested on her thigh to give it a squeeze.
A wave of need slammed into me. I glanced to her, catching her eyes briefly.
That only made it worse. Fuck me. I wasn’t up for waiting this forever drive.
I’d already told Belle I’d be home in the morning.
When she’d tried to say Zoe should come to my flat, Tristan had shut her up with one glance.
I eyed an exit off the highway ahead and took it. Within seconds, we were on an unfamiliar side road in the rainy darkness.
“Where are you going?” Zoe asked, her voice breathy in the quiet space of her car.
“Here,” I said the moment I saw a sign for a park.
I’d come to learn Washington State loved parks. They were all over the place. I kept my hand on the cool skin of Zoe’s thigh and steered down a short road that ended in a parking lot—a completely deserted parking lot encircled by trees. I came to an abrupt stop and turned to her.
Whatever she’d been thinking, she appeared to have tuned into my channel.
Her eyes flashed with desire in the soft illumination cast from the single light in the corner of the small parking area.
I didn’t feel much like talking. I slid my hand between her knees, reminded yet again that I bloody loved her penchant for skirts.
Even on this cool rainy evening, she had a skirt on, one of her usual proper skirts.
Perfect for me to shove up out of the way and slide a finger over the silk at the apex of her thighs.
It was hot and wet. At her gasp, I tugged her to me.
It was messy and not the least bit smooth, but she ended up sitting astride me and laughing softly.
Once the upheaval of getting her into my lap was over, I looked up at her.
Our eyes caught, and she went quiet. She settled down on me, and I could feel her damp heat against my cock through my jeans.
My heart felt as if it might explode, but it felt so good to be here with her, I didn’t worry about it.
The air around us felt hot, electric and weighted with a depth of feeling I’d never experienced.
I sucked in a breath and dipped my head to taste her.
Her skin was salty and sweet with a hint of the cool rain outside.
I made my way up her neck with kisses, licks and nips.
The second our lips met, any semblance of control I had was lost. I poured everything I felt into our kiss—days of longing and need, of missing her, and of not really knowing what to do with how I felt.
It was hot, messy, and wild. She rolled her hips against me, little moans and gasps coming from her into my mouth, until I thought I would explode if I couldn’t be inside of her.
I reached between us and shoved her panties out of the way.
Her slick folds were soaked. I sank two fingers into her at once, groaning when she tore her lips from mine and cried out.
In a fumble, she reached between us and yanked at the buttons of my jeans.
I wanted to savor this, but I needed her too fiercely.
My need for her was raw and unrelenting, ferocious in its depth.
In seconds, she freed my cock, pushing my briefs out of the way.
She stroked once, but I couldn’t wait and reached between us, lifting her hips with one hand and positioning my cock at her entrance with the other.
Her wet heat kissed my cock, and I glanced up, needing to see her.
She shifted impatiently.
“Zoe,” I murmured. It was a bloody miracle I managed to speak over the rushed beat of my heart and the need coursing through me.
She opened her eyes and met mine. I held still, though it took every last ounce of discipline I had.
Everything narrowed to this moment. With nothing but the sound of the rain falling outside and drumming on the roof of the car, it was as if we were alone in the universe. My heart thudded and need lashed at me, but I held still.
“I meant what I said.”
She bit her lip and angled her head to the side. “What?”
“I love you.”
She took a shuddering breath before nodding. “Me too.”
The frayed thread I’d been hanging onto snapped.
I arched my hips and brought her down at once, surging into her.
She cried out, her head falling forward to bring her forehead to mine.
With our breath mingling, we started rocking into each other.
Her channel pulsed around me—a wet, velvet clench made to drive me mad.
It wasn’t smooth. It was rough, hot, wet, and messy.
Inside of a few seconds, she was crying out, her core throbbing around me.
My release came as a sharp lash of pleasure, whipsawing through me.
I spent myself inside of her and leaned my head back when hers fell to my shoulder.
I held her close against me and simply breathed her in, absorbing the scent and feel of her.
We ungracefully untangled ourselves after we caught our breath.
A bit later, I came out of the bathroom at Zoe’s flat, warm and dry after a steamy hot shower. She was standing in the kitchen and turned to face me with two mugs in hand.
“Hot chocolate,” she announced before herding me onto the couch.
We watched something on the telly. I have no idea what, but it involved Zoe’s legs hooked over my lap, so all was good. I fell asleep with her warm against me and finally able to relax for the first time in days.