“Always,” Beau says to him, slapping him on the shoulder. “Now, does this mean you two are back together?”
“It means that I want her, and luckily for me, she wants me back,” he says, grabbing me around my shoulders. “Now if you all will excuse me, my girl wants to make out with me on the Ferris wheel.”
“That’s so gross,” Chelsea says while Amelia scrunches up her nose.
We walk away from them, and we get on the Ferris wheel. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” he asks when the wheel starts turning.
“I didn’t love him,” I admit. “Like I loved him as a person, but …” I don’t say anything else when I feel him put his arm around me, and his thumb rubs my arm up and down. “It’s you.” I look at him. “It’s always just been you.” I lean in and kiss him, my tongue sliding with his as he holds my face with his free hand.
We make out like a couple of teenagers, and when we get off the Ferris wheel, he walks over to a booth that has teddy bears. He wins me the teddy bear on the first try, too. I don’t know why I’m surprised, but when he hands it to me, I squeal and hug it to my chest. We walk around the fair holding hands. No one looks at us, and no one points at us. We’re just Emily and Ethan. He stops when he sees his brothers, and they challenge him to a shooting game. I just shake my head and watch him do his thing. The sun goes down, and the lights come on, and it’s just magical. It’s honestly the best day ever when he turns around and tosses me another bear while his brother asks for a rematch.
Seeing him rebuilding that bond he had with them so long ago makes it so much more. Knowing how far he’s come, I could not love him more. When we walk out of the carnival, he looks at me. “Are we leaving your car here or mine?”
“Why are we leaving any of the cars here?” I ask, and he looks around. “Amelia!” he calls out to his sister. “How did you get here?”
“Mom and Dad,” she says, and he grabs my keys. “Take Emily's car home. We’ll pick it up later.”
She laughs. “Later or tomorrow?”
“Monday.” He winks at her, then grabs my hand and drags me away from her.
“Oh my god,” I say, laughing, looking over at Amelia cringing. He gets me in the truck, and before I can even say anything, he is racing out of the parking lot. I laugh so hard when I look over at him. “Five years, Sunrise,” he says, and I lean over and kiss his neck, sucking in a little bit. He groans, and I smile, knowing he can’t do anything because he’s driving.
“All week,” I tell him, whispering in his ear and then licking his lobe. “Lying by you, all I wanted to do was jump you.” My hand falls to his lap, and I cup his cock.
“Sunrise,” he hisses out between clenched teeth. “I am on the edge right now.”
“Why?” I ask, sucking in his lobe. “I want you,” I say, and I’m about to say something else when the truck comes to a stop. He’s out of his seat before I can look around. My door is ripped open, and he picks me up like a rag doll. My legs wrap around his waist as his mouth finds mine. His tongue fights with mine as he walks up to the front door. My hands are already ripping off his shirt as he pushes me into the door and attacks my neck. My back arches, and I hope to fuck he rips off my shirt soon. “Ethan,” I say his name as he attacks my neck.
His hand flies to my waist as my shirt rises, and I feel his hands on my body. Five years ago, they were soft. This time, they are rougher, and I need him to touch all of me. I don’t know how he does it, but the door opens, and we are inside. He walks straight to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed. I get up on my elbows in time to see him reach behind his head and pull his shirt over his head. At the same time, he kicks off his shoes.
“Last chance,” he says. I sit up, reaching out to unsnap his button. Taking off my shirt, I toss it with his discarded one, then kick off my shoes with his.
“I hope that answers your question,” I say, and his eyes change as he looks at me in my gray lacy bra.
“I pictured this moment,” he tells me, sliding his finger under my bra strap. “Every day.” He peels the strap off my shoulder. Leaning down, he moves the cup aside and takes my nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes as he rolls his tongue around and then he bites down like he knows I like it. My hand goes to his head as I moan out. “Fuck, still as responsive as the first time,” he says, going to the other side and pushing the cup aside to take the other nipple in his mouth.
I use my right hand to cup his cock, and slowly, he stands up. I bring him to me, and my fingers slowly trace his scar on the side. I lean in and kiss his scar. “I love you,” I say and then place my hands on his hips.
I slip his boxers down, and I don’t wait any longer to take his cock in my mouth. His hands go into my hair as my tongue swirls around the head of his cock. My hand grips
