He moves up so he is on his knees again and grabs the bottom of my shirt. I lift my arms so he can pull it over my head. I unsnap my jeans and lift my hips to push them down. Ethan takes over and pulls them all the way off.
He looks down and notices that I still have panties on. He looks up and then looks down again at my panties with his eyebrow arched. My eyes widen.
Both of his hands go to the thin strip on either side of my hips, then he rips the panties in half. Ethan smiles cockily at me. I start to say something, but that wicked tongue of his strokes my clit.
Moaning, I collapse on the bed, my body hitting the mattress with a bounce. My hand goes to Ethan’s hair, holding him to me as he devours me, as his fingers and tongue are all moving at the same time. It’s sensation overload.
“Come,” he growls.
That’s all it takes. I push his head tighter against me and grind my pussy, trying to get everything I can out of the orgasm.
As I come down, I let my legs fall back to the bed when only moments ago they were strangling him.
“Good work.” I laugh and pat the top of his head. He chuckles and smacks my hip. “Now, let me return the favor.” I motion for him to move up to me. I lift the pillows so both of them are behind me.
Ethan crawls over to me and straddles my body but stays on his knees. His hands grip the headboard. I grab his dick and place it in my mouth. Did I mention I don’t have a gag reflex?
Ethan starts slow, then builds until the end of his cock hits the back of my throat. I tilt my head back so he can go in farther. Hollowing my cheeks, I twirl my tongue on the bottom.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses and growls. He starts going faster, and I lift my hands to his balls, rolling them around.
“You better stop unless you want me to come in your mouth.” Ethan growls and tries to knock my hand away, which makes me do it again. And that’s all it takes for him to come. Moaning, I grab his hip and push him harder into me.
Ethan leans back and collapses on the bed. “I think you almost killed me,” he says breathlessly.
“Death by orgasm. Good way to go,” I tease and rub his belly.
The sound of a motorcycle pulls up outside. Smiling, I slip my clothes back on and walk downstairs to greet Liam. I watch as he unlocks the door and enters the house.
“Whose motorcycle?” I ask innocently.
“Mine.” He grins from ear to ear.
“Oh, where did you get it?”
“The club, for all the work I’ve been doing.”
“Ah, I see!” I smile happily, glad he is happy. I can see it radiating off of him.
“I’m gonna get some food and then hit the hay. Goodnight, sis.” He hugs me and then walks to the kitchen.
I go back upstairs. I strip off my clothes and join Ethan in bed. He is sitting stark naked himself, his hard dick swinging in the wind. Giggling, I lay my head on his chest.
“You ready for round two?” he grumbles.
“Yup.” I draw out the P.
That’s all he needs. He rolls me over onto my back and moves between my legs. His finger enters me and I hiss.
“Soaked,” he growls and nips the hollow of my throat. The top of his dick rubs around my entrance, teasing me. Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his hips and lock them together.
The tip enters me, and then I’m filled with him. He doesn’t move and lets me adjust to the small burn of him stretching me. Once the pain ebbs away, I dig my feet into his butt, pushing him harder against me.
Ethan starts taking slow, leisurely strokes. I look down and watch him enter me, which turns me on even more.
“Fuck me,” I moan and nip at his bottom lip.
He smiles that cocky smile before stopping completely and slipping out until only the tip is inside me. “Your wish is my command.” Then he slams all the way in. My hips move and my whole body is pushed closer to the headboard. Placing both palms against it, I brace myself.
Ethan pounds into me hard, so hard it steals my breath away. It’s almost too much. My toes point as I claw for the orgasm that’s fast approaching.
Ethan twirls my clit. “Come. NOW!” he roars. I clench my teeth to stop the scream that’s threatening to wake the whole neighborhood. He grunts his release and collapses on top of me.
“I think that one may have actually killed me,” I tell him breathlessly.
