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Brynn

I blink my eyes open as the morning light streams through the skylight window and moan. My body aches, and I pop a few extra-strength pain relievers with a sip of water from the bottle next to my bed as my phone sounds with an incoming text message.

Miranda

How are you feeling? Can I bring you anything?

I called my brother from the hospital yesterday. Cole insisted on heading over immediately, but I managed to convince him to wait and let Miranda check on me today instead.

I'm fine. Let's stick to the plan. I'll meet you guys at The Watershed at noon. It's right off the lobby.

smiley face emoji xo. See you in a few hours!

Holy shit! What time is it? Oh my god. I slept in. Damn it! I grab my phone, ready to send a frantic text to Celeste, but see one from her sent last night.

Celeste

Don't forget you're off tomorrow and the next day.

I was so frazzled by Ethan, I managed to take a quick shower and then poured myself into bed.

Thank you for this. I completely forgot.

Since I took off half of yesterday, I should come in and check on a few things, though.

I start to wiggle out of bed, but my phone pings immediately.

If you step one foot in the lobby, I'm supposed to send you home and call the medic.

Mr. Maloney's orders.

Oh my god. Bossy, arrogant men trying to tell me what I should do.

Intense blue eyes invade my brain, and I subconsciously flit my fingers over my neck where the owner of said eyes kissed me yesterday.

I've been horny and wound up since last night.

Hell, since he held me in his arms in the car, carried me into the freaking hospital, and refused to leave my bedside while he claimed me with his gaze.

I shake my head. Banish thee!

Fine, but I'm meeting Miranda for lunch, so I will have to walk into the lobby.

I'll allow it.

Lol. BTW, I have a lot to tell you tonight...

I hope it has something to do with the tall, sexy man sleeping on your porch. Because I'm dying to know what that's about.

What?!

I quickly crawl out of bed and make my way down the steps. I peek out the small window of my door, but I can't see anything, so I throw it open and Ethan spills backward into my house.

"Morning," he says sleepily, completely unfazed and sporting a scruffy five o'clock shadow that I immediately picture between my legs.

"You slept here all night?" I stare at him, dumbfounded.

Ethan sits up, stretching his back as he disentangles himself from the sleeping bag. "No, I wrote for most of it." He stands, and the impressive bulge at the front of his pants distracts me for a moment. I look away quickly, but Ethan doesn't take his eyes off me. "You're my muse, Brynn."

I roll my eyes in an effort to tamp down the girlish glee bubbling up within me because who talks like this? "Yeah, I can see what my musing does to you." I look pointedly at his crotch with a raised eyebrow.

"You're the one walking around looking like sex on a plate, Brynn." Ethan's hungry gaze roves over my body, and I glance down, realizing I'm only wearing undies and the tight tank top I slept in. My cheeks heat as I notice my hardened nipples begging for his touch like erotic little sluts.

"I dreamed about you, Brynn." Shutting the front door behind him, Ethan stalks toward me. As if called to attention, his bulge grows before my eyes.

I can't look away, even as I take a step back and bump against the kitchen counter. Damn, this tiny house. I want to run toward and away from this man, and I don't have enough square footage to help me decide properly.

He invades my space, pressing against me.

Leaning forward, he kisses my collarbone, laving his tongue against my skin.

His hands grip my hips as he sucks gently along the soft skin of my neck.

My chest heaves, and a small whimper escapes.

I close my eyes as his cock presses against my stomach and take a calming breath.

No boys allowed. No boys allowed. No boys al-

Ethan's thick fingers trail along my hip and across my lower stomach, tucking into the top of my panties, but he stops before going any farther. He pulls back, waiting for my consent as his fierce blue eyes pierce through all my shields.

With any other man, I'd be disgusted by this level of control-freak intensity, but with Ethan, I want to tease him within an inch of his restraint and then let him unleash his possessive infatuation on my body.

My nipples tighten thinking of what he might be able to do with his hands and tongue.

My pussy weeps, begging me to give in already.

Fuck it. One boy allowed.

I lunge forward, turning my head slightly to kiss him properly, and maybe it's a concussion after all, because fireworks explode in my damn brain when our lips meet.

I wrap my arms around his neck, our tongues tangling as he opens his mouth.

Ethan takes over immediately, nudging my legs wider with his knee as his thick finger slides through my wet folds.

"Oh god," I breathe out, stilling and gripping his muscular biceps to steady myself as he finds my clit and begins slow circles. Ethan grins, and I spread my legs even more to give him better access.

"That's right, baby. Let me in." Ethan's thumb takes over on my clit as he pushes one thick finger into my core.

"Oh fuck," I moan. Reaching for the hemline of my shirt, I pull it up and over my head to toss it away.

"You are so beautiful, Brynn." Ethan stares at my body in awe, and I have never wanted to fuck a man so badly in my life. No, not just fuck him. I want to let him worship my body and then tie him to my bed and keep him forever.

Oh no.

I don't have time to analyze the ping-ping ball thoughts in my brain because Ethan chooses that moment to pull his fingers from me, and I whine like a toddler.

He chuckles and lifts me onto the counter like I weigh nothing. Peppering kisses along my collarbone, my shoulder, and then down one arm and the other, he stops when he gets to the little bandage on my forearm from the hook and grimaces. "Baby, let me take care of you. I'm so sorry I hurt you."

Yesterday I would have protested. Today, I nod. "Get those fingers back to work, and we're even."

"No. I need to taste you." Ethan grins wickedly and pushes me back gently until I'm lying on the counter.

He quickly removes my panties. The butcher-block wood is uncomfortable under my back, but within seconds I don't have the bandwidth to think about it, because the crazy man who hasn't left my side since yesterday descends on me like he's starving.

His tongue finds my core, and he immediately licks me like an ice cream cone.

I must be this man's favorite flavor because he moans from my taste, doubling his efforts when I buck against him and call out my pleasure.

I'm drowning in sensations, lightheaded as I squeeze my breasts together and pluck at my nipples.

Moaning, I gaze between my legs as Ethan looks up.

Locking eyes with me, he finds my clit and flicks it with his tongue.

He has one finger inside me, thrusting into my throbbing pussy, and I have to roll my nipple with a sharp pinch to keep myself grounded.

I close my eyes tightly, calling out his name as I writhe against him.

"Oh god, Ethan!" Panting, I look down again. Ethan's staring at me with the same intensity as yesterday, and it sends warmth throughout my body and into my heart. I cannot catch feelings for this man.

Too late, my horny pussy declares as she grips Ethan's thick finger like she's desperate for it to be another part of his body doing the work.

In an effort to break the emotional connection, I lay my head back and try to focus on the physical sensations as his magical mouth drives the intensity higher and higher.

"That's right, baby. Lay back and enjoy; I can do this for hours.

" He adds another thick finger, and I arch off the counter, bucking against him.

His fingers pump in and out of my throbbing core as I climb toward the edge, and then he sucks on my clit.

I still and release, covering this man's face in my juices with a feral moan as he licks me through my orgasm.

Panting, I throw an arm over my head and try to process my thoughts, while tamping down the overwhelming desire to ride Ethan's cock into the sunset.

"I wouldn't say no to that," Ethan's deep voice startles me back to reality.

His intense gaze smolders in my direction as I bite my lip. I sit up, leaning back on my elbows, and all sense of reason or rationality is out the window.

"Take off your pants, and get in my bed, Ethan Hobbs."