Chapter Twenty-Three
J ennifer
I park the car and quickly get out, making my way over to the passenger side.
I open the door for Ethan. He looks at me as he slowly slides out of the car holding tightly onto his side.
He is still in pain and is sore, but the doctor said he would make a full recovery.
And even though they wanted him to stay longer than a week after waking up in the hospital, he wasn’t going for it.
He wanted to come home.
I wrap my arm around his waist allowing him to put his weight on me as I look up at his house.
It’s not as big as Shawn’s but it’s still a mansion.
It’s fucking gorgeous, surrounded by trees, and the front yard is full of green grass and flowers—every little detail planned out and put in the right spot.
Which makes me smile as we begin to walk down the pathway toward the open front doors.
Emory came here first trying to get everything ready for Ethan. The doctors said he must take it easy but with Tristan still alive and waiting for him in Shawn’s basement, I don’t think he will be taking it easy ... at least not until Tristan is dead.
“Welcome home, sweetheart,” Ethan announces softly, wrapping his arm around me, making sure there is no space between us.
The word home has my stomach filling with butterflies. I never thought I would ever get to have a home. And now Ethan’s home is mine, too. He has made it clear over this past week what his intentions are. And one of them is making sure we get married as soon as possible.
He can’t wait and, honestly, neither can I. But I did get him to promise we would wait until he fully healed. He didn’t seem too happy about waiting but he did agree to it.
He and I are both so stubborn and stuck in our ways it will make our marriage very fun and interesting, that’s for sure.
Shawn and Emory both walk out of the front door hand in hand. They are beautiful together.
“It took you guys long enough,” Emory smiles. She has been texting me nonstop since I told her we were leaving the hospital. It’s good seeing her and Shawn’s smiles again.
When Ethan first got brought to the hospital, they didn’t think he would make it and it was taking a toll on all of us. Up until the moment he opened his eyes and said something my heart was aching with the fear of losing him.
But now he is safe and healing. We all are. But it isn’t over yet.
“Are the kids here?” Ethan asks in a hopeful voice.
Shawn shakes his head but keeps the smile on his face. “No, man, they’re at the house with Sherri.”
“I want to see them.” He has been asking about the kids since we left the hospital. He’s worried about them.
“I think it’s best to wait until you heal more—they will go crazy when they see you, brother.”
Ethan nods as Shawn and Emory move to the side, allowing us to walk into the house.I can hear Shawn and Emory leaving us alone. I know they want to stay close, but they also know we need some time.
“I need to take a shower,” Ethan whispers. He has been going crazy in the hospital, and I know as soon as he woke up, he wanted to come home. But the doctors wanted to make sure he was out of the woods. Ethan is a lot of things, but patient is not one of them.
“Okay, baby” I murmur.
We slowly make our way down the hallway towards the master bedroom. When I walk into the bedroom it takes my breath away with how much detail is on the walls. Everything is a dark grey.
“Everything is so gorgeous.” I continue to look around the room. Ethan has good taste, and I am not surprised his house looks like it does. It fits him perfectly.
“Thank you,” he replies softly as we make our way into the bathroom.
One thing I will never get used to, is how big this house is.
So big that that there is a couch in every room.
Including the bathroom. There are somethings I don’t understand, but I will learn to get use to.
We walk over to the couch. I release my hold on him as he slowly lowers himself, sits back and takes a deep breath.
Ethan is a proud man and even though I can see on his face he isn’t going to complain about the pain he is in—he will suck it up and deal with it all on his own—it is time I remind him that we are in this together and if he is hurting then am I.
I turn and walk over to the open shower and turn on the water. I put my hand underneath it, waiting for it to get warmer.
It doesn’t take long to go from cold to hot.
I take a step back and quickly remove my dress and underwear and flats.
I slowly turn around and see Ethan leaning back on the couch, his arms spread out, resting on the top of the couch. His shirt is unbuttoned showing off his chest and tattoos and two bandages covering up the bullet wound and the stab wound.
His pants are unbuttoned, but not removed.
Even with him healing and still hurt he is hot as fuck, and his eyes ... oh, man, his eyes.
His breathing is steady and even as I make my way over to him.
Stopping between his open legs, I lean down and grab the top of his pants and slowly pull them down along with his boxers.
He lifts up a little, allowing me to take them fully off.
I remove his shoes and socks. I stand up straight and look down at his hard dick.
His body is still covered in bruises, but they are healing.
His ribs took a beating.
It pains me to know what he went through with the beating and being hung from the ceiling on chains.
I gently move and get on top of him, his dick now resting near my entrance. His breathing starts to increase a little as I reach down and grab his dick.
“I think it is time I remind you, baby.”
“Remind me what?” he asks in a low dark tone.
I lean in so my lips are almost touching his. I position his dick so the head is at my entrance. “Remind you that you don’t have to suffer alone. I see you, Ethan.”
Before he can respond I lean in the rest of the way and connect my lips to his and move his dick into my entrance. I am already wet and needy, so it isn’t hard for him to enter me, my walls already wrapping around his dick as I start to move up and down at a slow pace, not wanting to hurt him.
He doesn’t waste any time grabbing onto my hips. I start to pick up my pace as we both open our mouths, tasting each other, getting lost in each other.
I will spend the rest of my life reminding him that he is not alone, that I see him, that I want him. That I love him with everything I am.
I pull back, breaking our kiss, and start to kiss along his jaw. His head falls back on the couch as I lick and bite and taste him.
I missed him so fucking much. Having him inside me is like nothing I have ever felt before.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he tells me softly. I can feel his dick moving in and out of me hitting all the right spots. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“I love you, too, baby,” I whisper against his skin as we both start to move together.
I hear the moan escape his throat as I lick his neck, loving the way he tastes.
This is just the beginning of our new lives. And I am looking forward to seeing what the future has in store for the both of us.