Page 42 of Ethan's Sky

I lift the edge of her panties, sliding one finger through her slit, caressing slowly, teasing her. She moves her hips seeking more. Her eyes are closed, her head tipped back. I lean back and watch her expression as she gives in to my touch.

“Take me out, Sky.” Her head pops up, eyes meeting mine for a split second before her hands fumble with the buttons on my jeans. She finally pops it open, fighting to lower them down over my hips. My cock springs free and her soft hand grips my length and begins an agonizingly slow tug and twist motion.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby.”

“Please Ethan. I need…” I push my finger inside her and begin to pump slowly at first, building with each stroke. My thumb rubbing circles on her clit, as she grinds down on my hand. Her breathing speeds up, her hand releases my cock and grabs onto the edge of the counter holding tight. When she finally starts to crash over the edge, I pull out my fingers and slam my cock home. With my mouth on hers, swallowing her cries and moans she comes, with me following not too far behind her.

A knock on my office door breaks through my memories.

“Come in.”

Hawk strolls in, sits down and kicks his feet up on my desk like he owns the damn place.

“You think you’ll be ready to face Vargas again by December? It’s not too far away.” I don’t give an answer other than to nod. The last time I faced Victor Vargas, it was a close finish. If he hadn’t gotten the submission in the last round, I might’ve won by the cards. It still pisses me off to think about it. It was my own fault. I knew he was a great grappler, but I trained more to my strengths as a striker and let the fucker get me on the ground. This time Kieran is making sure we cover all our bases but placing more focus on strengthening my ground game.

Unfortunately, I’m finding it difficult to focus on anything since a pretty little blonde I’d love nothing more than to throttle has returned home.

No. Stop thinking about her as a pretty little blonde. She’s the bitch who betrayed you.

Even though I know that to be true, I still can’t seem to fight this pull we’ve got going on between us. I can’t explain it, or the anger that eats at me when I think about her being with Cash or the others all this time.

I’m struggling to get past the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me, to gain some kind of understanding.

I shouldn’t be surprised Skyler came back. She may not have visited him, but she loved George. He was everything to her growing up. When her mom died, all they had was each other and Ghost for a long time.

She had you and Emily too.

But we came onto the scene years later when we were all in middle school.

Skyler used to bitch about Ghost and some of the guys from the club driving her to school on their bikes or when they’d show up two or three at a time making all kinds of noise, disrupting class to bring her food when she forgot her lunch money. She said she hated it. It was embarrassing, the way some of her teachers and the school kid’s moms would salivate over the men in leather. But I think she secretly loved it.

As she got older, girls in school began teasing her. Although, I think they only teased her because they were jealous. Some of those same women, are often seen at the bar pushing up on said bikers.

“Can I help you?” I ask shoving Hawk’s feet to the floor. He laughs.

“Came to check on you. Figured you’d still be in your head about this shit with Skyler, wanted to see where you’re at with all of it.” He leans forward on his elbows checking to see what’s on my monitor.

It’s nothing exciting, just the security feed from the different rooms in the gym.

Nosy bastard.

“I honestly don’t know. My first thought was to throw her ass out on the street. The rage I feel toward her is stifling. My body was shaking with it. But then when I heard about George…”

“You felt bad for her. You know what it’s like to lose family.” He’s right. She stopped her tears and put up her armor when her eyes met mine. It’s a habit she developed at a young age. But I recognized her pain. It spoke to a place deep inside me.

When her mother died, adults treated her like she would break at any moment. She hated it. Hated feeling like she was some fragile piece of glass everyone needed to coddle. She built her walls refusing to let anyone see her when she was in pain.

The same walls she’s hiding behind now. Just like you, asshole.

She never could hide her true feelings from me though. Those violet eyes would give her away every time. I used to get lost in those beautiful orbs.

She’s not the girl you used to love. She betrayed you.

I have to keep reminding myself.

I rub the stubble on my chin as Hawk watches me warily. I tell him, “I do, and I did, but it was more than that. Seeing her with Eli and his men. The way they’re so protective of her. The way they talk about her. Hawk they fuckingknowher. And I can’t help wondering how long…if she’sbeenwith all of them. You know what I mean?”

Hawk shakes his head. “I don’t think Skyler’s club pussy. She doesn’t strike me as cut slut material.”

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