Page 80 of Ethan's Sky

“And you don’t anymore, is that it? I’m onlya part of your past?But you don’t hate me.” I repeat the words I heard her tell Cash. Wait for her to deny it.

I feel her body stiffen.

I nuzzle her neck, then pull back when I see it. “You have a bumble bee tattoo?” My voice strained.

“I do.” She doesn’t elaborate, but I know what it represents. We used to call Emily a bumble bee because she was always fluttering about from one thing to the next, never content to just be.

“Emily?” I whisper. Her name on my lips sends a sharp pain to my stomach. Anger rises as I remember that this is Skyler. The person who led my sister to drugs, then left her when she needed her help the most. Leftme.

I step back. Skyler turns back around to face me. She’s nervous, unsure of what I’m about to do or say.

My eyes rake over her body, my brows furrowed trying to decide what I should do next. I could get her revved up and leave her hanging. Let her feel how she makes me fee; every fucking time I’m around her.

You could hate fuck her and get her out of your system.

I step closer. She moves to the side, putting her back to the truck, I follow her with a wicked smirk.

“What are you doing?’” She asks, swallowing hard.

I step in closer, closing the small gap between us, moving myself in front of her, my left hand blocking her path to the door, the other on her hip. The fierce way she’s looking at me, dragging her eyes over every inch of my body. She feels this pull between us too. My fingertips caress the edge of her shirt brushing against the soft skin of her stomach.

She looks away, attempting to break the spell between us. I step forward steps, my leg pushing into hers, my large frame caging her in. I study her face. Her violet eyes hold so many conflicting emotions.

You hate her.

But you want her.

She wants you too. Fuck her and leave her. Prove to her she doesn’t mean anything to you anymore. She still loves you. Break her heart the way she broke yours.

I push a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Her face drops, still avoiding my heated stare. I’m not having it. With the tips of two fingers, I tip her chin to face me. Her violet eyes meeting my brown ones. I’m close enough, she can feel the heat and hardness of my body through our clothes as my body presses into hers.

“Where’s Mason?” She barely chokes the words out. Her voice shaky, nearly a whisper. I chuckle, my lips curve into a smirk. Her eyes holding mine.

“Do I make you nervous, Sky?” She shakes her head clearing her throat. I chuckle at her weak attempt to play down her nerves.

“Not at all, but I’m not one for an audience.”

Ha. Liar!

With my finger I rub her bottom lip, leaning in so close; I feel her breath on my lips. I could kiss her, but instead, I stop short and whisper, “Liar. We both know you like to be centerstage.”

Her eyes register my meaning, and the tears I see forming there almost convince me to let her go.

“I told Mason to wait until I called him to come out here, I’d walk you to your truck since I wanted to talk to you privately.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Relax, Sunshine. It’s only me.” She sighs at the use of her nickname. She’s fighting back tears.

I run my nose down the side of her neck pushing her hair away with my fingers. Turning her head to the side, she’s trying to ignore the reactions her body has to my touch. But I see the goosebumps that rise along her skin. Her breath has quickened. Nipples harden to taut little peaks. I bet if I shoved my hand in her pants her sweet little pussy would be gushing for me. I groan softly in her ear at the thought.

“Mmm. You’ve changed, Skyler. Not quite the shy wall flower anymore.” It’s not a question, it’s a fact. One that both intrigues and irritates me. She whimpers when I twist her nipple through her clothes. She always was sensitive to my touch. “I hardly recognize you anymore.” Again, she’ s silent. “Your tight little body with all this muscle definition. Tattoos. A fighter. Who are you, Sky?”

“I don’t know how you want me to answer that.”

Her heartrate is picking up. Her breathing coming in pants. I don’t know if she’s angry or turned on. She’s got her mask in place making it hard to read her true feelings.

“Do you belong to Cash? Are youhis?” I need to know. To hear the words from her.

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