Page 70 of Dopplebanger

When his hardness met my center, I shuddered, deciding I was all for this position. The intoxicating friction sent my pulse racing and desire turned to overwhelming need. “Ethan.”

“I know, baby,” he said, giving me a rough kiss as he removed my bra. I continued rolling my hips, all of the days and days and then weeks of buildup leaving me impatient. My lower back came off the bed as he sucked one nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. He glided his hand lower and lower, slipping it into the waistband of my panties.

I gasped when his fingertips hit my clit, and he released a harsh swear.

“You’re so wet.”

“In my defense,” I said on a ragged breath. “Our foreplay lasted days, and I might’ve had a few dirty dreams about you over the past couple of weeks that left me even more frustrated.”

“One, you never have to apologize for being wet for me, and two, I promise I won’t leave you frustrated.” He stroked me, spreading my slickness, and when he withdrew his fingers, I couldn’t help noisily protesting. “Just getting this last scrap offabric out of the way so I can see every inch of you when I make you come.”

“Okay, but hurry up about it.”

The cocky grin he gave me caused equal parts affection and impatience. “Just for that, I think I’m going to draw this out…” His fingers slowed to a painful crawl and I arched my hips, chasing his touch.

When that didn’t make him go any faster, I shoved my fingers into his hair and jerked his face to mine. Our mouths fused together in a frenzied, open mouth kiss, and then Ethan pressed harder and stroked faster, keeping time with our tongues. Frissons of electricity streaked through me, growing stronger and stronger until—I shattered apart, his name on my lips while I held tight to him, my anchor in the sea of bliss.

Ethan slowed the tempo of his fingers and his kiss, peering into my eyes as he brought me back down. He shifted to the side and grabbed a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. “You have no idea how scared I was that I’d never get to use this.” He smoothed my hair off my face and cupped my cheek. “I promise I’ll never screw up like that again. Or anything else that’d risk me losing you. I’ll even do it courtroom style, hand on the Bible.”

“Ethan, I love you, but I swear if you don’t domeright now, I’m going to… I don’t even know, because my brain is far too mushy to come up with a proper punishment, but it’s going to be bad.”

“While I’d kind of like to see what creative punishments you come up with, I don’t think I can wait another second.” He rolled on the condom, positioned himself between my thighs, and pushed inside of me. Relief and pleasure seared through me, along with the happiness that we’d finally made it to this amazing place together. And more, that this was only the beginning.

“I knew it’d be good, butholy shit,” he said, pumping his hips and circling us higher and higher. He repositioned me in a way that hit a place deep inside, and sparks danced across my vision. I loved the way he moved over me, how he could tell from the sounds I made how much I liked something. How free I was with him, in ways I’d never been before.

Sweat slickened our bodies, and another orgasm built deep inside of me. I lost the ability to breathe or to think or do anything but focus on the euphoric shockwaves coursing through my body.

“Let go, baby,” Ethan said, lacing his fingers with mine. “I’ll fall with you.” Maintaining the tempo of his thrusts, he dipped his head to my neck and sucked on the skin here, and that pushed me right over the edge.

“Ethan,” I cried, and he said my name in an awed yet gruff way that amplified the pleasure still having its way with my body. His eyes met mine and I watched as he let the last thread on his self-control snap.

There was something beautiful about it, that primal moment he gave himself over to his baser instincts. And just like he promised, we fell together, to the bed, deeper into love, and right into the next phase of our lives.

The one where we’d take on the world together.

EPILOGUE

Attuned in every way to the sexy redhead sitting in the passenger seat, I noticed every shift, the way she picked at her nails, and how she wouldn’t stop worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Baby, it’s going to be fine.”

She turned her big hazel eyes on me. Every day I considered myself one lucky bastard that she’d forgiven me and taken me back, and every day I fought to make sure she knew how much I loved her for who she was so I never had to experience the darkness of what it was like to be without her ever again. “It’s going to be awkward.”

“Maybe,” I said, and when she frowned at me, I shrugged. “Hey, I swore I’d never lie to you again.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t soften it.”

“That was what the ‘maybe’ was for.”

“Gee, thanks for that, counselor.”

“Jokes on you, it turns me on when you call me counselor.”

Gwen leaned across the console, her lips so close to my ear that they brushed it when she spoke. “Spoiler alert, I like that it turns you on. How about we go back to my place and do something about that growing issue in your pants?”

I shifted, well accustomed to getting hard-ons and having to constantly readjust when she was in the car with me. “We can get to that after we make it through the party.”

Gwen flopped back in her seat, a pout on her pretty lips.

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