Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“There you go again,” Ethan said, “with your big hero complex.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Come on. You can’t pretend like you didn’t make that big deal about me to her for nothing. I know what you were doing. We may have only been boyfriends for a month and a half, but I know you well enough to know that much.”
“I wanted her to know how much you mean to me. Yeah, maybe I was hamming it up a bit, but I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. I wouldn’t stroke your ego that much.”
He glared at me.
“Okay, well, I only stroke your ego when I know it’ll get you to stroke something for me.”
He chuckled and shook his head, but I could tell by the way he relaxed his hand and smile that I’d broken through his uneasiness.
He took my hand. “Well, don’t get me wrong. I appreciate it, but I can fight my own battles, Ninja. And in this case, I would prefer to because she’s my problem, not yours.”
“You have a boyfriend now. If she’s a problem for you, then she’s a problem for me.”
I could tell by the way Ethan’s brow rose and he tilted his head that he didn’t like that response.
“I meant that in a sweet, boyfriend way. Not in a let’s-have-our-first-big-boyfriend-fight way. I care about you, that’s the only reason I did anything. And just saying, when she was looking at us through the window, she didn’t look like a woman who held resentment toward you after all these years. She looked guilty. Like maybe she realized she should’ve done you better. I totally understand why you feel the way you do toward her, but if she was totally heartless, she wouldn’t have even bothered coming over, right?”
“Do you mind if we talk about something else?” Ethan asked, cutting the conversation short. The way he gripped my hand, like he needed me to hear him in that moment, I didn’t push.
Now wasn’t the time for that, but what I could do was be there for him. It was clear he still carried a lot of bitterness and anger toward his grandmother, which made sense because she certainly didn’t sound like she had a compassionate heart when he was hurting, but based on our brief interaction, I suspected there was more to the story—something maybe Ethan couldn’t have seen as a kid.
Awful of a guardian as she may have been, I didn’t imagine it was any coincidence Martha was eating at a restaurant she knew Ethan frequented.
“Okay, Straighty, Ninja is going to put up his nunchucks for the night.”
“Nah. Don’t put those away. They could be fun for later.”
The expression he made had transformed from discomfort to desire—his hunger for me.
We didn’t waste much more time on lunch, and we barely made it to the car, before he hooked an arm around me and pulled me to him, pressing his body up against me. His lips overtook mine, his tongue slipping effortlessly between them.
He moved forward, urging me back against my car.
My dick grew painfully hard. And as his lips moved away from me, I said, “Mr. Harris, I think I just want to slip in the back and rub one out real quick.”
He shook his head. “No. That’s not happening.”
My mouth dropped open.
Had he been so rattled by his grandmother that he couldn’t even have sex? That wasn’t the Ethan Harris I was used to—the guy who would jump my bones as quickly as I offered sex up to him.
As my own expression transformed to one of disappointment, a sly smirk slipped across his face. “I need more from you than that these days. I don’t want some rushed fuck just to get it out in a few seconds. We’ve had enough of those. I want so much more from you, Sean.”
He put his hand to my face, rubbed his thumb along my jaw before tracing it beneath my bottom lip. The way his eyes fixated on my lips reminded me of that first time we kissed.
“I want to take my time with that pretty mouth of yours.” His words came out deep, resonating. I could feel his desire for sex.
He really was good at the whole boyfriend thing. Behind the arrogant façade he showed to the world, there was a sweet, compassionate man…one I was glad he was letting me see.
“Well then, we better get home really quick,” I teased, knowing neither of us could take the day off so easily.
He lowered his hand and stroked it across my crotch before shaking his head.
“No, Ninja. I want you needing it tonight. Needing me.”
“I already need that, so can we just say you won and fuck? Come on. A little victory ass.”
I turned to give him a view of my butt. He glanced down and a soft, almost inaudible growl slipped past his lips, which only made me even harder.