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  “Starting off our Karaoke night tonight is Lee Hodge singing ‘your love is my drug’ by Ke$ha,” The announcer declares over the loudspeaker.

  Ethan gives Lee one more kiss on the cheek and an encouraging smile before she makes her way to the stage.

  “This song is for my one and only, the love of my life, Nikki,” She says before the music starts.

  I get on my tip toes and strain to see Nikki in the crowd. I catch sight of her near the bar, she whips her head around to face the stage.

  Lee starts to belt out the lyrics, her eyes fixed on Nikki the entire time. Before she even reaches the chorus Nikki hauls herself onto the stage and cuts Lee off with a heart stopping kiss. The crowd goes wild.

  “God, I’m so happy for her,” I lay my head against Ethan’s shoulder with a contented sigh.

  He pulls me against him.

  “Well, I don’t think we’re needed here any longer, please let me take you home now,” He half pleads.

  Warmth spreads through my chest and I nod as I entwine our fingers and pull him towards the door.

  As soon as Ethan has his apartment door closed he fixes me with a predatory look that gives me goose bumps. His mouth claims mine ravenously like he needs to taste my lips before he can live another second. His tongue tangles with mine and he knots his hands in my hair.

  “Bedroom,” He mutters against my mouth.

  “Wow, you’re awfully sure of yourself aren’t you?” I tease.

  He unbuttons my pants and slips a hand inside my lacy panties. I gasp and throw my head back. I’m soaking wet for him. If I’m being honest I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him fucking me soundly since the other night.

  “It sure feels like you want me baby. Am I wrong?” His voice is low and sexy and sends shivers up my spine.

  I shake my head and inhale sharply as he runs this middle finger through my drenched folds.

  “Say it beautiful,” He instructs.

  “I want you to make me come,” I rasp out and blush.

  I clench around his finger and we both let out a low moan.

  “I fucking love it when you blush, it’s so sexy,” He kisses my jaw and then down my throat. I literally purr. Ugh I should kick my own ass for getting so wrapped up in him but I just can’t seem to care right now.

  “Bedroom,” He instructs again.

  This time I turn and head towards his room without any token protest.

  His bedroom is extremely clean and the smell of pure man almost knocks me on my ass. It’s weird that all the time we’ve been hanging out and all the times he’s been in my bedroom this is the first time I’ve been in his. His walls are painted dark blue and his comforter is black. Somehow this is so Ethan.

  “I want you to strip and then get on my bed on your hands and knees,” His instructions send a shiver up my spine. But I hesitate for a moment. I catch his gaze and stare into his glacial eyes.

  “Alright, but I swear if you try to pull any Fifty Shades of Grey shit, or try to fuck my ass, you won’t like the outcome,” I warn him.

  He chuckles and places a kiss against my temple.

  “Duly noted.”

  I turn to face him and slowly pull my shirt over my head keeping eye contact with him. Next I shimmy out of my jeans and leave them pooled at my feet. Ethan’s gaze caresses my body as he takes in the sight of me in my lacy red bra and matching thong.

  “So beautiful,” He murmurs before claiming my mouth again.

  I moan into his mouth and press my body close to his. He slides my bra straps off of my shoulders. I pull away and blink at him seductively.

  “I haven’t finished complying with your instructions yet,” I scold him teasingly before pushing him away slightly so I can finish undressing.

  I unhook my bra and slide it off and then slip out of my saturated panties and leave all of my articles of clothing on the floor at his feet. I give him a few seconds to eye fuck me before turning my back to him and slinking onto his bed, waiting to see what he has planned for me.

  My entire body is taut, a combination of desire and nerves. My position is vulnerable and it scares me until I glance over my shoulder and see the passion and adoration in Ethan's eyes. I am dying for his touch, aching for release that I know he wants to give me. My nerves start to dissipate. I hear him unzip his pants and seconds later I feel the bed dip down as he climbs on. I turn my head to look at him and am met with a firm slap on the ass.

  “Hey!” I protest.

