“I don’t like your tone,” my mother said. “I’m about to lay charges. That won’t bode well for her future. Will it?”
Bethany leaned over my mother’s desk. “Then you’ll be laying charges on your granddaughter.”
I swear I heard Savanah’s neck crack as she whipped her head towards me. My mother, meanwhile, went pale. Although her mouth opened, she remained speechless.
Chapter 33
Mirabel
Wemovedintoournew home, and Cian, now five months, was crawling and threatening to destroy the pretty antiques and artefacts that Ethan kept bringing home daily.
Having just arrived home after a day in London, Ethan wrapped his arms around me, giving me one of his lingering, steamy kisses that always fired me up.
He’d practically moved in. He even had his clothes in the wardrobe. It was his house, after all.
I’d sent my inner nag packing. Life was too short for paranoia. Besides, expecting the worst from a situation only promoted an unhealthy heart. I loved my new life. I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.
As Ethan unclasped my bra, he said, “I’ve got to meet Declan and Savvie. Something dramatic has happened.”
He rubbed my tits, and I instantly forgot what he’d said. This man was insatiable. He pulled down my yoga pants, and within a moment, his head was buried between my thighs.
“Hey, I haven’t showered.”
“Mm… nice.”
“You’re fucking sick.” I pulled at his hair as he licked me to the point of madness.
In the adjoining room, our son played in his “little cage,” as Ethan called it, with enough toys to fill a department store shelf. We had him on loudspeaker so that his cute babble echoed throughout the house like an avant-garde soundtrack.
I lowered my boyfriend’s zip to release his huge, engorged cock and devoured it like a delicious confectionary.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasped like we hadn’t made love for ages, although we’d had sex that morning.
How long this insatiable period would last was anyone’s guess, but for now, we couldn’t stop touching each other. After Ethan fucked me senseless, I lay limply on my back, basking under a cascade of euphoria. Talk about drowning in a delirium of orgasms.
“Do you think Cian thinks my screechy orgasms are me being harmed?”
“Not sure. But I love the way you sound when you come.”
He gazed back at me tenderly as I brushed his hair from his forehead, then we cuddled and kissed tenderly like we did each time. Fiery sex followed by gentle, sweet affection.
“This is a first for me,” I admitted, enjoying his muscular arms wrapped around me. My head was nestled against his firm mounded chest. His feathery-soft strokes caused goose pimples on my skin.
“What is?” he asked.
“Just lying here with you showering me with affection.”
He kissed my hair. “I’ve never felt like doing this before you.”
Yes, we’d evolved. Ethan’s genuine expression of affection and deep friendship had allowed me to open my heart.
I rose and grabbed a towel. Going to the fridge for some water, I finally asked, “So, what’s the drama at Merivale?”
Ethan nodded as I handed him a bottle. “I have a niece, it would appear, who’s responsible for stealing the ruby necklace.”
“But wasn’t that robbery months ago?”
“Yep. Before my new half-sister arrived. It’s one of many mysteries surrounding our mother. Somehow the jewellery has ended up in her possession. And that’s all we know at this stage.”