Reluctantly, Ethan pulls out of me, removes the condom, and ties it at the end. He throws it into the trash can before moving towards the bathroom. He returns a second later with a wet towel, which he uses to clean me up.
I stretch and yawn, a lazy smile unfurling on my lips. I feel content in a way I haven’t in far too long, an indecipherable lightness eddying the darkness aside within me.
Once I’m clean, Ethan moves onto one side of me while Grayson remains on my other. Both of them touch me in some way—a hand here, an arm there, a leg here. I feel so incredibly loved and happy while held between the two men. I know there’s a lot we need to talk about, a lot that needs to be discussed, but that can wait, at least for a second.
For now, I want to pretend that the world around us isn’t going to shit. That I don’t have conflicting feelings for a bunch of very different men. That we’ll receive our happily ever after, regardless of the obstacles.
It’s nothing but a fantasy, but sometimes…
Sometimes fantasies are better than reality.
Twenty-Six
ETHAN
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
I can’t believe I just had sex with Izzy and told her I loved her…all within the same few minutes.
And I’m just going to ignore the fact she didn’t say it back or even acknowledge it.
Yup. Not going to cry whatsoever.
I also can’t believe that I allowed Grayson—my sister’s ex-boyfriend and a virtual stranger—to call me a “good boy” in the bedroom and order me around. I honestly don’t know what came over me. It’s not as if I’m sexually attracted to Grayson or anything like that, and I definitely don’t want him fucking me, but having him in control…
It was hot as fuck.
I want to do it again. Multiple times.
But of course only if Izzy is there as well.
Apparently there’s a side of me that I never knew existed.
Holding Izzy in my arms now, I feel warm and safe and so incredibly in love I think I may burst into a million glittery pieces.
I just wish she felt the same.
Izzy lazily traces patterns into the skin of my arm, which is coiled around her waist, and I swear my body turns into one giant goose bump at her touch.
“There’s a lot we need to talk about,” she whispers, shifting slightly.
The movement reveals her perfect breasts to me, and my mouth waters as I stare at them. All I want to do is lean forward and capture that dusky-pink nipple in my mouth…
Focus, Ethan! You horny dog.
Pun unintended, of course.
“Like how we’re going to get you out of here?” Grayson says, his voice breaking on the final word.
He reaches for the nightstand but frowns when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. Realizing quickly, I shift slightly so I can reach for the backpack by the bed and grab his water bottle. I toss it to him, and he chugs it down with a grateful nod.
“You know I can’t leave,” Izzy says, exhaling roughly.
“Can’t or won’t?” I question.
“Both.” Izzy shrugs slightly. “I have this…power inside of me, this power I can’t explain, and I won’t leave here when I don’t understand it. The last thing I want to do is risk hurting anyone, especially the people I love.”
