Page 63 of Falling for Them

How could I have forgotten all of… that?

It made me feel like a complete asshole and now Ethan’s previous animosity toward me made complete sense. The fact he hadn’t murdered me in my sleep after I slept with Libby the first time was a miracle.

“I’m sorry.” I ran a hand down my face and hoped like hell he couldn’t see below my waist through the water because his retelling of the Christmas party made me hard as a rock. “I’m a shit human.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. We were both drunk, so it was for the best. I just didn’t think you’d act like nothing happened. I didn’t know you had literally blacked out.”

“I was talking and walking, so how could you have known?” I had been incredibly lucky I’d been with Ethan and not somerandom man. “I have cut way down on my alcohol, but that day was a shit show, and I needed to escape.”

His head tilted. “Escape from what?”

“Family shit and my bad decisions. Which is funny considering getting drunk wasn’t a good decision either.” At some point, I was going to have to tell Libby and Ethan about the video that would hopefully never be released. I didn’t think either of them would care about it, but it made me a bit nervous. Would they think differently of me to know I’d been such a fool?

Ethan nodded. “So, now what?”

My eyes went to his lips. “Can we see if I still like it?”

Ethan’s eyes heated and he moved closer to me. “Like what? I want to hear you say it.”

I blew out a breath. “If I like kissing you.” I sounded so lame, but how else was I supposed to approach this with him?

He nodded, and that was all I needed before I leaned in, pressing my lips tentatively against his. It was a soft, unsure kiss, so much unlike how I normally kissed. But I was out of my element and kissing Ethan made me feel like I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

Ethan pulled back slightly with a smirk, his eyes searching mine. “Well? What’s the verdict?”

Guilty.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I snapped, grabbing Ethan by the back of the neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. The tension, the uncertainty, the fuckingneedthat had been building inside me was at boiling point.

I was always the one in control, the one calling the shots, but this man was driving me insane. This time, there was no hesitation and no softness. It was all heat and hunger, teeth clashing and tongues tangling.

Ethan met me with equal hunger, his hands gripping my shoulders and nails digging into my skin. His hard cock pressed against my thigh, and it sent a jolt of lust straight to my own.

“Fuck, Leo,” Ethan growled against my mouth, his hands starting to roam. They slid down my back, tracing the line of my spine, then gripped my ass, pulling me closer. The sensation of his strong hands on me was different and electrifying. “You feel so fucking good.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me again, my legs wrapping around him. Ethan’s touch, his voice, his fucking presence, had me so hard it almost hurt.

Ethan traced around the waistband of my trunks to the front, his fingers toying with the drawstring peeking out of the top. “Do you want this, Leo?” he murmured as he kissed my neck. “Do you want me to touch you? To jerk you off right here in the pool?”

I was pretty sure all the remaining blood in my body rushed to my cock. I nodded, breathless and unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

Ethan smiled against my neck, his fingers dipping into my trunks. “Then let’s give you something you won’t forget.”

He pushed down my trunks, my cock freed between us, and I gasped as his fingers brushed against my hot flesh. Doing this in the pool probably wasn’t the best idea, but at this point, I was done caring about anything other than his hands on me.

Ethan pushed down his own trunks, and then he was gripping us both in his large hand, stroking us together. The contrast of his warm, firm grip against the cool water was mind-blowing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back.

“That’s it,” Ethan rasped. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How much I want you?”

His words were driving me insane, pushing me higher and higher. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight. Ethan’s thumb circled the head of my cock, and I stifled a strangled cry against his neck.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Your cock is throbbing in my hand. You’re going to come for me, Leo. You’re going to come so fucking hard.”

I was a panting, writhing mess in Ethan’s arms, completely at his mercy. His words, his touch, his fucking voice—everything was driving me to the edge of insanity. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this desperate for release.

Ethan’s other hand moved to my ass, running up and down the crack before circling my hole. I tensed; no one had ever touched me there before, and the intimacy of it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

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