Page 38 of Towles

“Remember what I said,” he said. He put his hands on my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. “I always keep my promises."

“Be gentle,” I said jokingly. I so much didn’t want him to be. I wanted to experience a fuck that left me spent and breathless. To give myself over to a man like Ethan, feeling his hands hard on my hips, his cock plowing into me. He didn’t disappoint me. “I’m kidding,” I added, and he smiled.

Ethan pulled my hips up and back; my 125 pounds were nothing to him. I spread my knees and looked back. He had fire in his eyes. His dick throbbed as it slid inside me. He didn’t ram forward. No, not at all. But he did move in all the way to the base of his cock, the filling emphatically satisfying.

Back and forth he went, faint grunts spilling from his mouth. A hand released my hips and then grabbed a handful of hair. I let out a whimper, and he pulled back, his other hand moving to my shoulder.

Then it started. The slamming of hips against my ass. The plowing forward of his cock. The spreading of my pussy.

The man was relentless. When I thought he had come and finished, he pressed my head to the bed and continued his assault. I came again as my mind wafted toward oblivion. Moments later, I felt Ethan’s explosion. He tensed, hands squeezing hips. There would be bruises, but there would also be ecstasy.

Ethan backed away and lay on his side. He pulled me back against him, his large arm coming over my side. Only a few days had passed since seeing him in that parking lot, and now I was in his arms. The universe had finally come to my side.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Ethan chuckled. “It was my pleasure. It won’t be the last one.” He brushed back the hair that had fallen over my face. “You’re an amazing woman, April.” He lay back, and I put my head on his chest. His dick grew again. “I’m pretty sure you saved my ass from going to jail.”

“There’s something I’ve been thinking about, Ethan. The man I shot. He died.”

Ethan nodded and shrugged—no big deal. “We have run-ins with the worst of the worst, April. Those men would have killed me and raped you. They would have taken turns until you collapsed and died. You stood up for me and, more importantly, for yourself. Don’t let people use you, April. And sure as fuck don’t let anyone push you around. Sharp was an asshole who was already in bad shape. A bullet in the shoulder didn’t kill the man. Something else did.”

“Paul deserved what he got, didn’t he?” I laid on top of Ethan and kissed his chin. “I kind of hate myself for not being sad about that. I feel like I should feel something. You know?”

“You’ve seen some pretty fucked up things this week, babe. I know you’re scared. I’ll help you through your shit just like you’ve helped me.” He reached down and shifted his dick. It stuck up between my legs, the head stretching above my ass cheeks. “Paul deserved what he got. He had you under his desk with a gun pointed at your head. Men like him are cowards. They go after people they perceive as weak or have issues with confidence. They take advantage of you and try to reshape you into the image they want. Fuck that. He got what he deserved.”

I slid down a bit, and the shaft of his cock pressed against pussy. “I’ve never had a man take up for me. It felt good. Thank you.” He reached behind me and buried the head of his cock between my cheeks.

“I won’t let a man treat you like shit, April. If he does, he’ll answer to me. And I sure as hell will never treat you like that.” He reached for the nightstand and opened the drawer. He stuck his hand in the drawer, and I smiled when I saw the tube of lube in his hand.

“I’ll do my best to stand up for myself,” I said. “It’s going to be something new to adjust to.”

Ethan squeezed a large glob of lube onto two fingers. He stuck his fingers between my ass cheeks. “Speaking of standing up for yourself. Be prepared to have a round or two with some women who go to the club. A lot are just bitches looking to make a name.” A large finger covered in lube slipped into my ass, and I moaned. Ethan kissed me and smiled. “Relax.”

“You mean I’ll have to fight for my man?” I giggled. “Like that country song.” I took a deep breath as his finger moved in and out, working my hole skillfully. I knew what he was doing, and I appreciated his tenderness.

“You might have to,” he said. “Always stand your ground. Never let another woman in the club make you look bad or think she has some kind of power over you. You’ll be tested when you least expect it.”

I moved my knees up along Ethan’s sides, my ass jutting back. His cock head pressed against my asshole. We locked eyes, and as I pushed back, lowering myself onto him, our mouths met. I moaned softly into Ethan’s mouth and grasped the bed on either side of his head. At first, it hurt, spreading me with his wide cock, but he went slow, letting me adjust to his size. Minutes later, my body accepted his size and movements. He relaxed and let me control my own body. I put my hands on his chest for leverage, impaling my ass on his cock. I wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen or how I was supposed to feel. All I knew was that this man, the man-child I’d fawned over a week ago, had treated me with such gentle kindness that I never wanted to be anywhere else but his arms.

Neither of us came the first time he took my ass. But as our relationship grew over time and he taught me things I didn’t know I didn’t know, both our love and sex life hit new levels. I’d fallen in love with a man ten years younger than me. Some thought it was stupid. Some told me I was wrong. Then I thought of Paul. A man ten years older than me. How did that work out? Not very well.

When we finished, Ethan eased from my ass, and we enjoyed each others’ warmth for the next hour. All was right with the world. So many things I’d thought true had been proved wrong since meeting Ethan. I also found things I didn’t think possible were possible with Ethan.

At two in the morning, Ethan rolled from bed and scooped me into his arms. The man took me to the shower and started a warm spray. I thought he meant to fuck me again, this time in the shower. He did not. Instead, Ethan, my god-like man, bathed me.

I enjoyed every minute of his touch. I loved the power of his presence; the way just being in a room with him made me feel safe. I finally knew what it was like to be with a real man.

After the shower, Ethan grabbed a towel and made sure I was dry. He tucked me into bed, and we fell asleep together, touching, my leg over his. When I woke that morning, he was gone.

14

Towles

Istood in the doorway and watched April sleep. I couldn’t help but think the right woman had walked into my life at the right time. As soon as things settled down, I’d have time to really appreciate all that I had.

I missed my parents. I needed to grieve, cry, and be angry about it. The anger part was gone, however—the need to make it right had come and replaced the anger.

When I got to the club, Trixie stood behind the bar, preparing for the day. I still didn’t trust her.

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