Page 22 of Bought By Three Men

I had been so enthralled by him I didn’t realize we were under a pier. Barnacles crawled up the rotting wood. Seaweed piled up around the poles. It all looked as if no one had been here in years. Maybe they hadn’t. I had never been to this beach, so I didn’t know if it was popular or not.

Ethan and I could have been the only people here in a long time. At that moment, I would have guessed we were the only people to exist. His blue eyes glowed brighter than the ocean. I fell into them, into him. I didn’t know how long we stood there staring at each other. I did know the tide came in. Water covered my feet. It was freezing, yet I couldn’t move.

He stayed still. One hand under my chin, the other intertwined with my hand. He licked his lips. Was he going to kiss me? Could he hear my heart beating in my chest?

My stomach turned. There were a million reasons not to kiss him, not to fall for him. He was an elite. No matter how much I tried to ignore that fact, he was. He lived a lavish life. Completely different from my own. I wouldn’t let Dottie take his business card, yet here I was, alone with him under a pier staring into his eyes.

Fuck this. How could I hate him without knowing him? He has been nothing but nice to me. Here’s to another bad decision.

I grabbed his hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him down to me. Our lips crashed. Sparks flew. The world stopped.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. I opened my mouth to allow him access. He massaged his tongue with mine.

Warmth pooled between my legs. My body was on fire. I’d never been kissed like that. He kissed me as if I was everything. As if I was his everything.

“Fuck. I want you right now, Peach.” Ethan growled against my lips.

“So take me,” I moaned. He was the gasoline to my fire. I would burn down the world if it meant he would continue kissing me.

“I want you pure for our wedding night.” He pulled away.

“Pure?” I laughed. “I’m twenty-five. If you wanted a virgin, you should have bought someone else, someone younger.”

“Who have you been with? How many?” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Anger scorched his eyes.

“Did you even read my stats card?”

“Why would I? I didn’t give a damn about your preferences and weight. You are mine!” He emphasized each word.

“Technically, I’m yours, Tristan’s, and Adam’s.” He was starting to piss me off.

He was acting foolish. We barely knew each other. I got the feeling he thought I was some bubbly, happy, innocent girl. I wasn’t.

“Tristan won’t touch you, and I’m dealing with Adam.” He released my hair.

A fish rubbed against my leg. I was so jarred I screamed, “A swimmy!”

Ethan laughed. And laughed. He tried to compose himself several times. He couldn’t. His laugh was contagious. I started laughing too. A swimmy? I couldn’t think of the name of them.

“You mean a fish?” He continued to laugh.

“I had a slight brain fart,” I chuckled.

That’s all it took. The tension dissipated. Ethan grabbed my hand and led me back to our shoes. The sun was setting. Had it only been this morning that I was up for auction? It seemed like so long ago.

Ethan walked me all the way to my bedroom door. He didn’t bring up the fact that I wasn’t a virgin again. Actually, he didn’t talk at all. Whatever was on his mind kept him occupied. Maybe it was the kiss. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it, so maybe he hadn’t either.

“Well, goodnight.” I turned to open my door.

He twisted me around and slammed me against the wall. My heart pounded. His hand traced my jawline. His lips grazed mine.

I opened my mouth to kiss him. He moved quickly. Ethan was on my neck kissing, licking, nibbling. I was instantly wet. He kissed a trail down my chest, and I was suddenly glad I had on a low-cut top. He pressed against me. His dick was pushing at my stomach.

I was dizzy. He was so close. I needed him. Needed his touch. Ethan’s hand grazed the waistband of my shorts.

“Ethan,” I moaned.

“Yes, Peach?” His fingertips played at my stomach.

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