Chapter 43:

ELLIE

Still with his back to me, I saw his body freeze. Then he turned around.

“It’s not a good idea. Unless you don’t mind everyone finding out.”

“You can sneak downstairs before they wake up.”

He seemed to consider the idea before walking closer.

“You know we won’t sleep if I stay, right?” he teased, making me smile.

Even though I was tired, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought.

“And now you don’t seem to care if I’m drunk or not,” I teased playfully.

“Oh, trust me, I’m worried you’ll wake up in the middle of the night wanting to kick me out.”

“I’m exhausted. If you decide to stay, you’ll have to let me sleep. Well, at least for a few hours.” I bit my lip, smiling.

Sleeping next to him would be a real challenge.


*


I woke up with an arm wrapped around my waist and a warm body pressed against my back. It wasn’t just another dream—he was really in my bed. I shifted a little, and he moved, making me feel something hot and hard against my ass.

That was enough to ignite the desire between my legs. God! What were we doing? What was I doing? Panic set in for a few seconds.

Breathe, Ellie. It’s okay. You can handle this without freaking out. Or maybe not, considering I couldn’t resist him on the very first day of the trip. But how could I? The man next to me was temptation incarnate.

Okay, first things first, I needed to get up without waking him. I couldn’t think straight with his massive cock pressing against my ass. Slowly, I lifted his arm from around my waist and slid out of bed. He shifted a little, turning onto his back.

I tiptoed across the wooden floor, trying to make as little noise as possible, and went into the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror. Oh, God! My hair was a mess.

It was probably the result of how Ethan had tangled his fingers in it earlier while he moved inside me. Oh, yes, I could feel my muscles aching between my legs. He’d only let me sleep after we both came one more time.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, grinning like an idiot. Damn! There was a purple mark on my shoulder, exactly where he’d bitten me earlier. Why did he think he could do that? Marks were completely inconvenient for this trip, no one could see.

Our friends couldn’t know about us. They’d already interfered enough, and I didn’t need anyone worrying about me, or Zoe trying to "help," acting like we were her puppets.

Well, I guess a little makeup could fix that. I just needed to tell Ethan not to leave marks in visible places.

Crap! I was already thinking as if we were going to keep doing this. Damn it, Ellie! What are you going to do? Pretending this didn’t happen wasn’t going to work, I already knew that.

Maybe we could just enjoy this trip.

A week ago, he’d said he wanted to make the most of what we had. A vacation fling seemed easier to handle and forget. I could enjoy this for a week and then forget him, like a stranger I met during the trip. I wouldn’t feel used, and I wouldn’t have to worry about what came next.

Maybe this could work. But there was a catch. In six days, Mr. Morgan would return to Manhattan, just like me. That sounded risky. But what options did I have? I’d already thrown everything to the wind earlier. This would have to work.

And the idea of spending a week having sex with him didn’t sound bad at all. In fact, this trip might turn out to be one of the most exciting experiences of my life.

Thinking about it made me feel a surge of enthusiasm. Maybe this was exactly what I needed—to relax for a week, drinking the finest wines, enjoying the company of my friends, and having the best sex of my life. Oh, yes. That sounded amazing.

After taming my wild hair, I walked back into the bedroom with a new wave of determination. Ethan was still sleeping in the same position I’d left him in.

I gazed at his body, the sheet covering him up to his waist. He was absurdly gorgeous, so hot it felt like he’d been conjured from my imagination.

Could I really pull this off? I knew it would be disastrous if everything went wrong. A slight pang hit my chest. Just don’t fall for him, Ellie.

I climbed back into bed and lay beside him, pulling the sheet up to cover my body. I stared at his chiseled jaw, his perfect nose, and those beautifully sculpted lips. I ran my fingers along his jawline, unable to resist the urge to feel the scruff of his growing beard.

He was just as handsome as his brother. But while Bennett had dark hair like their father, Henry, Ethan had blonde hair like their mother, Mary, though his was a bit darker. Still, both had inherited their parents’ striking looks.

