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I knee-walked closer, and this time he moved his hands to hold his legs, and only relaxed when I was close enough to support his weight.
“Tell me to stop. If you need me to stop—”
“Fuck me. Now.” He was wrung out and desperate. “Now Ethan!”
I pressed the tip of my cock to him and kissed him as I eased my way inside. Every inch was a struggle as I was swallowed by the dark heat of him. Only after I was balls-deep did I break the kiss and reared back so I could see his face as I began to move. I wasn’t going to last long, and it took everything for me to take him as slow as I could, then retreated, and then pushed again. With each move, his breathing grew heavier, and he wriggled as if he could get more of me in if he could tilt himself further. I knew desperation—I’d felt this before when a lover had been inside me, that almost impossible fullness, the edge of pain, and the indescribable lust when I was full and close to the edge. I pressed myself down with his cock trapped between us, but that slight touch, and it was game over.
“I’m coming! Fuck… fuck… ”
I had to see it. I watched him, his eyes shut, his lips parted, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful as that moment his orgasm consumed him, and he came hard. I wasn’t far behind, a look at him, the feel of his channel constricting around me, and I was rutting into his body and the condom, and losing my fucking brains.
Breathing heavy, I tried not to let my full weight squash him, but the hands that had been at his side were grabbing at my shoulders, pulling me down, and when I slipped out, he wriggled us both back, until we were fully on the bed, and then he wrapped himself around me.
“You know I’m falling for you, right?” He mumbled, sleepy and then he didn’t let me go as he fell asleep in my arms.
Same, Josh. Same.
ChapterSeventeen
Josh
I wokeup safe but confused.
Warm because Ethan cradled me in his arms as if I was something special. Confused because I was still in his bed.
I hadn’t meant to be in his room all night. It was supposed to be nothing more than sex, yet somehow he’d dragged me close and held me tight, and I’d let him. What did I think was going to happen? I’d stayed here, and in the night my desperate clinging to him had become something very different, with him now cradling me.
Waking in his arms was going to be the ultimate test for how to handle any step in this peculiar, twisted connection. After all, what kind of sexual relationship started with paying for a hooker who wasn’tactuallya hooker, who then kidnapped you, but didn’t kidnap you, who then kept you safe, but then made you feel as if you weren’t safe at all?
“You’re overthinking,” Ethan mumbled, stretching his long legs but not once letting go of me.
“Of course, I’m overthinking, I imagine one thing, and then it changes, and then another thought comes into my head, and then it’s Ben, and then it’s my ex, and then it’s the kids who are in danger, and you, and me, and this place in the middle of fucking nowhere… ” I buried my face against his chest and groaned. Last night I’d neglected to worry about anything much at all apart from acting on the impulse to be with Ethan. The only real thought I’d had outside of sex was that I’m glad I’d checked that Ben was asleep, and that we’d locked Ethan’s door.
Shit! We locked the door.
“Ben might need me. I locked your door. What if he wants me?” I scrambled to free myself from Ethan, but he held me firm.
“It’s okay,” he reassured. “I unlocked the door a couple of hours ago. Checked in on him. He’s all good—”
Now Ireallyshoved myself away from Ethan, and he fell back against the bed and looked up at me with a curious expression. “That’s even worse. What if he comes in here searching for me and finds us like this? What if he needed me?”
Ethan’s eyes widened, and he glanced at the door, and then back at me. “I hadn’t thought of that.” Then he smiled, “but he didn’t come in.”
"Yet!”
I scrambled to find my clothes and shoved Ethan’s jeans at him. “Get dressed, for God’s sake.” Somehow he was dressed before me, because in my agitation, I couldn’t get zips and buttons done up. He stopped my frantic uncoordinated moves, nudging my hands away, and then buttoned my jeans, and smoothed my T-shirt before pressing a soft kiss to my nose.
“It’s all good. Nothing happened. I’ll go start pancakes.”
He headed for the door, and I was frozen. He’d kissed me on the nose, smiled at me with affection, and calmed my panic with a gentle touch. This wasn’t the man from the hotel room, the one who’d helped me throw caution to the wind last night; this was next-morning-Ethan. I took a few seconds to steady my breathing as my chest tightened. I bent at the waist and rested my hands on my knees. What was happening? What was I doing? All the things I’d shoved away to have one night with Ethan flooded back and made my head spin.
I had a job to return to. Ben should be in school and people had to be missing him. Fuck, did the school think I’d kidnapped him? What had Ruth done? Was she worried her son wasn’t to be found? It had never concerned her before that he spent most of his time with me—she wanted me to have him. It wasn’t until she’d met Rouxier that he’d insisted Ben should be with his mom, for publicity purposes.
Still, was there an Amber Alert out for Ben? Why hadn’t I considered this before? Would we get out of this only for me to lose him?
How could I forget the chaos Ben and I had been shoved into? How did I think it was okay to have sex?
“Dad? Dad!” Ben’s words were panicked. “Ethan! There’s something wrong with Dad!”
