Page 141 of Rare Blend
“Fucking soaked,” he whispers in my ear.
In one thrust, he’s fully seated. Our gazes meet, lashes dripping with water, and he smiles at me softly. “Good morning.”
The corner of my mouth tilts up. “Good morning.” Using the leverage of my hands around his neck, I lift my body, moving up his cock and sliding back down on it. We both sigh in relief.
“Fuck, baby. I’m never going to get enough of you.” He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, giving me a soft bite before invading my mouth and kissing me roughly. Slamming me against the tile wall, he fucks me at a relentless pace. I lose myself in him. He consumes me. He devours me. With each moment, the more we dissolve into each other.
Thirty minutes and two rounds of shower sex later, we’re in the truck on our way. To where? I’m not sure, because Ethan won’t tell me.
Strangely, the drive is very, very familiar. “Can you please tell me where we’re going? You know I don’t like surprises.”
“You love my surprises.”
I stay quiet, racking my brain, trying to think of what we could possibly be doing.
“Are we going to your parents’ house?” He tried to take a roundabout way, but there’s no mistaking the direction we’re going.
He shakes his head. “No, not right now. We have other plans.”
The anticipation is driving me crazy as he pulls alongside the empty lot next to Gavin’s. He puts the truck in park, turns it off, and gets out, still not answering me.
Undoing my seat belt, I grumble while he holds open my door and follow after him.
“Well then, can you tell me what we’re doing out here?”
The crunching of gravel draws my eyes to the hill where I see a Jeep rolling down, heading in our direction.
“Perfect timing,” Ethan mutters.
“Who’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
The Jeep parks next to the truck, and a professionally dressed, middle-aged blonde woman exits, walking toward us with a friendly smile.
“Ethan, so good to see you,” the woman says, shaking Ethan’s hand.
“Linda, this is Marisa, my girlfriend.”
A blush scatters across my cheeks. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing him call me that. Linda and I shake hands.
“Alright folks, let’s design a house.”
What?
My eyes fly to Ethan’s. “What is she talking about?”
Ethan looks to Linda. “Can you give us a minute?”
She nods, smiling. “Sure, I’ll go get the prints from my back seat. Be back in a jiff.”
Ethan points to his parcel with a giant dirt pile at the center. I can tell it’s been recently dug up, because the dirt looks fresh.
“Remember when I told you about still wanting to build a house on this land?”
“Yeah.” I hesitate, wondering why it’s dug up.
“I had a company come out and remove the foundation that was poured.”