  “Relax sweetheart a little spanking is the only Christian Grey shit I’ll be pulling. Just trust me, please,” His voice softens at the end and I let out a sigh indicating that he can proceed.

  I feel his lips press against the stinging flesh that he just spanked and my stomach flutters a little. Suddenly his soft lips are replaced with a sharp bite and I can’t help but yelp with surprise.

  “I’m serious, this ass puts all other asses to shame. It’s not even fair to other women that your ass is this perfect.”

  “Are you going to write a sonnet to my ass?” I ask with a laugh.

  “There’s that smart mouth again. Don’t you ever play nice, Red?” He asks playfully.

  “You love my smart mouth. You especially seemed to love it when you were fucking it the other day,” I counter wiggling my ass, dying to feel him touching me again.

  Ethan’s strong hands grip my waist and he pulls my hips and then I feel his tongue running along my aching sex before dipping inside of me. I moan and drop down to bury my face in his pillow, keeping my hips in the air to give him access to my throbbing center because I am done with my sassy comments if he’s going to eat my pussy all night long.

  “Wow, I think I’ve actually found a way to get my beautiful, combative girl to stop arguing with me for two seconds,” He teases with another chuckle.

  I’m about to nail him with a great comeback, I really was, but then he flicks my clit with his tongue and whatever I was about to say is completely forgotten. He can say whatever he wants as long as he keeps doing that. My legs start to shake as he alternates between sucking my sensitive nub and fucking me with his tongue, doing neither long enough for me to come. “Please...oh...Ethan,” I can’t form coherent sentences as I bite his pillow. He slaps my ass once more and then fucks me with his tongue until I feel the molten ball of heat spreading through my veins and I’m crying out his name repeatedly against his pillow.

  Just as the spasms stop I feel his hard cock at my entrance.

  “Do you want it?” He asks breathlessly. I whimper and nod my head fervently. “I need to hear you say it sweetheart.”

  “Please fuck me,” I push myself back up onto my hands and thrust back into him.

  I feel his weight shift as he reaches for his bedside table and pulls out a condom. After a few seconds he returns to his previous position and I wiggle against him again desperately.

  “Impatient, beautiful? I already made you come.”

  “More,” I rasp out.

  He growls and pushes into me sharply. I arch my back and try to catch my breath. I’ve never done it in this position and the sensation is completely different than the last time. I can feel him filling every inch of me, as I stretch to accommodate his massive girth. He holds himself still inside of me and I start shaking all over, waiting for him to thrust into me.

  “Please,” is all I manage to gasp.

  Ethan’s tongue runs along my spine and I shudder. He slowly pulls out and then thrusts back into me forcefully. I clench around him and push my hips to meet his next plunge. He grips my hips more tightly as we meet each others thrusts with grunts and moans. I feel the heat building between my legs again. He alternates between deep, hard thrusts and slow, torturous ones.

  “Your cock is made of rainbows and sunshine,” I inform him between moans.

  He lets out a raucous laugh. He runs his hands over my ass and up my back, thrusting slowly like he doesn’t want to rush this. Then, he pushes on my shoulders to get me to lower t
hem, while keeping my ass firmly in place.

  “Holy shit,” I gasp as he achieves deeper penetration. “You deserve some sort of award for sex.”

  “Careful Red, you don’t want my ego to get too big,” He warns with a chuckle. Then he reaches one hand around and grazes my clit with his index finger. I bite down on the pillow to stifle my screams.

  “Don’t hold back baby,” Ethan instructs, his voice strained with control.

  “I’m going to come,” I pant out as heat starts to spread through my body as I begin to clench around him.

  He presses harder into my clit with his fingers and I explode with pleasure.

  “Ethan, yes,” I cry out as I come apart.

  “So fucking perfect,” He groans as he starts to pulse inside of me.

  Ethan

  “So why a doctor?” I ask as I slowly caress the soft skin on Red’s back. I mentally catalogue every freckle and mole and draw hearts with my finger.

  “Um, well it’s kind of personal,” She says sleepily.

