Chapter 37 Hannah
HANNAH
Ethan: Be home in ten.
He’s mad.
Ethan is very expressive in his texts because it’s a big part of our communication but this text is nothing of the sort.
I know he was stuck going to dinner with his father and Dane and I can’t even begin to imagine the thoughts that flooded his mind as they made their way over to the restaurant.
Dane reminded me at the coffee shop exactly why I liked him so much. I got a dose of his easy going and fun personality mixed with that carefree spirit I loved so much. I missed him and felt terrible that we left him like we did but I know it was for the best and it was what Ethan needed.
Plus he did lie to us, or at least, refrained from telling us who he was. I can understand that now knowing who he is and how much money he has. I can see why he would seek out anonymity.
That part doesn’t bother me as much as buying out the hostel. We still don’t know what his true reasons were, but if I were to guess he didn’t have ill intentions like Ethan thinks. It was an impulsive act driven by desire, just like everything Dane does in life.
Plus, leaving Paris and our actions behind was always what we planned to do at the end of the trip. There were never any expectations but as much as we tell ourselves that, I know Ethan feels the same as I do.
If the circumstances were different, it could have changed things.
And now that we’re all back in the same place, at the same time for an extended time period, the only thing holding us back is the fact that he’s our professor—a taboo little detail—and the little fact that Ethan refuses to address his sexual desires and feelings toward Dane.
I’ve had all night to ponder these thoughts and after carefully considering all the details, I know I want us to try and pursue something with Dane, even if it’s just something casual between the three of us. No one else needs to know.
I just want what we had in Paris. We’re all adults, I know we can figure this out and if my encounter with Dane at the coffee shop today tells me anything, it’s that he would be fully onboard with this plan.
I don’t want to risk getting caught or getting in trouble. I can’t afford to not graduate but I also don’t want to give up on the idea of what this could be. It’s crazy, I know, but something feels right when we’re all together.
I love Ethan, but I also miss the person he became when Dane was with us.
I crave both versions of Ethan and, admittedly, Dane too.
The front door opens and shuts abruptly. He didn’t slam it but he didn’t really care to stop it from closing harshly, either.
I walk into the living room where he’s kicking off his shoes and tossing his keys on the sofa table. He looks rightfully disheveled. His hair is a hot mess like he’s been running his hands through it a bit too much and his dress shirt is untucked, hanging haphazardly over his pants.
“Hey.”
“He fucking jerked me off. At the dinner table. In front of my dad!” My face blanches and my jaw drops.
“I mean, like under the table. He just started stroking me and I couldn’t do anything.
I just had to sit there like nothing was happening as my dad talked about numbers and bank accounts and interest rates.
It was infuriating. God, he pisses me off.
” He places his hands on his hips, expelling a massive breath as he cranes his neck up to the ceiling.
I can’t help it. I attempt to cover my face but my shoulders jerk as a fit of laughter overtakes me. That is such a Dane thing to do and I can only imagine how furious but needy Ethan was and, god, I wish I could have seen it.
This must go on for a minute before I see his face soften as he attempts to smother a smile.
“Oh, you think that’s funny.” Ethan peers down at me, taking a slow step in my direction. His voice is less angry now and a little playful.
I squeeze my lips in a tight line and nod.
“You brat.” He lunges for me, using his fingers to tickle the sides of my body because he knows it’s like pure torture for me. I shake my head, laughing as I duck away and shuffle my feet into the bedroom. I throw myself on the bed, attempting to hide behind the blankets.
“Stop,” I sign as I peek over the top, still laughing.
“No way, baby. You’re in for it now,” he says, stripping off his shirt. As the buttons splay open, there’s a distinct stain on the front of his pants, presumably where he came on himself and I hold my stomach and roll over, laughing even harder.
He shakes his head with that beautiful smile of his and I can’t help but thank Dane for bringing this playful side out in him again tonight.
I toss away the blankets and take my sweater off, leaving me in just a bra and panties. Spreading my legs, I bite my lip and crook my finger inviting him in.
He prowls toward me, his chest and ab muscles flexing as he moves. His usually put-together hair flops over his forehead and I love how chaotic he looks.
Pulling my underwear off, he tosses them to the side and trails kisses up my thigh.
I crook my finger under his chin so he can look at me.
“Did you like him touching you?”
There’s nothing but lust dripping from his eyes and even though I already know the answer, I want him to say it.
Closing his eyes, his chest rises with a heavy breath and he nods.
“Show me.”
I circle my legs around his body, pulling him into me. The underside of his hard length rubs against my center and I can’t help but roll my hips into him further.
He continues rubbing against me, his cock glistens with my arousal as he tells me what Dane did and how good it felt. There’s a bit of shame in his voice but it’s full of lust and need and burning desire.
He finally enters me, the full length of his shaft gliding in as he thrusts his hips and moans deeply.
God, I love his sounds. I can only imagine how quiet he had to remain at the table and I bet Dane got such a kick out of it.
I cup his face and bring his lips to mine, our eyes connecting as he fucks me slowly with so much meaning.
“You want him again, don’t you?” His voice is breathy, like he didn’t want to ask but can’t help himself.
I nod as my walls begin to contract around him and I can feel my orgasm building.
“Me too, baby. Me too,” he admits and I feel like it’s a confession that’s been waiting a lifetime to arrive. Like he’s finally allowing himself to be okay with how he feels about his sexuality, about Dane.
I come hard thinking of all the things we did and the potential of what this could mean for us. He grunts into my neck, his moans echoing through the room like a promise to whatever it is we just talked about and for the first time since we left Paris I feel hopeful.
He flops over to my side and I wrap my leg over the top of his.
I don’t know what got into him after tonight, but it’s a shift that I couldn’t be happier about.
“I have an idea on how I want to get him back for what he did tonight.” He turns to me with a smile. “Trust me?”