Page 37 of Towles

I called Beast and told him what happened. I told him I had no choice; he knew I was telling the truth. He assured me the information would stay between us, and there was no need for the club to know…yet.

I ended the call and grabbed two beers from the fridge. I sat on the couch and waited for April to finish showering. We both knew what was next. For the first time in a long time, I was giddy about getting laid. Fuck, life had a way of working things out.

The shower turned off, and moments later, a naked April left the bathroom. My dick grew hard, and I handed her a beer to work on while I showered. Next time, we’d shower together. Next time, we’d probably not make it to the shower.

13

April

Isat on the couch, finishing a second beer while Ethan showered. I felt as cold as ice for not caring about Paul. People could numb you to the point of not giving a shit, whether they were dead or alive. Ten years of marriage, and I felt nothing but freedom.

If caught, we’d both go to jail. Although Ethan left the P drawn on the desk, I didn’t think Manning would believe the Punishers bit Paul’s dick off. That could be blamed on a hooker since he loved them so much.

There was a ten-year difference between Ethan and me, and I was still trying to adjust to that number. If he really did love me and really did want to hook up, what about kids? Would he want one, two, or three? That would have to happen pretty soon. I tucked my feet beneath my ass and smiled. I was putting the cart before the horse. A girl could dream.

I stared at the TV in front of me. A PS5 sat on the shelf below the TV. Several video games sat in a stack next to the PS5. Video games were a good indication of maturity. I didn’t want a man ignoring me over a video game any more than I wanted a man ignoring me over the stock ticker at the bottom of his computer screen. Sitting there, I decided to go all in on Ethan. To trust the things he said.

“Somebody’s deep in thought,” Ethan said. I turned, and he was standing naked in the bedroom doorway, drying his hair. Fuck, he looked young, too young. Get over it, April, I told myself. “You okay?”

“Yeah, psych school doesn’t teach you how to deal with your own shit. I’m kind of numb right now to everything and hoping I don’t lose it later.” I stood and removed the towel around me. I tossed it and the towel around my hair to the side. There, we were both naked.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Ethan said. He came toward me and scooped me into his arms. I could practically feel the blood coursing through his veins. I put a hand against his rock-hard chest. Damn, I wanted him to fuck me silly. Fuck all my problems away and leave me spent.

“Are you sure, Ethan?” I asked, promising myself not to ask again.

In the bedroom, Ethan laid me on the bed. “Can you handle a younger man?”

I shrugged. It was a good question. Fucking Paul wasn’t much of a fuck. “I’ll answer that in the morning.”

Ethan lay beside me, and I turned to face him. I stayed in his arms for several minutes, our lips rarely parting. His dick grew against my stomach, and every bit of me melted. My heart thumped against his bare chest, and any trepidation I had about him and all the things Ethan Towles vanished.

I started kissing down Ethan’s chest, and he stopped me. What the ever living hell? He saw the terror in my eyes and smiled. He started down my body, and I relaxed. When he moved over me, it blocked out the entire world. I put my hands on his chest and looked down as he kissed my breasts, lingering at my nipples, sucking and nibbling. His large muscular hands covered my tits.

As he continued down my stomach, he squeezed my nipples, a pain I always wanted that no other man could accommodate. He kissed around my navel and then continued down between my legs, licking the smooth blond landing strip right above my clit. Hearing him moan sent a flood of wetness between my legs. He licked the wetness with skill, caring, and a determination to please me. Please me first. That was a thing?

He licked between my pussy lips, the tip of his long tongue sinking into me. Smooth—his tongue along my walls. His hands slipped from my breasts, moving down my sides, thumbs gentle against my skin.

His hands went under my legs, and he held me in place, the assault with his tongue unbearably delightful. A thick finger entered, and I came seconds later. I actually came. I couldn’t remember the last time that happened at a man's hands.

I thought Ethan was done until his tongue dropped lower, licking my ass. He pushed my legs toward my tits and drove his tongue into my ass.

“My gawd,” I said, whimpering like a helpless damsel in distress. I wasn’t sure what he would do next, but I wanted more than anything for him to take me in the ass, that one thing I’d never done before.

His mouth went at me again and again, a wide finger penetrating my ass. I came again, and when I did, he held his mouth against my clit, his moans vibrating up my helpless body.

Twice?

I closed my legs around his head, gently squeezing.

Ethan’s hands came back up my body, stroking my tits, inflicting just the right amount of pain and pleasure. I watched his arms flex; everything about the man gave me butterflies.

When I relaxed, he crawled forward and pressed his lips against mine, mouths opening, tongues touching. Ethan made sensual love to my mouth with his. I reached between us and tried to move his cock to my pussy lips. He pulled away and sat back on his knees, his dick pointing straight ahead.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I said.

“We aren’t finished.”

“Hope we never are, baby.”

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