  I hold my breath for some reason. I just touched every inch of her naked body and the reason she wants to become a doctor is too personal?

  “Everyone respects doctors,” She mutters.

  “That’s not personal,” I accuse quietly.

  “No but the fact that my father was an alcoholic piece of shit is,” She says with acid in her tone.

  I stop my doodling on her back and wait for her to continue.

  “He told me every day that he thought I was a worthless piece of shit and would never amount to anything. I don’t think anyone would ever call a doctor a worthless piece of shit, do you?”

  “Sweetheart, whether you become a doctor or not you are anything but a worthless piece of shit. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You are smart as hell, willful, funny, and god damn sexy. Anyone who says otherwise can eat my fist,” I kiss her shoulder and she laughs.

  “I-” She looks at me and I see something in her eyes that makes my heart leap. She presses her lips to mine quickly instead of finishing whatever it was she was going to say. “I have a really early class so I’m going to go home and go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  “Of course,” I try to hide my disappointment. “Good night baby.”

  Chapter 22

  Abby

  I collapse on my bed and curl into a ball. I can’t believe I almost just told Ethan I love him. I don’t love him. I can’t love him. It must have been all of those stupid bonding hormones released during orgasm. God, I can’t even imagine how Ethan would’ve reacted if I hadn’t been able to stop those words that almost tumbled from my lips. I’m certain there would’ve been an Ethan shaped hole in the bedroom door. I take several deep breaths and wrap my arms around my legs to keep myself in a little ball.

  I wake up to the smell of coffee and roll over with a smile on my face. The idea of Ethan coming over early to start coffee for me makes my heart leap. God I seriously need to cool it, I’m on the road to heartbreak and that is so not someplace I want to go. I absentmindedly smooth my hair down and climb out of bed heading for the door.

  I stop short when I see Nikki and Lee at the table with Ethan sitting across from them. They’re having a quiet conversation over cereal and holding hands under the table. Their intimacy makes my heart hurt. That’s dumb. I’m happy for them.

  “Gooood morning!” I sing song at Lee with an eyebrow waggle thrown in for effect.

  “You’re such a dork,” She says with a laugh.

  “Shut up, I’m not a dork, I’m just happy for you,” I pour myself a cup of coffee and join them at the table.

  Ethan’s gaze meets mine and there’s a question in his eyes, ‘is everything ok between us?’ I nod my head and give him a small smile. I don’t know what came over me last night, thinking I was in love with him. Definitely just the sex making me feel crazy things. Not at all having anything to do with the fact that he’s sweet, fun to be with, loves the same nerdy stuff that I love, and totally gets me. Nope, hormones are to blame for sure.

  “I’ve gotta get going, I’ve got to get to work. I’ll see you guys later?” Ethan asks rising from the table.

  We both nod and Lee pulls him down for a quick peck on the cheek before he leaves.

  “Things still going well between you two?” Lee asks with a knowing smile.

  I shrug and feign nonchalance.

  “Of course, I mean it’s so casual it’d be nearly impossible for things to not be going well. We’re just hanging out, keeping things casual, nothing serious,” I take a big sip of my coffee. Lee continues to smile at me without saying anything.

  “What?” I snap. She laughs and shakes her head at me.

  “I was just waiting to see if you were going to try to work the word ‘casual’ in a few more times.”

  “Shut up,” I grumble. “Oh, crap, I’ve got to get going. I’m teaching my self-defense class in two hours and I want to get in a work out before that.”

  I give Lee a kiss on the cheek before getting ready to go to the gym.

  “Abby,” The meek, mousy girl from the first day of class approaches me after class today with a nervous smile.

  “Yeah…” I try to remember her name and come up blank.

  “Sarah,” She supplies.

  “Sorry, Sarah. What can I do for you?” I ask.

  “I wanted to tell you that I think you’re so amazing,” She says in a hushed, reverent tone. “You’re just so beautiful and you seem so confident. I had to tell you that I wish I could be exactly like you.”