I averted my gaze from his face, starting to feel more insecure than usual. Although I was usually happy and confident with my appearance, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was attracted to me. He could have any woman he wanted.

That thought made me feel an irrational surge of jealousy. I blinked, trying to shake off the feeling. Oh, God… staring at his toned abs wasn’t doing anything to help my self-esteem. No one needed that many muscles. I smiled, feeling a little crazy.

It was too tempting not to touch. I slid my hand down, feeling the ridges of his abs under my fingers—they were so firm. I couldn’t resist following the inviting lines lower.

I traced the path with my fingers, gliding along one of the sides of his V and slipping under the sheet. I stifled a gasp when I felt him in my hand. He was hard, huge, and hot. I slid my palm along his length, feeling every ridge and vein, from the base to the tip.

He moved suddenly, his hand covering mine over his cock. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were already open, and his gaze was locked on me.

“Keep going,” he commanded in a deep, raspy voice, removing his hand from mine.

I obeyed, continuing to stroke him slowly. I watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his breathing grew uneven.

I alternated my strokes, increasing the pace without taking my eyes off his face. Sometimes his teeth clenched, other times his lips parted with soft gasps.

Watching him fall apart from just my hand was turning me on more and more. I could feel how wet I was. How did he manage to do this to me without even touching me? I sped up my strokes, loving how he was coming undone.

Noticing my satisfaction, he suddenly shifted, flipping us over so he was on top. But I had other plans. I pushed him back, taking control and straddling him. I placed one hand on his chest while my other hand gripped him tightly, stroking him up and down.

“Fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth.

“This is better than being kicked out, don’t you think?” I whispered teasingly.

“Much better.”

His hands slid up my thighs, past my ass. One hand stopped at my waist, while the other continued upward, grazing my stomach and ribs before squeezing my breast, making me shiver.

I knew I had to be careful riding him, he was huge, and this position could be painful. Raising my hips, I guided his thick tip to my entrance.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling how wet I was.

I slid down just a little, then paused, closing my eyes as I felt him enter me. The sensation was always like heaven and hell at the same time.

“Don’t torture me,” he said with a pained expression.

Placing both hands on his chest, I slowly lowered myself as far as I could take him. Then I started moving, very slowly. The pleasure of feeling him filling me spread across my skin, making me lose my mind bit by bit. Shivers ran down my spine as I picked up the pace.

I leaned back, bracing my hands on the bed, and moved my hips faster.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groaned through his teeth, making me lose control even more.

Each time he buried himself inside me, I felt my mind unravel.

I changed the motion, rocking my hips back and forth, and the first time my clit rubbed against him, I nearly lost it. The feeling of his cock inside me was already too much to handle.

I was sweaty and panting. I lost track of time as I kept moving, growing more desperate with every thrust.

Exhausted, I could barely control how much of him was sliding in. The pleasure mixed with the pain made me stop moving. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Raising his torso, he wrapped an arm around my waist and started thrusting from underneath me, going deeper than I could handle.

“No. No. No,” I begged, losing control of my body from the overwhelming sensation.

I tried to stop him, but it was useless.

“Shhh. Yes,” he whispered before capturing my lips in a kiss, thrusting violently.

I thought he would break me in half, and when his fingers pressed against my clit, my orgasm hit me hard, making me arch my back and dig my nails into his skin.

I felt him release inside me before my eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on his chest.

I watched as his fingers traced lazy patterns on the side of my hip, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open for long.



***




ETHAN

I closed the door behind me. Miss Brown was still asleep, and I had to make an extra effort to stop myself from watching her before getting out of bed. I was tempted to wake her for another round, but I had to head down to the damn couch because, for some reason, she cared about our friends finding out about us.

Not that I didn’t understand. We didn’t need Zoe meddling, and I certainly didn’t need Will wanting to kick my ass.

My body froze when I turned toward the hallway. My brother was standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, wearing his usual look of disapproval.