He made up for lost time, driving into me hard and fast, my legs in the air as we got lost in one another once again. Last time, he fucked me. This time, he was making love, showering me in it with everything he had. His thrusts were severe, but so were his caresses, enough love for a thousand years packed in every touch. He was worshipping me.
And as his fingers found my clit, I fell apart, his lips meeting my neck as I came undone, the world as I knew it blowing into a thousand pieces. He met me on the way down, coming just as ferociously, a delicious heat exploding within.
As soon as it started, it was over, the two of us laying in a pile of gasps and shaking bodies. His lips brushed against my temple just as a knock at the door sounded.
Rick.
I’d completely forgotten about him.
“One minute!” I called, mortified. I felt like a horny teenager caught red-handed.
“Expecting company?” Ethan asked as we stood, him handing me my bra as he slid his boxers on.
“Yeah, I’m heading to a lecture with a friend.” I was in a frenzy, fingers clumsily trying to set the clasp until he got sick of seeing me struggle and fastened it for me.
He stepped back to pull the rest of his clothing on, as I ran around doing the same, knowing there was no hiding what we’d done. Both of us looked throughly had.
“Will you be here when I get back?” We needed to talk. Using words. Not just our bodies.
He shook his head before sliding his shirt over it, hiding the delectable abs I had plans for later. “I have a flight to catch.”
My stomach twisted at his answer, and I froze mid-zip of my fly. “When will you be back?”
“In a few weeks.” He was furiously working with his belt, avoiding my eyes.
I choked on the breath I’d been holding. “A few weeks? Where are you going?”
“A few stops.” He righted his rumpled clothing and reached out to help with mine, but I slapped his hands away.
“Ethan. Answer me.” He owed me something. He couldn’t show up, have sex with me, and disappear again. Anger burned beneath my tongue at the realization he’d precisely planned on doing just that.
“I’ll be out of the country.” The words came out slowly as if he were working to calm a wild animal.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded, a torrent of emotions flooding through me. I wanted to scream, cry, and everything in between at the news.
“Well, you sorta pounced me,” he replied, biting his lower lip before leaning forward to try to kiss me again.
I ducked his advance, turning to stalk to the door. He followed close behind, and as I opened the door, Rick met me with a smile that only widened when his eyes fell on Ethan over my shoulder. A smile that vanished as soon as Ethan hauled me back into the apartment, his fist connecting with Rick’s jaw.
Ethan
I broke my hand.
More specifically, I broke my right hand. As in, the hand I used to paint.
I knew it the instant it connected with that smiling bastard’s face, contorting the sparkling white teeth into a mouthful of blood, the man falling to the concrete with the single blow. Kee screamed, more so as I shut and locked the door with us inside, my body blocking the exit.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she screeched, desperately grabbing at the door handle.
“He’s following me. Call the police.” I couldn’t stick around, but I’d file a report before the flight and have him barred from her place and mine. I should’ve known better than to visit her with someone tailing me. I was such a fucking idiot.
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, shoving against my side to try to move me. “That’s my friend, you psycho!”
“Your friend?” I asked, confused as all hell. He was the same motherfucker that had followed me into my building the night before. A reporter. A rat. I’d know those eyes anywhere.
“Yes! And you just punched him in the face!” she exploded, shaking with anger.
“Kee, he’s a reporter.” Jesus Christ. How was I supposed to talk my way out of this one?
“I’m aware! He writes articles for the Boston Bold, and you just plowed his face in like a damn ogre!” She reached for the handle again, but I didn’t budge.
“How do you know him?”
“Why does it matter? I don’t go around punching your friends in the face!” Her eyes were brimming with tears. I tried to brush one away but she flinched in fear, and for the first time ever, she was afraid of me.
“How do you know him?” I repeated, ready to tear him to pieces. I’d never been so angry. So out of control.
Kee knew it, too, shrinking away from me, walking backward into the living room. “I met him at work. He came in one day.”
“For what?” I snapped. She worked in the public records archive. What did she know? Had she known all along? Maybe she’d tipped him off. I took a step toward her, and she practically tripped over her own feet trying to get away, knocking a stack of textbooks off the coffee table in the process.
“He was researching for an assignment.”
“What was he looking for?” My blood felt like lava, my entire body boiling at her words. They found her. Or had she found me?
“He was asking about DMV and passport records,” she sputtered, reaching the kitchen as I followed close behind. She was scared, fleeing like a rabbit pursued by a wolf.
“And?” I slipped between her and her bedroom in one quick step as she hit the hallway, both hands falling on either side of the wall behind her, arms corralling her in place, trapping her like the rat she potentially was.
“I sent him away. They’re not available to the public.” Her lips trembled as she looked up at me, hazel eyes misted