  My mouth falls open in surprise.

  Do I tell his girl that she has it all wrong? In reality I’m a hot mess. I’m in a non-relationship that both terrifies and exhilarates me, I can’t sleep without the use of narcotics or alcohol, I lived in an abusive relationship for years, I can’t take my mother’s phone calls because I’m afraid to face her, and I basically hate myself most of the time. But instead of admitting all of that I just smile and thank her.

  “Hey beautiful,” Ethan comes in, wraps his arms around me and spins me around while I laugh at his antics.

  “Stop, I’m going to puke,” I warn. Sarah is still standing there, wide eyed, looking at Ethan.

  “Wow, is this your boyfriend?” She asks, staring at him like he’s made of chocolate.

  “I’m Ethan,” He introduces himself politely, not opening the can of worms that is our strange relationship.

  “I’m Sarah. I’m in Abby’s class. She’s so incredible.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Ethan kisses my cheek tenderly and I blush.

  “I’ll see you next week, okay Sarah?” She nods eagerly and finally leaves.

  “So, you want to show me some of your moves or what?” Ethan asks, putting his hands up in a mock boxing stance.

  I roll my eyes at him.

  “I think it might hurt your pride if I kicked your ass.”

  He blanches at my comment.

  “Sweetheart, you clearly have skills but I am a man, and you are a woman. I don’t think you could honestly take me.”

  My eyes narrow in challenge.

  “Oh, it’s on,” I head over to get the boxing gloves and soft helmets, tossing some to Ethan before putting on my own.

  “I’m not going to really fight you.” Ethan says with a laugh, holding his boxing gloves like he clearly doesn’t know what to do with them.

  “Why? Afraid you’ll be embarrassed when a girl wipes the floor with you?” I taunt.

  “No, because I’m not going to fight a girl.”

  “Ethan, put on the gloves or we’re never having sex again,” I threaten.

  His mouth falls open in disbelief.

  “I’ll tell you what, if you win I’ll give you a prize, something that you want. And, if I win, you have to be my ‘practice dummy’ for the rest of my self-defense classes.”

  Ethan grumbles under his breath, pulling on the helmet and gloves.

  I think it goes without saying that
he got his ass handed to him.

  “Damn, you didn’t have to hit me so hard,” He complains, rubbing his jaw afterwards.

  I pull his head down towards me and place a gentle kiss on the bruise forming on his jaw.

  “Come on, let me take you home and make you feel better,” I offer.

  His arms wrap around me and he captures my lips in a kiss.

  “I think you need to let me reaffirm my masculinity after that,” He murmurs against my lips before lifting me up by my thighs.

  I wrap my legs around him and let him carry me over to where the mats are stacked in the corner. He lays me down on a small stack of mats and kisses his way down my sweaty body with a growl in the back of his throat.

  “I will never get enough of you,” He warns, meeting my eyes with intensity.

  I bite back a gasp as I glance towards the door, worried that someone may come in.

  “Let's go home macho man, and I’ll let you ‘reaffirm your masculinity’ in the shower with me,” I offer.

  As soon as we’re through the door to my apartment Ethan grabs me around the waist and hauls me against his strong chest.

  “Is it weird that I’m so turned on after you just kicked my ass?”

  “Yes,” I laugh and let him pull my lips to his. I can taste our salty sweat mingling on our lips and I pull back sharply. “I need a shower. I’m so gross.”

  His eyes sparkle with mischief as his arms tighten around me and then he licks my face, like a freaking dog.

  “Ew,” I try to shove him away as he laughs and pulls me closer.

  “You’re right, you’re all sweaty and disgusting. I’d better come give you a hand in the shower.”

  I meet his gaze and there’s a feral hunger in his ice blue eyes that gives me goose bumps. The problem is, I can’t decide if they’re the good kind. I’ve seen that look before, it was the same look Justin used to get sometimes before he would force me to have sex with him. My muscles seize and adrenaline floods my veins, kicking my heart rate into high gear and causing my hands to tremble.