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Hours pass by whether I want them to or not because I have no concept of time. All I know is that my core has been aching with desire since we got on this dance floor, however long that has been.
Holding my arms with one hand, Ethan pushes the hair off my neck and cups my chin in his other hand. He plants a trail of kisses along my jaw before making his way to my mouth. As he pulls down my bottom lip with his thumb, Ethan wets his lips. And then he goes in for the kill as if he’s the predator, and I’m his prey.
His lips crash into mine with so much intensity and passion I almost lose my balance. But Ethan is there to catch me and pins me against his chest. He takes my lip and sucks on it, tugging at it with his teeth. I love the way he makes me crave this closeness.
When Ethan sweeps his tongue into my mouth, I melt into him, our bodies are fused together as one.
I’ve waited ten years for this kiss.
Ten years for this man to touch me in ways I’d only dreamed.
Ethan is no longer a dream, but the idea of us together is nothing more than a façade. Will would never be okay with us. So, we have tonight. One night to make up for the last ten years.
We stay this way until the strobe lights go out and the crowd dies down along with the music. Ethan finally lets go of me, holding me at arm's length. He studies my face and shakes his head. “I should have done that ten years ago.”
“Why did we wait this long?”
He frowns as if the Ethan I had all night is gone. “You know why.”
I nod. “Will.”
There’s nothing left to say.
Ethan leads me upstairs by the hand, his touch sending shockwaves throughout my body, followed by sadness. Now that I’ve had Ethan, I want more and reality sucks ass.
When we reach the top landing, we find Will making out with not one but two blondes in the VIP area. Bottles of alcohol are on the table, the floor littered with cups and shakers. What the fuck happened up here? One girl is grinding on my brother with his legs squeezed between her skinny thighs. And they’re both kissing the other girl.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.” I lean into Ethan and whisper, “Are they having sex?”
He tilts his head to the side. “Umm… I don’t think so. But who knows with your brother.”
“Maybe we should leave. This is nasty. I can’t stay here and watch my brother fuck random chicks in public. What the hell is wrong with him?”
They call him Romeo for a reason.
I turn on my heel, slipping away from Ethan, and he comes up from behind me. He grips my hips to keep me in place and leans down to speak against the shell of my ear, “I’ll take care of your brother. Don’t move, okay?”
I sigh. “Okay.”
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.
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.
