Page 45 of Unfolding Ethan

Her mom went after her and I swallowed the food in my mouth, gulping the cold water from the glass.

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“I don’t want to see you around Carl.”

Kiara groaned, giving me a dramatic eye roll as she changed the song on the radio when I shifted the car gear, speeding up. Volt had decided to stay for breakfast and left for Ryan’s farmhouse in his own car because I warned him to. I wanted to be alone with Kiara.

“His name isCarter.”

I know what his name is, Kiara. I don’t like him. Especially when he is around you.

My knuckles turned white when my grip on the wheel tightened. Taking a sharp breath, I said, “I don’t give a fuck about his name, Kiara. I just don’t like him around you.”

“Of course you don’t,” she scoffed, resting back on the seat. “You hate every guy who talks to me.”

Fuck. Her tanned legs were so smooth and soft. I could remember the way her thighs tensed and trembled when she came. Her heels digging in my lower back when I dry humped her on the couch. I loved the way they perfectly wrapped around my torso.

Eiffel, stay in the pants and don’t you dare wave at her.

But what she said was the truth. I was more protective of her than her own brother, Karan. Partly because he entrusted Kiara with me because we both knew how it felt to have a little sister.

He’d end me if he found out that his little sister was writhing with orgasms under me last night.

“Well, I don’t mind Rio,” I replied.

“That’s because he is your best friend and you have a doubt that he is either bisexual or gay.”

“Okay. There’s Volt.”

“He calls meimoto. His little sister,” she said. “Not to mention, he is whipped by Becky Whitestone.”

I clenched my jaw. She was right. I did get protective of her, and after what Liam did, I was not leaving her side.

“Hey,” she squeezed my hand, her warm brown eyes blinking at me. “If you don’t want me to hang out with Carter, I won’t.”

“I am not worried about you, Kiara,” I said playfully, smiling at her. “I am worried about the poor lad. I know how much you love flirting with Ryan’s friends, so don’t stop that on my account.”

I was teasing because I knew she only did that to rile up Ryan, Katherine’s boyfriend and the guy I could trust because he thought of Kiara as his own sister.

She let out a small laugh and replied, “It’s not my fault. Besides, they should know I have my eyes set on only one thing.” She looked at me from the corner of her eye, smiling at me.

I nodded. “Mypenis.”

Kiara shook her head, grinning at me, and looked away, her hands fumbling with the hem of her dress. It was a gorgeous cherry red summer dress my mothers had bought for her birthday last year. Seeing her wearing that made my heart stumble and Eiffel twitch.

I didn’t know what it was, but seeing her in a dress did something to me. The V-neck of her dress showed her golden skin and the way it snugged around her waist and flowed freely down her thighs. I swallowed the lump in my throat when I saw the hickeys on her neck when she moved her hair over her shoulder. I resisted the urge to stop the car and give her a couple of more hickeys and taste her lips.

“Did I tell you that you look gorgeous today?” I asked, following her to the farmhouse. The bushes and the once clean pathway were littered with red cups from last night’s party.

Kiara looked over her shoulder. “You didn’t.”

I swear I could hear my moms scolding me for not complimenting her.Sorry, ma.

I stepped closer to her and leaned down. The scent of warm black vanilla and coconuts wafted in my nose, reminding me how my sheets smelled like today. I smiled and peppered butterfly kisses over her neck and jaw, kissing her nose and even pecking her dimple.

“Kiara, you look gorgeous today,” I whispered in her ear, biting the earlobe as she took a sharp breath when I dragged it gently, licking the soft pink skin. “Especially when I look up from your spread thighs.”

She shook her head when I pulled away, holding her hand in mine. Her hands and fingers were so soft. “You’re such a tease. Don’t say stuff like that. It makes me—”

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