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“Ethan,” I whine. The feminist in me has left the room because I’m on the brink of pleading for his cock until he gives it to me.
I can’t take it any longer. I need him now. I’m getting squirmy. I spin out of his grasp and remove the last bit of fabric covering me. I ball up my panties and toss them at him with a smirk before I get inside the hot shower.
The sound of denim slapping the tile floor echoes behind me, right before I step under the waterfall shower head. Ethan joinsme seconds later, his hands sliding down my waist, tracing the curves. He captures my mouth. The hot water splashes down on our faces before he moves me against the shower wall. Shampoo bottles scatter around us in loud thuds.
Drawing back from our kiss, I giggle against his mouth. “Get it together. You’re destroying the shower,” I tease.
“I’m only concerned with destroying your pussy.”
My body shakes against his, laughter bubbling out of me before it’s replaced with a squeal as he lifts me, my legs winding around his waist and back scraping against the tiles.
“Are you laughing at me?”
I nod. “Always.”
He smiles into my neck. “Such a brat.”
His tongue flattens, licking down my neck and over my clavicle, causing the smile to drop. I moan, throwing my head back as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. He’s so deep this way, it takes my body a second to adjust. His hands grip my ass, sliding me up and down his cock. I gasp, feeling completely out of control and loving being at his mercy.
“Fuck, you take my cock so good. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” I say, breathless. “Only you.”
My words seem to be his undoing, because he picks up speed, pushing his cock in and out of me at a tantalizing rhythm. The familiar build of heat coils between my thighs, and my body goes slack, falling apart in his arms. His groans tickle my ears as his release follows mine.
Slowly, after we’ve caught our breaths, Ethan sets me back down, holding onto me for a second as I gather my footing. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman. I’m going to run out of cum if we keep going multiple times a day.”
His smile is so cocky. I know he’s basically bragging that he can go several times a day.
“You’ll live,” I say, shaking my head, a smile playing on my lips.
I pick up the dropped bottles and start to actually shower. Ethan does the same. Our faces split into lopsided smiles while we stare at each other. I’ve never felt so comfortable and cared for in my entire life. He makes me feel cherished and special, looking at me like I hung the moon. My heart beats, infused with warmth, and I realize I’ve fallen in love with him. Is it even considered falling when he feels like the softest landing I’ve ever experienced? He’s my safe place; he would never let me fall. He’s always there to catch me.
CHAPTER 45
Marisa
CAN’T AVOID HER FOREVER
It’s almost Christmas, and I still haven’t spoken to my mom. It’s not from a lack of her trying. She’s called me more over the last few weeks than she ever has before. And I know she’s desperate to talk to me, because she even called my dad. After some of the shock on his part wore off, he told her I was fine and needed some space.
Despite the hurt I still feel, I also miss her. So much. And the holiday is exasperating that feeling, remembering all of our traditions. She used to make large batches of champurrado, so we always had it ready to heat up and enjoy. I made a small pitcher, and while it tasted fine, it was nowhere near as good as hers. When I was a kid, instead of your standard gingerbread man cookies, we would make Mexican wedding cookies that she renamed snowballs to make them seem Christmasy. And I’ll never forget our several attempts to master tamales. She could never remember her family’s exact recipe, and it’s not as if she was ever going to call them to get it, so we were always guessing and failing before eventually giving up and ordering them from someone who knew what they were doing. Though a handful of Christmases have passed since we’ve spent the holiday together,this one feels particularly tough. It’s also the longest we’ve gone without speaking.
“Hi, baby,” Ethan says, placing a kiss on my forehead.
I still get a little flutter of butterflies when he does that, and I wonder if that feeling will ever go away. He slides his jacket off and hangs it in the coat closet.
We’ve unofficially moved in together. A lot of my things are still at my cottage, but I spend a majority of my time at Ethan’s. We thought we were being sly about it, but one day my dad came looking for me and when he couldn’t find me, he banged on Ethan’s door, only for him to open it with me right behind him, wearing one of his T-shirts. It was very obvious we’d had sex shortly before he arrived. I’ve never seen my dad so embarrassed and uncomfortable. It took him a few days to look me in the eye again. It was mortifying. But after we got past that, he’s been fully onboard with me and Ethan. Not that he was ever against it. I think he’s hoping I’ll stay because of Ethan, even though he’s never brought it up.
“How was your day?” Ethan asks, embracing me from behind and drawing me close.
I can’t help but melt into him, a soft wave of relief easing through me as his arms offer a sense of calmness.
“It was fine, nothing exciting.”
He tenses slightly. “What’s wrong?”
I forget how well he knows me. There’s no sense in hiding anything. He’ll just drag it out of me. “I miss my mom.”
