Page 17 of Guarding Her Heart
“ETHAN!”
“Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.” He encourages me, still watching me intensely as I explode.
I grab onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck, “Please, Ethan. I need to feel you.”
He aims his cock at my entrance and with the tip of him ready to impale me, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I breathe out. “Yes, I want you. I want this.” And with that, he enters me with a hard thrust and it’s everything I could hope for and more. His cock is hard and long, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before. His pelvic bone hits my clit as he pumps in and out of me, rubbing me and sending more electrical currents through me.
“Fuck, Jenny. You feel so good, so right,” he groans as he starts to slow his pace.
“No, don’t slow down. Please. Faster,” I beg.
“If I don’t, this will be over too soon.” He leans up on both arms as he looks down to me and I can see he’s struggling to contain himself.
“Don’t. Just keep going. I’m so close.”
Ethan’s eyebrows wrinkle together, and he explodes and we finally come together; it’s like everything in the world falls away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other.
We lie tangled in the sheets, our bodies still pressed close as we catch our breath. The room is filled with the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, and the quiet intimacy of the moment is both comforting and profound.
Ethan brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch tender as he looks down at me. “I love you, Jenny,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.
My heart swells with emotion, and I reach up to cup his face, my thumb brushing gently over his cheek. “I love you too, Ethan,” I whisper, the words coming easily, naturally, as if they’ve been waiting to be spoken all along.
He leans down to kiss me again, slow and sweet, and I know without a doubt that this is where I’m meant to be—right here, in his arms, with the man who’s come into my life and changed everything.
Chapter 7
Ethan
The morning sunlight blinds me since we never closed the curtains. Jenny is still asleep beside me, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that brings a rare sense of peace to my heart. Last night was perfect—better than I could have ever imagined. Holding her in my arms, feeling her love, it’s like all the pieces of my life are finally falling into place.
But as much as I want to savor this moment, the gnawing unease from the other day lingers at the back of my mind. I still can’t shake the memory of the confrontation with Richard. I’ve spent my life facing down danger, but this feels different—more personal, more dangerous.
Richard’s arrogance and sense of ownership over Jenny is something I’m not going to ignore.
Jenny stirs beside me, her eyelids fluttering open as she stretches out, a contented smile on her lips. “Morning,” she murmurs, her voice still heavy with sleep.
“Morning,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “How are you feeling?”
She smiles, her eyes meeting mine. “Happy. Sore. Safe.”
I’m ridiculously proud of her soreness. But then she says ‘safe’. It’s such a simple word, but it carries so much weight. After everything she’s been through, all I want is to protect her, to make sure she never has to feel unsafe again.
“Ethan,” Jenny says, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts. “Is everything okay?”
I hesitate, not wanting to worry her, but I can’t keep this from her. Not anymore. “Jenny, there’s something I need to tell you,” I say, my voice steady but serious. “The other night, after I dropped you off, I got a text message. From an unknown number.”
Her expression shifts from contentment to concern, her brow furrowing as she sits up. “What did it say?”
“It was a warning,” I admit, sitting up beside her. “Telling me to stay away from you.”
Her eyes widen, and I can see the fear creeping in, the shadows of her past reappearing. “Ethan, I... I got a text message too, also from an unknown number. The other day, during school. It said the same thing—that I should stay away from you.”
A cold shiver runs down my spine. This isn’t just a random threat; someone is watching us, keeping tabs on everything we do.
“It’s Richard; it’s got to be him. Who else cares?” I say, my voice firm. “I’m not going to let anyone scare us into hiding. We deserve to be happy, and I’m not letting anyone take that away from us.”
