Ethans Fal (37 page)

“Need something, angel?” His deep voice hoarse with desire. “We can’t leave yet, it would be extremely bad manners.” He applies a little more pressure at the top of my thigh and I can feel the rumble of a deep groan in his chest when I spread my legs as wide as my dress will allow. I am so wet my boy shorts have a task keeping the seat dry. I shift a little toward his fingers but he pulls back. “I wouldn’t want you to be one of
those
girls who forgets her manners.” He taunts my earlier reservations I’d raised at his home but this is different, Bethany may be his ‘sister’ but Daniel isn’t his father and I am off the charts horny.

“This is different…tonight, I am
definitely
one of those girls.” I put my hand right on his straining erection and wrap as much of my hand as I can along his length. My finger nail scoring a line from his balls to the confined tip. He abruptly slides out of the booth and drags me–startled at the speed–from sitting to standing in a split second.

“Ada needs a cigarette. We’ll be as quick as we can.” He tips my mouth shut with his finger and drags me through to the rear staircase.

“I don’t smoke, Ethan.” I trot to keep up with his determined strides.

“Oh, sorry, would you like me to go back and clarify. ‘Ada needs to be fucked…we’ll be as quick as we can.’” His tone is heavy with lust and the fire in his eyes stops any smart remark I was about to make. He raises a brow waiting for me to comment, I bite my lip with a suppressed smile. Fuck, he looks hot…he looks feral with lust. He slams the toilet door wide and bows to gracefully allow me to enter. Individual toilets and no one around…yet. I hurry inside, my heart desperate to escape, it’s beating so hard my chest feels bruised. He locks the door, captures me with barely contained urgency, his lips devour mine, his hands thread around my waist up my spine and into my hair. I moan and his tongue dives into my mouth, hot sweet swirls, tasting, taking, dancing with mine. I meet his desire touch for touch, taste for taste. My hands are at his belt, unclipping buckles tugging at zips. He steps us around so he has his back to the toilet. His trousers drop to his knees and he sits. Running his hands up my thighs, he pulls the long length of material and bunches it at my waist.

I push my shorts down and kick them free as he holds the dress up and he tugs me forward. I straddle him and hover just above his iron hard, thick velvet tip. His eyes narrow at my footwear and I snicker. “Sexy hmm…are they a mood killer?” I sink a little and he throws his head back at the sweet contact. Scorching hot and almost perfect.

“Fuck, Ada, you could be wearing a used bin liner and it wouldn’t kill my mood…You would still be the sexiest woman in the world.” His erotic endearment feels so good, a strange combination of unbridled desire and security. Like a blanket of cashmere wrapped around my naked body; sexy, warm, and comforting, and just what I need to hear. I wiggle still balanced on the edge of bliss but savouring the anticipation.

“Fuck, Ada, you are killing me here.” The deep timbre to his voice and twitching jaw highlighting his tentative hold on his tempered need. “Down…Now!” He growls, losing that hold and pinching my hips insuring my cooperation.

“Oh, God!” My core starts to spasm the second I begin to sink onto him; two hours of foreplay will do that. His hands grip to stop me from rolling my hips holding me still and holding himself very deep. Our breaths are matched, racing and desperate but he draws in a steady inhale, which I match trying to slow the frenzy we both feel. His thighs contract and I feel his cock twitch deep inside. “Fuck!” I tense and cry out.

“Shh, angel…relax and just feel me…Can you feel that?” He repeats and I bite my lips in and nod. Not relaxing at all because that feels fucking amazing. Like a deep pressure and point of pleasure all focused on that one place his cock is nudging, pushing me closer to the edge. “Look at me.” His demand I obey…I would obey anything at this moment…tell him all my secrets, but I have decided to do that anyway. If I told him now he might stop and God. I.Do. Not.Want.Him.To.Stop.

I could lose myself in his eyes, the raw desire and purity of everything he feels is just there and it is why I feel safe with him. I couldn’t ever hold Cal’s gaze like this, it felt like too much, too intimate. I look at Ethan now and it couldn’t be more intimate, it couldn’t be more raw. This is how it should be no fear, no barriers, no secrets; just us. This is perfect. He rolls his hips and grips my shoulders giving me no reprieve from the full length of his gentle thrust. With my look of pure love reflected in his dark eyes I fall, hands gripped with white knuckle fury on his shirt. My hips buck and my back arches but he pulls me back or follows my every move, we are perfectly aligned. He follows my release with his own silent tremble of satisfaction.

“OH, FUCK, ANGEL!
” I can’t help the strength of my grip even if I know my fingertips will probably bruise. I have to hold her this tight, I can’t get close enough. I want her plastered all over my body every second I am breathing. Fucking her, making love to her had been the best feeling ever until now–now I can’t believe I thought it was good before. This is pure fucking Heaven, she loves me and that makes this
everything
. Her heart beat is thrumming like a humming bird and her tiny rapid breaths heat my neck where she collapsed in ecstasy, which is mutual. I don’t want to move but I don’t really want to spend any more time in here than was needed. She flops her head and has a lazy satisfied smile with full swollen lips. She is stunning, perfect and the red patches on her shoulder are my fingerprints marking her as mine.

