Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
She wants me to touch her, and yet I have my hands at my sides, allowing Mia to do what she wants to me.
If only she knew how much she’s doing.
With Will out of the picture, what could it hurt?
What’s one dance?
I lean forward to whisper in her ear, and she stills from my breath on her skin. “Keep doing that, little lamb, and I’m going to bend you over and fuck you right here on this dance floor.”
Mia stops shaking her ass and tilts her head back so that our eyes meet. Sweat dots on her forehead and brows, her glassy blue eyes burning a hole right through me. “I’d like to see you try, E.”
Moving my hands to her hips, I pull her against my chest. “Is that a dare?”
She smiles in response.
What am I doing? Grinding on Ethan like some horny college girl at a bar is not my style. Not even close. So, why can’t I stop myself from rubbing my ass on his cock? I love the fact Ethan’s hard for me, of all people. For the girl who has been in love with him since we were kids. For his best friend’s little sister.
I glance up at the balcony to check for Will. At least he hasn’t caught us. Yet. If we keep this shit up, it’s only a matter of time before Will figures out the old feelings Ethan and I have for each other are back and stronger than ever.
Swaying my hips to the music, I lean my head back and look up at Ethan. His thick muscles wrap around me, his hands slowly moving down my sides. He stares at me with his mouth open, his teeth gently grazing his bottom lip. I want to bite it, suck it.
The girls next to us are screaming at each other. One of them bumps into my arm. But neither of us can take our eyes off the other. Under the heat from the lights and the steady pace we’re maintaining, I’m gasping for air. Or maybe Ethan is the one doing this to me.
My skin burns from the fire Ethan leaves in his wake. He pushes his hands down my body, feeling every curve. And I let him. Even though we should stop. We both know this is wrong.
When the song changes to a more techno beat, I move faster. Ethan dips his head down to brush his lips along my neck to taste me. His tongue lightly grazes my skin, and as he does this, his manly scent fills my nostrils. I drink him in and allow myself to sense and feel everything about Ethan.
Reaching behind me, I drag my fingers down his chest until I find his hard cock. Ever since I saw him naked this morning, I’ve wanted him. As much as I try to deny it, I’m only lying to myself. He grows harder for me, filling my hand, and does something I least expect. Ethan bites my neck, tugging at my flesh with his teeth.
At first, it hurts, but then I realize I like the pain. I want more. And Ethan gives it to me. My nipples are like daggers poking through the thin fabric of my shirt, and when Ethan slides his hand up my stomach to feel the tiny buds, I moan so fucking loud I feel self-conscious until I realize no one can hear me. No one cares that we’re practically fucking on the dance floor. Oddly enough, no one has recognized Ethan.
Sweat drips into my eyes and down my face. With the makeup and lights blinding me, I can hardly see the faces in front of me. So, I close my eyes and rest my head on Ethan’s chest. He’s so much bigger than me that no one can even see me, not with Ethan’s muscular frame covering me. Not when his hands and tongue claim me.
Ethan has his back to the balcony, providing us with some form of privacy from my brother. By now, Will must be busy with his hookup of the hour. At least we have that going for us. I open my eyes to double-check, turning just enough to see past Ethan’s shoulder to search for Will. All good. For now.
After the song switches over to a faster, more upbeat tempo, the crowd changes with it. Everyone is moving so quickly their bodies and faces become one giant blur, a mess of hair and colors and swirled images. I’m not drunk, not even buzzed. Ethan has me high on him. One taste of what it would be like to be with Ethan is all it takes for me to get drunk on pleasure.
Ethan takes both of my arms and holds them behind my back, restraining me. I look up at him, lost in him and the moment and wishing it would never end.