Chapter 22 Ethan
ETHAN
There’s a long pause, Dane’s eyes peer over the steel blue plastic partition with a hardened look behind his normally bright blue eyes.
“You asshole, you sank my battleship,” he finally says with both defeat and a playful anger in his tone.
He’s more competitive than I expected but something tells me he doesn’t mind losing considering what we bet on. Or shall I say, what Hannah made us bet on.
“Whoever loses has to massage my feet.”
When she signed it to us and I repeated it out loud for him, we both just peered over at each other with the same thoughtful look. How can I purposely lose at Battleship?
Regardless, we’re both too competitive to take an “L”, but the punishment isn’t exactly punishment.
Dane closes the cover of the game and stands, rubbing his hands together with a big fat grin on his face. He must have not shaved today because the stubble that decorates his jawline makes him appear slightly older and more mature than his usual youthful demeanor.
I know Hannah appreciates the look because when we got here she immediately stepped into the hotel room and ran her fingertips through it with more appreciation than I expected. It probably should have made me jealous but I couldn’t help but smirk instead.
The only thing I’m jealous of is his ability to grow said beard.
“Get your gorgeous feet over here woman,” Dane calls out as he plops down on the couch in the middle of the insanely large hotel room that Kobi previously stayed in.
By the look of this hotel room, he must do well as an international translator. Everything is white or cream colored, brand new, and so clean I feel like it’s never been stayed in.
I watch Hannah pad over to the couch and gracefully sit down on the opposite end of where Dane is sitting, then places her bare feet up on his lap and she leans back.
Clearly hating her choice of placement, Dane grabs a hold of her hips and pulls her closer to him, then places the entirety of her legs across his lap so he has full access to not only her feet but her shins, knees, and thighs.
She smiles back at him as she sinks into the cushions. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as he kneads his fingers into the meat of her calves. I swear his number one goal in life is to pull those tiny little moans that vibrate from her throat that he claims to love.
I don’t blame him. I love them too, but I hate the reminder that I’ll never get to hear her voice again. Especially when so much of the reason is my fault.
I didn’t cause the accident but I can’t help but think about what I could have done differently to prevent it.
Things would be so much different right now.
Hannah would still be able to speak, I’d still have baseball, and I wouldn’t be spending the rest of my life working for my father at a job that I hate.
I shake those thoughts away, trying to stay in the moment and not trail off into the thoughts that steal so many of my nights.
A few minutes pass by as I watch them communicate the way they’ve learned how with each other.
Somehow Dane just knows how to ask her questions she can easily answer with just her body language.
Sometimes I see her sign out of habit but she’ll quickly make a facial expression or nod a certain way that Dane just gets.
He gets her.
He gets us.
Suddenly I feel like I’m missing out on whatever is starting to happen between them and I don’t want to wait for them to pull me into it and for me to act reluctant even though my body wants nothing more than both of them.
Silently, I stand, reaching into my bag grabbing the necessities I bought at the store earlier, knowing the inevitable when it comes to the three of us.
Kicking off my shoes. I step around the couch, placing myself in front of Dane then slowly kneel directly in front of him.
His breath gets caught in his throat as I reach for the middle of his lap.
He shifts as his Adam’s apple bobs and I can’t help my lopsided grin as I take ahold of Hannah’s foot and begin to rub into the arches.
“Fucker,” Dane whispers, smiling back because he knows I did that on purpose. I guess his sense of humor is rubbing off on me a bit.
We do this for who knows how long. Hannah writhing under both of our hands as they roam from the tips of her toes all the way to the base of her hips while Dane and I look between her and each other.
The sexual tension is high, we both feel it and for the first time since we met, I don’t hate it.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. The question I’ve been wanting to ask him since the first night. I glance over at Hannah and her relaxed, hooded eyes sear into me because she knows me well enough to know that I’m holding myself back.
She gives me a soft nod, so small I could have easily missed it, but it’s enough to muster the courage to ask what I've been thinking about for the last four days.
“Did you mean what you said…about being a top and a bottom?”
His eyes flicker down to my lips, as if he’s trying to read the words because he doesn't believe his ears. The column of his neck bobs as he swallows thickly and nods.
