Wrapping his free hand around my waist to help support me, he slips a finger inside, going right to my g-spot. He presses against it, not needing to do much to make me come again since my core is still pulsing with pleasure. It’s almost too much, and I try to push him away, but Ethan doesn’t relent. He presses and releases again and then strokes my inner walls with his fingers while gently rubbing my clit with his thumb.
I moan again as I come for the second time, harder and faster this time. I have to lean on Ethan to keep from falling. He slowly moves his hand from between my legs to my waist, holding me against him as the pleasure continues to flood through me. I’m panting, heart racing, and couldn’t form a coherent sentence if my life depended on it.
Then he advances, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. He throws me down on the mattress, spreading my legs and moving in between. I slit my eyes open, watching him hastily undress before he dives back down on me, the hard, wet tip of his cock rubbing against me. It sends a ripple through me and even though I just had a double orgasm, my body begs for more and I want that big cock to push inside me, fucking me into oblivion.
I push up just enough to watch him enter me and then collapse back down, still trying to catch my breath. Ethan lowers himself enough that my nipples rub against his bare chest as he thrusts in and out, and I bend one leg up and around him. He hits me at a different angle, and I cry out as a new sensation of pleasure goes through me. This one builds up slowly, and I buck my hips along with Ethan’s thrusts, knowing he’s doing everything he can not to come until I do again.
My breath quickens and I wrap my other leg around him, enabling him to push in deeper. But then in a swift movement, he sits up, grabbing my thighs and holding me against him as he moves onto his knees, fucking me with fervor. I grab a tangle of the blankets in my hand, balling them tight as I come one more time, pussy tightening around his cock. Ethan lets out a groan as he pushes in deep, holding himself there as he comes.
Slowly, he lowers me back to the mattress and pulls out, laying down next to me. We’re both panting and little beads of sweat gather around Ethan’s forehead.
“You can never go to prison for real,” I say, voice all breathy as I reach for him. “I’d miss that too much.”
“I would too,” he pants. “Though I hear conjugal visits are an actual thing.”
“I think you have to earn them with good behavior.”
“I’m a fucking saint.”
I laugh. “As long as you don’t get a prison boyfriend you end up leaving me for.”
“Way to ruin the moment, Anora.” He rolls over and kisses me, hand going to my side. “I fucking love you, you know.”
“I do, but I really like hearing you say it.” I put my hand on his, feeling completely at peace. My eyes start to shut and I know I need to get up and do the quick closed-legged run to the bathroom to pee and clean up. Telling myself it’s like ripping the Band-Aid off, I force myself up and scurry to the toilet and hurry back, getting into bed and under the covers.
“I have the rest of the day off,” Ethan says, running his fingers up and down my back. “What do you want to do?”
“I need to feed the horses and clean out the chicken area,” I say, tracing one of his tattoos with my finger. “The feed is still in the truck, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he says and my eyes flutter shut, being lulled to sleep from him gently scratching my back. “This afternoon seems like a long time ago.”
“It really does.” I get a flash of the pretty pregnant lady and the blue-eyed guy she was eating lunch with at the restaurant. She was so familiar and I don’t know why. I can’t remember if I saw her at the coven or not, but I’m sure that’s where I’ve seen her before. I’ll keep my eyes open the next time I go. “I want a nice quiet evening.”
“That sounds nice. I’ll make dinner.”
“And I’ll open a bottle of wine and get started on that as I watch you cook.”
Ethan chuckles. “We’ve had a lot of nights like this lately. I like it.”
“Ethan Joseph!” I sit up just so I can glare at him. “Don’t you jinx us.”
He gives me a look. “I don’t believe in jinxes, and we already had one shit show happen today.”
“That’s still ongoing,” I mumble and lay back down next to him. As much as I want to say it’s over and done with and just be happy the charges were dropped and Ethan is home with me, this is far from over.
“We can’t do anything about it at the moment,” Ethan says, being the voice of reason. “So, let’s drink and eat and fuck again later.”
The corners of my lips pull up into a smile. “I can get behind that plan.”
We stay in bed together a bit longer and then I force myself up, getting dressed in sweatpants and an old Minnie Mouse sweatshirt that I’ve had for way longer than I’m willing to admit. Nik and Hunter are in the living room watching TV, and Hunter comes with me out to the barn, acting like a working German Shepherd and rounding up my little herd.
I get everyone fed and brushed, take care of my chickens, and then go back into the house. Nik and Ethan are in the kitchen, and I stop when I get through the back door, smiling as I watch them both. Nik is sitting at the counter with a bowl full of ice cream in front of him. The sugar bowl is at his side, and my teeth hurt just thinking about the spoonfuls of sugar he no doubt dumped on top of the ice cream.
My phone rings as I walk to the pantry. I quickly grab a bottle of red wine and dash back into the kitchen to answer it. It’s Keith, and I think for a second if we had plans I forgot about or not. He always texts me instead of calling.
“Hello?” I say.
“Oh, thank god,” he huffs into the phone. “Are you home?”