Page 82 of Anchored to the Storm

Ethan stepped forward. “In love with someone else.”

I rubbed my wet finger over my lips. “Gage isn’t.”

Nostrils flared. “Lie down.”

Almost melting that my ache was finally going to be met, I sprawled on the bed. “Hurry.”

“Take off your PJ shorts.”

Yes, get straight to it. I removed them and tossed them. Losing my breath, I panted, “Please. Now.”

“Please don’t hate me in the morning for this.” He grabbed behind my knees and slid my butt to the edge of the bed.

My eyes slid shut. I was that desperate for a release. “I won’t. I swear. Just help me. I’m on fire for you.”

I was expecting to feel penetration. I was dying to feel it. Although when a warm mouth touched my core, a sense of relief hit me. Even though I was begging, wanton-like, my true self wanted to be fully present the first time Ethan and I had sex.

His knowing me so well made this oral sex one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Trust from me flowed to him, and we both relaxed to enjoy this connection.

I reached down and touched his face, falling so madly in love with this young man.

Mouth deliciously on me, his eyes were locked on mine, reading me, then softened as he realized it was me he was giving such pleasure.

Caleb was a gentle lover, to which I had become so accustomed. I knew his moves. His likes.

Being so intimate with Ethan, I instantly understood more of what Finn had claimed. Caleb was a beautiful soul I was willing to do anything for.

Ethan was a primal desire of mine. A wicked need. And him sucking on me, licking me, and penetrating me with his tongue was a weakness I hoped to never cure. My body shuddered like it had never done before. I arched off the mattress, praying he would never stop making me feel so sensational.

With no restraint, I rested my legs over his shoulders and pulled, begging for more.

Ethan delivered.

Savagely, he ate me alive, ringing so many noises from me I had to put a pillow over my head due to the damn vents where voices traveled.

Then a finger entered me, and I was positive I was going to wake up the whole house. Another finger joined the first. I groaned with pleasure, then spasmed when they both curled up, rubbing parts of me I didn’t even know existed. But my body did, hence the ultimate fireworks show behind my eyelids.

All too soon, that brilliant mouth left me dripping and spent. Then I heard a breathless, “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” I heard a bump as if he fell into my dresser. “I have to go take a shower.”

Right before my bedroom door shut, I giggled, “You better be thinking of me in there.”

“Probably for the rest of my life.”

I gasped and lifted my head, but he was gone.

In the dark, I lay back down, never having been so satisfied, ever. “I feel the same.”

Half expecting him to return after the shower, I was surprised when I suddenly woke, alone, hearing an alarmed voice through the vent. I leaped from bed and put my naked ass in the air and ear to the floor. Harmony was saying, “What do you mean they’re gone?”

Who?

“Went for the pastor. I gotta go get them.”

Those fucking traitorous choir boy wannabes! I jumped to my feet and ran to the closet. Slipping on jeans, a sweater, and sneakers, not bothering with socks. And you, Ethan? “You think you can give me the best oral sex I’ve ever had, then dump my ass for the fucking pastor?”

I rushed out of my room, down the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen, and into the garage. I opened a van passenger door, closed it quietly, crawled over the rows of seats, and hid in the back.

I’m coming for you fuckers!