Biting my lip, I looked down as Ethan’s muscles twitched against me. He knew too. We couldn’t keep doing this. It wasn’t fair to anyone.
Ethan lifted my chin. “One more night.”
“And then we’re on our own?”
“And then we’re on our own.”
And we laid there as I stared into bright blue eyes until my lids grew heavy, surrendering to the depths of his ocean, knowing I was safe in his arms from terrors and the hell begging to suck me back in.
It wasn’t the sun that woke me, because it was still dark in my dorm.
What woke me was Ethan’s hand inside my panties and his warm mouth over my breast. My body arched and my eyes snapped open to see red wild hair and shoulders flexing in the dark. My tank had been lifted up to my neck, and eager fingers slid my panties to the side and rolled over my clit. A desperate moan vibrated from within me, responding to a touch I’d been craving for so long.
“Ollie,” I instinctively whispered as my body begged for more of what he was giving to me.
“No, Mia, It’s Ethan,” his voice thick and course, and his hard-on strained against his boxers, “and that is the last time you will ever call me by his name.”
Wet lips traveled up the center of my chest, across my collarbone and over my neck as he moved on top of me.
I didn’t want him to stop, and my hips matched every movement of his, wanting the same thing. But something inside me was screaming.
Inside, I felt sick.
But, still, I couldn’t find the will to stop.
Determined hands slid my panties off and pulled my legs apart, exposing me fully against the cold night air and his deep blue eyes. I watched as his eyes strayed and his hands roamed over my body. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you,” Ethan whispered, then lowered himself on top of me until his forehead touched mine. His large erection pushed through the hole of his boxers and kneaded over my clit through every hungry grind.
Ethan’s lips brushed mine, and I turned my head to the side to avoid his kiss. “This is entrapment. It’s not fair,” I tried to get out, but I still couldn’t control my hips as his cock slid through my center teasingly. “We can’t do this.”
“We’re already doing this.” His fingers traveled down, and he dipped a finger inside me. My hips involuntarily rocked against each satisfying thrust. “You want this too, just let it happen, Mia,” Ethan breathed into my ear.
My head snapped forward. It was the first time he had said my name since we met. “It can’t go further than this.”
“Kiss me,” he argued. I shook my head, and Ethan growled, picking up his pace. He added another finger as his hard shaft grazed through my wetness and crashed against my needy clit each time. Every brush of his lips against my neck, every thrust of his hand, every knead of his cock pushed my body closer despite the hard fight within my soul.
Ethan’s lips inched closer to mine, and again, I shifted my head, causing his lips to graze my cheek. Frustrated, he picked himself off me.
Both our chests rose and fell at different rhythms, and I expected him to push off me and leave. But he didn’t. Ethan stood at the end of the mattress and withdrew his boxers entirely. Perfect skin glowed against the small sliver of the moons light, revealing abs sculpted by God. Pure. Faultless. Untouched by ink and a needle. Dark blue eyes blazed in the night, boring into mine with a silent plea as he gripped my ass and dragged me to the foot of the bed.
With two hands, Ethan guided my legs open and lapped his greedy tongue from bottom to top, and my hips helplessly curled into his mouth, begging for it. His stubble grazed the insides of my thighs, and his tongue darted out over my clit before moving back down. My body shook against him, unwilling to pull away. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he moaned. “Come for me, Mia.”
Ethan pushed two fingers inside, and my walls gripped around them, completely willing. Teeth scraped against my clit, and I slammed my eyes shut to imagine green eyes, brown hair, and inked skin before I finally climbed back up to the place I’d been trying so hard to reach. But right before I busted, Ethan completely stopped, taking everything away.
The sound of a condom wrapper tearing ripped an ache in my heart. Ethan stood and pressed his thick condom-covered cock against my entrance while his hand moved over my clit, rolling the knot of nerves between two fingers. “Your move, Jett,” he challenged, and my heart pounded out of my chest.
Kissing him was out of the question. Fucking him was out of the question. He managed to take advantage of me while my guard was down, and though my body cried for release, my mind stayed fucked in this teased turmoil. Ethan’s hands moved over my hips, and he jerked his hips forward, him and the tip of his cock testing me.
I lowered my hips, and his shaft slid back through my soaked center, and Ethan frowned but didn’t stop his movements. “Let me get inside you.”
Shaking my head, the burn erupted behind my eyes as my chest tightened and I tried to catch a steady breath. I snapped my legs closed and rubbed my hands over my face, fighting the tears threatening to pour.
Then there was no fucking use.
My confused body shook as the hot tears spilled from my eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” I cried out. “I love him.”
“Yeah, I fucking got that.” Ethan bent over and picked up his boxers, shoving his legs back through. “What the hell was I thinking?” He laughed, but hurt laced each breath that followed.
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right about that. I don’t. It’s fucking cool. I’ll be alright … but you?”—He shook his head before pulling his shirt over his head— “Oliver Masters will be the cause of your undoing. It’s in his fucking blood. I read his bloody file. He doesn’t know any different, ruins everything he touches. And you, Jett … you’ll be just another fucking tally.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said through gritted teeth.
He snatched his pants off the desk chair and shrugged a shoulder as he chuckled. “Yeah, okay. I’m a bloody liar.” He stood over me fully clothed as I laid over my mattress completely naked and body shaking. His eyes roamed over me. “Tell me this, yeah? When was the last time he made you feel like that? When was the last time he touched you like I do? Tell me, Mia. Help me understand! When was the last fucking time he gave you pleasure over pain?”
I jolted upright until both feet hit on the marble. My hands pushed against Ethan’s flexed chest once, but he didn’t budge. “Get out!”
“Careful, Jett,”—Ethan took a step back— “You’re pushing away the only person left who gives a damn about you.”
“I said, get out!”
Ethan opened the door and something on the ground caught his eye. He bent down and swiped it up with his back to me as I scanned the room for a shirt. When he turned around, I’d just gotten the plain white tee over my head when he tossed the object at me.
After catching it mid-air, I opened my hand, and my heart plummeted when my eyes fell upon the origami rose, imperfectly pieced back together. My eyes glossed over, and my chin trembled. The tips of my fingers filtered through its leaves when Ollie’s handwriting appeared.