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Sadly, this is not the first time I’ve seen my brother with two or even three girls. He’s a serious manwhore and always has been. His popularity with women only worsened when he became a professional hockey player. Will has been in the newspaper with different girls dozens of times, and every time my mom dies of shame. To some extent, so do I.
But I guess that makes me a hypocrite because I practically allowed Ethan to fuck me on the dance floor. I would have let him too. That’s the sad part. Even though he was rough and aggressive, I could feel his restraint. He didn’t want to take things with us too far.
After a few minutes, Ethan comes back from talking to Will with a smile on his handsome face.
“Ready to go? Will’s going home with those girls. He said not to wait up.”
“Oh, okay.”
He flashes the cockiest of grins as if he has a hidden agenda.
Then, it hits me—we have my apartment to ourselves for the night. And now, I’m smiling like a fucking fool, with my expression now mirroring his.
Chapter Twelve
Mia
On the Uber ride back to my apartment, Ethan has his hands all over me. But he doesn’t kiss me. We don’t even look at each other. He slides his hand up my thighs and feels every inch of my exposed skin, forcing me to bite the inside of my cheek to be quiet. It was one thing to feel each other up in a crowded club, but not with a private audience in the front seat.
When the car stops, Ethan forks over a wad of cash and thanks the driver. He helps me out of the car, and by the time he gets me outside, he has me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing, E?” I push down the back of my skirt as he shuts the door and waves to the man.
“You were moving too slow, and I have plans for you that can’t wait.”
His deep, masculine voice produces an aching within me I can’t ignore. I burrow my face in the crook of his neck, no longer wanting to fight him as he carries me over the threshold.
He holds out his hand. “Give me your keys.”
Inside the three-story brownstone, a narrow hallway to the right leads to a set of doors. Each floor has two apartments, with the smallest ones on the lower floors. The walls are painted stark white with lights overhead that cast a yellowish hue around us.
Given Ethan’s athletic build, he has no problem taking the stairs two at a time as if it’s nothing. He’s a big guy, and in his arms, I feel safe, secure. Ethan manhandles me like I’m a doll. He sets me on the floor to fumble with the keys, opening the door and kicking it shut before he lifts me up again.
As Ethan pushes my back against the wall, I wrap my legs around his middle and slide my hands up his chest. Holding me tight, his lips crash against mine with fury. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his touch until now. More like I’ve craved him. The second our mouths separated at the club, I wanted more. Now, I have him. All of him.
Ethan kisses me, our tongues working in harmony. He invades my mouth with a vicious hunger, and ten years of pent-up sexual desire exploding all at once. And I feel every second of those years. He tells me with his body how much he’s wanted this. Claims me with each flick of his tongue. Possesses me with each finger he digs into my side.
After what feels like an hour, our lips part, both of us out of breath and panting. Ethan cups the side of my face with his big hand and sighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Mia.”
“Me, too.” I can barely get the words out.
He shakes his head. “Too fucking long.”
We stare at each other, a beat passing between us before he pushes my panties aside to run his finger along my slick folds. Testing my wetness, Ethan slides his finger in and out of me and makes a hissing sound.
“So wet. So fucking tight. Damn, Mia, what are you doing to me? I thought I could control myself with you. I have to control myself. But I can’t.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper.
“Don’t say that. I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment. I want my cock inside every part of you. I want it all.”
I press my finger to his lips to silence him. “Will isn’t home. We get one night together. One night to get this out of our systems.”
“Your brother will never forgive me. He flipped out over me touching your leg during the interview.”
“He doesn’t need to know, E. It’s just you and me.”
We share a short-lived moment where it’s just Mia and E, the boy I fell in love with ten years ago. This is the Ethan Waters I know. Deep down inside, it hurts knowing tonight can never be more than a fling. But having Ethan for one night is better than not at all, and that’s how I justify it to