She is still giggling when she opens the door but she stops so unexpectedly that I crash into her sending her flying forward. She is caught before she falls, caught, and held. The man in question is tall with dark slicked-back hair, slightly too long at the back. A deep natural tan, possibly Mediterranean, and he has dark eyes that are fixed on Ada with such familiarity, my back instantly straightens with tension.

“You know, Arti, I was about to leave. I thought it was you but then you disappear into the toilets and I doubted myself. That isn’t exactly something my Arti would do.” His lips curl in a malevolent smile. “Had I known what a little slut… Urh!” I pull Ada effortlessly out of harm’s way and have this fucking arsehole pinned against the wall by the throat.

“Cal?” Ada looks with horror and the name rings like a toll. So. this is the douche who left her when she got pregnant. I push a little harder just to hear him choke. His eyes widen but he has a smug, knowing look smearing his lips into an ugly smile.

“Apologise…Now.” The menace in my tone is clear but his lips form a tight thin line. He struggles to swallow when I press a little harder on his neck. “I won’t ask again.”

He spits out a barely audible apology. “Artemis, I apologise, can you ever forgive me?” He slumps and rubs his neck when I relinquish my hold. Turning to Artemis…Ada…angel, she is like a ghost in colour and presence, her eyes are glazed with water. The look of desolation brought on by a nightmare memory made a hideous reality by this man. “Angel, are you okay?” I hold her cheeks and try to engage her gaze, but she is transfixed by the man behind me.

“I’ll never forgive you.” The purest hatred is heard in the venom of those words. She steps around me and walks up to him. “How could you, Cal…How could you?” Her voice catches and she reaches behind her for my hand. I give her more than that token, I stand flush against her back, my arms cradling her trembling body.

“I did what I had to do, Arti; she’s better off.” He stretches out his neck with casual disregard to the clear devastation of the woman in my arms. Someone he claimed to once love.

“Why you fucking piece of shit!” I lunge for his throat again this time with both hands around his neck.

“Ethan, no!” Ada is hanging off my arms pulling at me to release this lowlife.
Really, I think I would be doing the world a favour.

“She miscarries and you think that’s being better off…for scum like you maybe, who walks out–”

“–Ethan, stop, please.” Her voice is suddenly filled with panic but her cries are drowned by Cal’s cold demonic laugh.

“Oh, doesn’t that just paint you as the perfect victim princess? I guess whatever lets you sleep at night, eh?” He brushes the wrinkles from his sharp hand tailored suit, now that I have released my hold again. I am staring at Ada with utter confusion. Before I get to ask what the fuck…she looks from me to Cal, her tears flowing from broken eyes.

“I don’t sleep, Cal…I don’t ever sleep without nightmares. I only hope I suffer a fraction of what
you
will in Hell, because there is a special place reserved for you there.” Her voice breaks with the pitch of her cry.

“What is he talking about, Ada?” She looks at me with such desolation I can’t bring myself to demand the answers I need. I take her hand and pull her away. “We’re leaving.” I add but she doesn’t resist. It’s like I am pulling a shell of the woman, who only moments ago I held with such passion in her veins she burned under my fingertips.

“When you are finished with her, my boss seemed to take an interest, although now it is so much better. Now, I can tell him what a little whore you've turned into. What would Daddy say?” His tone is cruel and mocking, laden with implicit threat. I turn so quick to beat the shit out of him and finish the job, but Ada crumples to the floor and my only choice is to protect her. But the rage inside me is too fucking much, I scoop her into my arms and place her on an elaborate velvet love seat at the end of the three way corridor. Her hair is limp and stuck in clumps of sweat on her forehead, beads of perspiration dot her brow but she’s shivering.
Fuck, I’m going to kill him.
She sits huddled but unmoving. I stand and bolt full strength at Cal, who braces himself one hand tucked just inside his jacket.

Out of nowhere I am struck in my side and thrust against the wall. Daniel has his hand gripped around the top of my arms and is blocking my path with his body.

“Ethan, we’re leaving.” His quiet serious tone breaks my focus, but it’s not enough to stop my rage to finish this. I shuck out of his hold but he doesn’t move back. Daniel drops his voice, “See that hand in his jacket pocket…he is not reaching for his wallet, Ethan. Bethany is already in the car and we need to leave…now.” I can see Cal spread his jacket a little wider, enough so I can see the shoulder strap of a handgun. If he is brazen enough to carry an illegal fire arm, I am guessing he has no qualms using it and Ada is just opposite, like a little lost sitting duck.

“You can run, Arti, but you can’t hide and don’t think for a moment I’m finished with
you
.” Cal sneers, pointing at me but looking directly at Ada. I tense and prepare to end this but stop when a loud voice booms down the corridor, thick with an East European accent.

“Enough!” Such a short angry man with a deceptively intimidating voice appears behind Daniel. He is flanked by two much larger men. All of them are dressed in black suits and shirts, and have slicked black hair, slightly too long for that look to work. The two larger men are almost as wide as they are tall. The short man fires his lethal stare at Cal. The effect is impressive, Cal’s colour drains, his jaw locks tight and he loses about three inches in bravado. “Michal, don’t you dare embarrass me any more than you have.” His lifeless eyes level a stare so cold that Cal steps back and his shoulders twitch with the chill. “Put you fucking hands where I can see them. This is not how we conduct business. I thought you were learning, but every day more disappointment.” He snaps Cal’s hands away from his jacket.