Ethan laughs and moves his head to the pillow next to my head. His entire weight is on top of me. It may be uncomfortable to most, but to me it’s comforting.
“Goodnight, Ethan.”
“Goodnight, Angel.”
His lips touch my temple, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face and the warmth of Ethan covering my body.
Life couldn’t get any better than this.
But my happy ending may not be forever.
Because he is here, ready to take me away from my forever.
“Ethan Blane! I’m going to kill you!” I scream. Ethan got the bright idea to pour ice water over the top of the shower.
He laughs. I can hear him running out of the room. Oh, he is going to get it! “Bring it on!” he taunts from somewhere in our room.
I turn off the shower and hurry to slip on my bra, Ethan’s shirt, and a pair of shorts, not bothering to dry off. I sling my towel into the hamper before I take off after him. I turn the corner into the living room when I’m sprayed in the face again with cold water.
Stopping, I turn and glare at Ethan, who is laughing. Liam is standing right beside him, doing the same.
Oh, I see how it is.
“You guys started a war. I hope you know that,” I cackle evilly, rubbing my hands together. “I wash your clothes and make your food...” I trail off and smile at them.
“I’m not afraid of you, woman!” Ethan gripes at me and sprays me again.
I charge him and reach for the water gun with both of my hands, hoping to pull it away from him. He doesn’t let go and tries to pull it away from me, but ends up pulling me across the floor with my feet dragging on the ground, while Liam sprays my back.
“Fine!” I yell and let go. Ethan stumbles back slightly. Liam is still spraying my back. Turning around slowly, I glare at him. It doesn’t faze him; instead, it makes him spray me in the face.
“Is that how it’s going to be, brother?” My voice is void of emotion.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirks and mouths ‘bring it on’.
Ethan lifts my shirt and sprays me again. “Ethan!” I scream and then start laughing.
“You give up, baby?” he teases and pinches my butt cheek. I smack his hand away and turn around, then try to tackle him to the ground. But like always, I end up on the bottom with him tickling me.
I squirm, laughing and trying to get away. His arms are holding my hands above my head, while his mouth is biting at my ribs.
“Stop!” I laugh and try to kick him off with my feet.
“You give up?” he says through the biting.
“Yes!” I squeal.
“Okay.” He laughs and lets me go. He pulls me up into a sitting position. “Make me some food, woman.” He smacks the side of my butt.
Glaring, I lean forward and use Ethan’s shoulders to push myself up to my feet. I make sure to push extra hard on his shoulders. He just laughs at my pitiful attempt.
“I want pancakes.” He grins from ear to ear. Oh, what he doesn’t know is he won’t be getting any pancakes.
“Sure, your highness.” I over exaggerate a bow.
“Smartass,” he mutters but continues to smile at me.
“I want pancakes too!” Liam tells me while leaning against the doorframe. I flip him off as I walk into the kitchen and shut the door behind me.
Grinning to myself, I get the cooking spray. Both Liam and Ethan are in bare feet, so I spray the tiled floor in front of the door as I smile evilly. It was a full can when I started and is almost empty when I’m done. Grabbing my stash of water balloons, I fill up a bowl full and hide it in the sink.
Laughing quietly, I walk over to the barstool and throw it down hard, then I lie down on the floor. I scream and move the chair so it’s half on top of me.
I hear a thunder of feet running toward the kitchen. Then the door flies open. Ethan runs in and slips, landing on his back; Liam runs in a second later and does the exact same thing.
Laughing, I push the chair off me and hurry to the sink to get the water balloons. Ethan notices and tries to stand, but falls back to the ground. Liam grabs the walls and tries to pull himself up.
“Now, now. Remember when I said something about payback?” I taunt them.
I throw the first balloon; it hits Ethan right in the middle of his chest and bursts. “Shit!” he yells as the ice-cold water runs all over him. I throw another one on Liam, who yells as well.
“I will let you up, but you have to promise to make me breakfast in bed.” I walk back and forth in front of them.
