Page 37 of Wanting the Fight

Crawling backward, he caressed his fingers down my legs until he was completely off the bed. Never taking his gaze off mine, he unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. His cock bulged behind his boxers, and I bit my lip as he rubbed his arousal through the material. Slowly, he slid his boxers down and smirked as he gave himself a few pumps up and down his length. He watched me watch him; it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

“Oh, yes.” I touched myself, and his eyes darkened with need. “Come here,” I said, needing him now.

Ethan wasted no time and crawled on the bed, opening me wide. His tongue trailed up my inner thigh and passed over my clit with one quick flick. My body jerked, and the feel of his breath as he chuckled made my toes curl. It was so hot hearing his satisfaction.

Delving deep, he buried his tongue inside me and swirled it around. His tongue was so warm and needy as he tasted me, driving me to the edge. My clit ached for release, and when he pulled his tongue out and started sucking on it, my body exploded. Fisting my hands in his dark hair, I screamed out my pleasure. He slowly lowered his pace and licked me as my body shook, tasting my desire for him.

When I looked down, his blue eyes blazed with an intensity that made me tremble. I’d never seen anyone stare at me like that. It was kind of scary but in a good, primal way. He covered me with his body, and I could feel his tip at my opening. I wanted him to push in so fucking bad. But, instead, he closed his lips over mine and grabbed ahold of my face, kissing me deeply. I tasted myself on his lips.

His cock pushed in a little and I moaned, biting his bottom lip. “Make love to me, Ethan. I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you.”

Growling deep in his chest, he plunged in as far as he could go. I screamed and dug my nails into his back as he rocked me back and forth, hard. My core stretched to fit all of him, but the pain of it made my eyes water. It hurt, but it felt so damn good.

Ethan found a spot behind my ear and bit down, sending chills cascading down my body. What made it even better was that he didn’t stop there. Down my neck and across my collarbone, he nipped and sucked his way until he reached my nipples. As hard as he could, he took my nipple in his mouth and pulled with his lips, flicking his tongue across my swollen peaks.

Another orgasm built between my legs and judging by his strangled groan, I could tell he knew I was about to come. Instead of leaving me on my back, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up on his lap. We were sitting up on the bed with me on top of him. He was in so deep.

“Ride me,” he commanded, never taking his mouth away from my nipple.

Lifting my hips, I sat down on him until I got a good rhythm. My body clenched and I was so close. Ethan was, too, judging from the way his cock pulsated inside me. “I’m going to come,” I warned.

“Keep going, baby. I want to come inside you.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my insides tightened. Just the thought of him releasing inside me sent me over the edge.

“Yes,” I cried breathlessly. His fingers dug into my hips, and he held me down on his cock as we both reached our climax, our bodies melding together. I could feel his release as he came inside me, all hot and primal as he yelled out, his body jerking in spasms. Laying my head on his shoulder, I felt my heart beat out of control.

Ethan lowered me to the bed and gently pulled out before resting behind me with his arm across my stomach. He kissed my shoulder and held me tight. “I love you, Peyton.”

“I love you, too.”

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I was exhausted, but in a good way. Ethan was asleep but I needed a ginger ale and some saltines to help with the nausea. I was told it would subside around the second trimester, so I was counting the days.

While I ate my crackers, I scrolled through my phone and looked at old pictures. I wanted to call Reagan and my mom and tell them the baby news, but there was no way they’d be able to keepthata secret from everyone in the group. Ethan and I had already decided to get everyone together when we returned to California and tell them all at the same time. It was going to be a madhouse. I had no doubt that my mom would want us to have a gender reveal party and everything else. The family was going to be excited when we told them it was going to be twins.

There was so much Ethan and I needed to discuss. The main thing being . . . where were we going to live. All my stuff from the apartment was at his house, but he didn’t have the privacy we needed. His place was in Venice, right on the beach where anyone and everyone could walk by. It wasn’t where I wanted our twins to live, not when the paparazzi could camp out on the beach and sneak pictures of us. So that was something I planned on talking to Ethan about soon.

Once I ate my fifth saltine cracker, I guzzled down the ginger ale and tossed the can in the trash. Hopefully, by eating the snack, I wouldn’t wake up as sick in the morning.

My body felt heavy as I walked down the hall to the bedroom. After brushing my teeth, I took off my bracelet and set it and my phone on the bedside table. The bed was warm from Ethan’s body, and it made me smile, especially when he reached over and wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand lying gently on my stomach.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured sleepily.

“Same to you.”

Closing my eyes, I could feel my body drifting off to sleep. But then, my phone vibrated on the table, jerking me awake. Who the hell would be texting me this late? It was two o’clock in the morning here in North Carolina, but back at home it would only be eleven. My agent had been known to call or text at crazy times.

Groaning, I grabbed my cell, squinting against the screen's brightness in the darkness. There was no number or name, only the word “unavailable”. I hated it when I didn’t know who it was. So many times, I would get calls with a recording saying the warranty on my car was about to expire. Always the same stupid stuff.

I slid my finger across the screen to look at the message. When I clicked on it, chills ran down my spine, and my pulse quickened. All the text said wasOne is the beginning. It was eerie and strange but oddly familiar.

Where had I seen that saying before?

Ethan patted my hip. “Everything okay?”

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