“Yes,” his answer comes out husky.
There’s a long pause. I didn’t plan out what to say after I got an answer, but thankfully, he saves me from my thoughts.
“What do you want?” The question is kind and soft, laced with genuine curiosity.
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly.
“Okay.” His head bobs up and down slowly in understanding. “What do you feel more comfortable with?”
“Doing the fucking, not getting the fucking,” I reply quickly, because that’s the truth. It’s not that I don’t want the latter, but I’m definitely more comfortable with the former.
His head bobs slowly again, still rubbing the soles of Hannah’s feet.
“That’s normal.” His voice is light, honest.
He’s clearly the more experienced one here, although my personality is a bit more alpha than his, his sexuality screams dominance. Not in a demanding way but with more knowledge and understanding of how I’m feeling in this situation.
The thought that he’s had this before with others makes me clench my jaw and I pause caressing Hannah's leg so I can clench my fists.
His eyes scan over my face, down to my hands, then back up to meet my eyes.
“I want you. I want both of you, more than I can express. This is the most fun I’ve had in a really long time and I want tonight to end however you’ll allow it,” Dane admits in a way that surprises me.
It’s vulnerable and for the first time I see an uncertainty in him that makes me feel even more comfortable.
Because somehow he does that. He makes us both feel so goddamn comfortable and I have no idea how.
No inhibitions.
I let those words repeat in my head as I sit up on my knees and lean into him.
His eyes widen as he sits up a little taller and I can’t help but smirk at the power exchange.
He’s always been in control. He’s been in control even when I wrapped my hand around his cock from the other side of the barrier that separated us.
Even last night, when he devoured Hannah as he bent over in front of me. He held the power then, taking control of the moment and pulling me into the gravity that he’s created since the moment we met.
Tonight I want him to know how much I want it.
Not waiting for any more seconds to pass, I crush my lips to his, kissing him for the first time, feeling the foreign sensation of masculine lips and whiskered hair that scores my skin.
Our tongues mash together and it’s deeper and more rugged than any kiss I’ve had before.
It feels all wrong compared to what I’m used to, but so perfectly right at the same time and when he moans into my mouth it gives me the confidence I need to keep going.
I let go of Hannah’s feet, trailing my hands up his tight chest. I strip off the shirt he’s wearing, only breaking our kiss for a brief second before coming back in again and he’s frantically reaching for the front of his pants, ripping open the fly as he pushes his hips up slightly so I can tug his pants down.
Hannah sits up, removes her top, and leans toward us. I blindly pass his pants to her as she tosses both articles of clothing over the back of the couch.
Pulling away, I ask, “Do you have any lube?”, even though I have some. I’m curious if he bought some for tonight.
He smirks tilting his head. “Don’t you know how it goes?”
I squint, confused.
“He who holds the lube, gets to top.”
I’m unable to hold back a smile as I reach into my back pocket, pulling out the small bottle of travel sized lube and condoms I shoved in there a few minutes ago.
“Well, shit. Looks like you win.” I love the lop sided grin he gives me. It’s both sexy and mischievous, and I would bet my life that he has a bottle of lubricant in his bag but is holding back from admitting it for my benefit.
I glance over at Hannah, who’s biting her lip watching us like we’re aphrodisiacs.
“Get naked and on the bed,” I say to her with meaning behind my teasing tone.
She raises her brows before saluting me, then stands seductively as she begins to strip off articles of clothing.
She lifts her arms over her head, taking out the hair tie that holds her messy bun. The silky strands of her dark chocolate brown hair fall over her shoulders as she crosses her arms behind her back, unclasping her bra, it tumbles down the front of her body and onto the floor.
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her loose cotton shorts, she pushes them down, they easily fall off her hips and down her long legs, resting at her ankles.
One foot steps out then the other as she kicks the fabric to the side, leaving her in nothing but these cheeky little boyshorts.
Her plump ass peeking out from the bottom and I swear both Dane and I bite our lips in an exaggerated groan.
She gives us a seductive look over her shoulder before she turns the corner into the room and we both quickly kick ourselves up, him off the couch and me off the floor, racing each other to the room.