Page 41 of Ethan's Sky

Fuuuuuck.

“Like a lot of other things, I guess I got over it,” She shrugs. My eyes snap to hers and narrow, pissed at her casual dismissal of our past. I shouldn’t care. I don’t think about what we had. It doesn’t fucking matter anymore.

Liar.

She’s not the girl I remember. I don’t know this woman in front me.

Cash disappears down the hall, then reappears just as quickly handing Skyler a t-shirt. Without checking to see if it’s clean, Skyler tosses the shirt over her head, putting an end to my perusal of her ink, before I can ask any more questions about it.

She pulls her ponytail out of the collar of the shirt scooting her seat up to the table. My eyes widen at the sight before me and instantly I’m filled with anger and regret. I focus on the anger because the latter is irrelevant.

I lean forward, my arms braced on the table. I catch the small hitch in Skyler’s breath as she studies my forearms and the ink I have going up under my sleeves.

So, she’s not totally unaffected.Too fucking bad. I won’t be giving her the time of day like the rest of them.Ain’t no such thing as magic pussy.

She’s blushing again, until she catches me glaring at her with my fist clenching on the top of the table. I say nothing. My eyes burning into her chest with each passing second.

She tilts her head in question, but I don’t give her anything.

I need to get the hell out of here.

“You know what, Jake? Skyler’s been found. She’s got all of you to tend to her every whim. I’m leaving. Going to the gym. Got shit to do.”

I’m out the door before he can argue with me. I can’t be in that house another minute. Seeing her in my old wrestling t-shirt is fucking with my head.

I’ve been getting angrier and angrier by the minute. I came straight to the gym after leaving Skyler at the house. I needed to get away from the everyone.

From her.

Now, I’m sitting here at my desk where I should be settling bills and working on schedules, but instead all I can think about is Skyler fucking Sinclair. Ishouldbe focused on my fight camp and my training responsibilities. The important things going on in my life now, but somehow, I keep getting caught up in the memories.

George was away on a run, and I only had a few short days before I had to return to the MMA camp for the second phase.

Skyler invited me over to her place for dinner and to watch a movie. But when I arrived and she answered the door wearing my wrestling T-shirt and not much else, I knew this was the equivalent of Netflix and chill. Hell yes!

I stalked through the door, forcing her to step back. I closed and locked the door, my eyes locked on hers, stalking her until her back hit the kitchen counter. She had nowhere to go.

Her breathing was a little fast, her cheeks flushed.

She wanted me. And the feeling was mutual.

“Something smells good.” I said, prowling toward her, slowly.

“I picked up some burgers and fries from Magpie’s. Patsy says hello.” Her hands twisting in the fabric at the hem of my wrestling shirt making it rise even higher on her thighs. My eyes tracked the movement. I put my hands in my pockets to keep from grabbing her and taking what I wanted. I needed to go slow. Make her remember every touch. Every kiss. I needed to be under her skin as deeply as she was under mine.

“I appreciate the food, but…” I lick my lips, almost able to taste her in the air around me. “I’m hungry for something else right now.”

Placing my hands on her hips, lifted her up onto the countertop. She let out a small whimper, and I was on her in a flash. She gives as good as she gets ratcheting up my need for her. With my mouth ravaging hers. All thoughts of my previous plan to go slow have gone out the window. This isn’t going to be slow and sweet like the first time at the lake. She’s mine and I mean to devour every inch of her.

I yank her against my body. Where I’m chiseled and hard, she’s soft and smooth. I lean in letting her feel how much I want her, need to be inside her.

“Ethan.” The way she says my name, it’s both sweet and full of fear. She’s afraid to lose herself to me, to this. She’s afraid I’ll take her heart and shatter it. She doesn’t trust that she’s enough for me. That I’ll come back for her after I get my contract. She’s always been afraid things will end between us.

“Shh, Sunshine. I’ve got you.” Her eyes meet mine, and my lips descend on hers again. Tasting, sipping, taking what’s mine. I groan when she opens to me again, her sweet tongue finally sweeps into my mouth fighting to take control.

Her hands are around my neck pulling at the hairs on the nape, and her teeth nip at my bottom lip. It stings, but she licks it, easing the pain and making me harder. The confines of my jeans becoming tighter with each passing second.

I have one hand on her neck, the other making its way, pushing up her shirt… my shirt… to the edge of her panties. The cotton material between her legs, soaked with her arousal. That knowledge has me seconds away from losing my damn mind.

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