Harper palms her breasts, and it’s so fuckin’ sexy. I dig my fingers into her hips, creating more friction before flipping her over.
“Ethan!” she yelps as she clings to my shoulders. “I was almost there.”
“Trust me.” I flash her a wink before moving her leg up higher.
“Break me, Ethan,” she demands, tightening her hold on me.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Chapter Fourteen
HARPER
Ethan kisses the softness of my neck and slams his cock deep inside me. I begin to unravel as I scratch my nails down his back. Though I’ve had a lot to drink, I’ve fantasized about this for as long as I can remember.
My moans grow louder, and my breathing increases, but I don’t give two fucks that I’m being loud. The intense pleasure radiating through me is almost too much to handle.
“Fuck, Harper. You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear. “Your tight cunt feels too good.”
Hearing him tell me how much he’s enjoying this only turns me on more. I’ve always wondered how sex would be with Ethan, and it’s better than I ever imagined. The way he can’t keep his hands and mouth off me and how he just knows my body better than I do have me tingling all over.
“It’s because I want you, Ethan. I’ve always wanted you.”
He meets my eyes. “Do you really mean that?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” I tell him seriously. My body tenses as he picks up the pace, and my eyes flutter closed. “Yes...right there. I’m almost—”
Before I can finish, Ethan quickly flips me over until I’m on all fours and pulls me to the edge of the bed. One strong hand steadies me, his thumb digging into my hips as the other rubs circles against my clit.
My back arches, and I’m teetering on the edge as he teases me with his tip before pounding into me.
“Oh God,” I shriek, my body begging to release as it slowly unravels. This man’s teasing is pure torture. I grab the comforter with my fists, spread my legs wider, and take all of him. “Please,” I beg, needing relief more than I need air.
“Come with me, love,” he whispers in my hair.
“As long as you come inside me,” I retort. He stiffens against my back. “I’m on birth control. I want all of you, Ethan.”
“Fuck, Harper. You’re gonna be the end of me.”
Moments later, every muscle tenses, and my orgasm nearly blinds me as it rushes through me. A guttural groan comes from my throat as my vision blurs.
Seconds later, Ethan lets go, letting the orgasm rip through him. His body convulses as he groans, and it’s something I never want to forget.
After we clean up, Ethan kisses me and holds me until I drift off to sleep. I let out a relaxed sigh, feeling safe and content. I’ve succumbed to Ethan’s kisses, and now I’ve had every part of him. Though we should talk about what just happened, I’m too tired to even form words.
The following morning, the bright sun shines in and wakes me.
“Ugh,” I say, wishing I would’ve closed the curtains before falling asleep. I sit up, realizing I’m completely naked, and pull the sheet above my breasts. Ethan’s still asleep, and my eyes go wide when I notice his bare ass. My heart gallops as I replay last night.
For once, I don’t know what to say or how to even act around my best friend.
Ethan rolls over and gives me a sleepy smile. “Everythin’ okay?”
My stomach hurts, and I feel like total shit, plus I’m thirsty as hell. I lie back down and pull the covers over my head. “I have a horrible hangover.”
Considering it’s hot under the blanket and we’re naked, I poke my head back out. My nerves are getting the best of me, and it’s obvious we need to talk about what happened last night, but I don’t know where to start.
Ethan grabs his joggers, then puts them on before going to the bathroom.
While he’s in there, I hurry and get dressed. Not knowing what he’s thinking right now is making my head pound harder. I search for some meds and realize just how stupid it was to take so many shots. Four would’ve been fine, not the amount—I lost count of how many—I had. I’m not a young, spry college freshman who can drink like a fish at a frat party anymore.
The spinning of the room is a perfect example of that. Sure, I’ve had a few drinks here and there at the Circle B Saloon, but nothing like this.
Ethan eventually comes out of the bathroom, almost fully dressed, and is eerily quiet. It has me worried about everything—our friendship, the future, and where we go from here. Though he’s my best friend, he’s also a man who can reject me. A lump forms in my throat because I feel like he’s regretting it all.