“Baby, if you wanted breakfast in bed, all you had to do was ask. I’ll make you breakfast any time you want.” He’s trying to charm me. I let out a small “Aw.” He is too sweet.
I walk over to him and bend down to kiss him. He presses his hand to the back of my head, pressing me harder against him.
His phone rings. I stand up and walk past him to the living room to get it. Then Liam’s cell phone goes off as well. Weird. I grab both phones then hurry and hand them over.
“Hello?” Ethan says.
“Yeah?” Liam says.
“What?” Ethan yells and stands up off the ground like it’s nothing. My mouth hits the floor. That little shit faked it.
“On my way,” Liam tells whoever is on the phone.
“I’m coming now,” Ethan growls into the phone and hangs up.
“What is it, Ethan?” I ask when I take in his pissed expression.
“Sydney was kidnapped!” he yells and runs past me down to the basement.
Liam grabs his leather jacket off the back of the couch and is out the door without a backward glance.
I follow Ethan down to the basement but stop midway down when I notice all the guns.
Holy shit.
The walls are covered in guns, ammo, and whatever else. Ethan grabs an AK 47 and the ammo. He turns around and runs past me right back up the stairs.
“Sydney was kidnapped?” I ask again when it doesn’t sink in as I walk back upstairs and into the living room.
“Yeah, baby. I have to go.” He kisses the top of my head and is gone. I go to the front door and watch as he thunders out of the driveway. Then a motorcycle pulls up with Jessica.
She hobbles out and up to me, her face pale. She knows too. Throwing my door open, I run to her. “Braelyn, I know she is okay!” She tells me with as much determination as she can muster.
“What happened?” I ask, sensing she knows more than me
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“Sydney apparently snuck out without Kane for some fucked up reason and got kidnapped outside of the store.” Her eyes fill with tears. My own eyes fill as well. I feel scared for Sydney’s life. God, please let her be okay.
“Ladies, come on, let’s get out of the open.” Torch puts a hand to the small of both our backs, leading us to the house. I fall down onto the couch and pray.
“My asshole is hurting something fierce,” Jessica tells us a little too loudly. We have been sitting here in silence for thirty minutes, waiting for that phone call.
I burst out laughing. Torch looks freaked out. He looks at her belly like the spawn of Satan is going to pop out any second.
“I need pickles ASAP!” she yells and pushes herself off the couch. Then water starts rushing down her legs. I look in horror.
“You’re peeing, Jessica!” Torch yells and points to her legs. He throws his hand up and jumps up from the chair he was sitting in, moving behind it like it will shield him.
“My water broke!” she screams at the top of her lungs and starts slinging her hands up and down, freaking the fuck out and chanting. “OH MY GOD!”
“Calm your tits! I’ll take you to the hospital,” I tell her calmly even though I feel far from it. “Let me go and grab my bag.”
I run up the stairs and change my still damp clothes. I get my purse and run back down the stairs to see Torch getting his hand broken. By Jessica.
“Ouchhhhh! That hurt worse than getting an infected zit popped!” She screams and squeezes Torch’s hand enough for it to turn blue.
I pry her hand loose from Torch’s and carefully lead her to the front door. “Let’s go have a baby,” I tell her excitedly.
Her head shoots around so fast she could rival the exorcist. “You have a baby? BITCH, A BASKETBALL IS COMING OUT OF MY PUSSY. You ain’t havin’ shit!” she snarls at me.
Letting her go, I raise both hands in front of me. “Sorry, chick! Let’s just go to the hospital.” I take her arm again to help her get to my car.
“Torch, grab my phone off the coffee table!” I yell at him.
I open my car door and get her loaded up. I notice Torch locking the door. Good thinking.
Torch hands me my phone and hops on his motorcycle. I start my car then rush to the hospital. Jessica screams every few minutes in pain, while I cringe. Maybe having a baby in the future isn’t such a good idea.