Unfolding Kiara: Second Chance Best Friends to Lovers Romance (The Unfolding Duet Book 2)

by Mahi Mistry

Really well.

  Ethan’s determination and stamina were way beyond the previous partners I had shared a bed with. I missed the way the body gets sore after a solid day of excessive intimacy. I cherished it.

  Katherine cooed, “The way Ethan has been looking at you, it seems like high school all over again. Reminds me of good old days.”

  I made a face that made both of them laugh at me.

  Anya leaned toward Katherine, “Oh, really? How was Kiara when she was a teenager?”

  Here we go.

  “Oh, she was a spitfire. She still is, but she is more tamed.”

  I heard Ethan cough in his fist, trying to stop himself from grinning. I shot him a glare and fixed my eyes anywhere but on my friends or him.

  Katherine continued, “She had this, I am sure she still has it, huge crush on Ethan, and Ethan had a crush on her as well, but they didn’t want to ruin their friendship. They were so cute, I swear to God. They still are! They can’t even stop looking at each other—”

  Thankfully, Ryan came to my rescue and kissed his wife’s cheek. “Okay, stop it you two. Kiara has turned into a tomato. Come on, it’s time for cake.”

  Watching everyone reuniting, eating sweets, and congratulating Katherine made my heart melt. Andrew was playing with Volt’s sons while Anya subtly tried to update me about Jake. I had tried to stay far away from the media articles and videos regarding our breakup because I knew they would be filled with rumors. When Anya told me he was doing well with Stacy and slowly reuniting with Ben, despite all that had happened between us, I was happy for him. He had a family to take care of and hopefully soon, so would I.

  I was trying to hide in the washroom for a while because I needed some time to myself before going outside to mingle with everyone. It had been overwhelming to see so many kids and hear mothers coo at Katherine’s cute baby bump. I missed my mother and couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how I would look during the pregnancy.

  Someone knocked on the door, and I jumped. I patted my hair in the mirror’s reflection and muttered, “I’ll be out in a second!”

  “Bella,” Ethan said, “Open up, I need to see you.”

  My heart ached in my chest as I swallowed the lump in my throat. One of the major reasons I was hiding was because Ethan was affecting me. He didn’t leave my side for a second unless either of our friends needed us. He had wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me tightly to his robust chest, muttering, “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with a baby bump.” It had brought tears to my eyes thinking about it.

  I unlocked the door and before I could step out, Ethan leaned in and closed the door, locking it.

  “What are you doing?”

  Ethan stared down at me, his blue-green eyes piercing, “I should be the one asking you that. Why are you hiding in a bathroom?”

  My cheeks flushed, “I am not hiding.”

  He pulled me closer, cupping my cheek and making me look him in the eye. “Tell me the truth. What’s going on in your head?”

  My bottom lip wedged between my teeth, my eyes dancing across the exposed skin of his golden chest. “I was thinking about how I would look when I get pregnant.”

  Even when I said it out loud, a small smile tugged my lips, and I watched Ethan’s electric eyes sparkle. His hands caressed my skin, trailing down to squeeze my ass. “I am sure you’d look beautiful with a baby bump.” His voice was rough, his hips pressing against my stomach.

  A small gasp escaped my lips when I felt his hardened length. He leaned down and emitted a low groan that made my toes curl in my sandals. “Fuck, Kiara, you’ve no idea how much that turned me on. I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my baby.”

  My breath froze at his words. My baby. But before I could say anything, Ethan’s lips pressed against mine. He lifted me on the marble counter, pressing me against the mirror as he devoured my lips. His lips were soft against mine, our heady passion fighting with each other, my fingers threading in his hair and pulling him closer. With heart pounding in my ears, I cupped his cheeks and leaned back to look at him.

  His diamond-like eyes were clouded with lust, but the way they crinkled with a small smile on his lips, I knew Ethan wanted more. More from me. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sudden realization. I couldn’t fall for him. I would ruin both of us if I did.

  So, instead of pushing him away, I licked my lips and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

  The way his handsome face lit up, I knew I was too late.

  We said our goodbyes, and I ignored the sly smirk on Anya and Katherine’s lips when Ethan held my hand and dragged me to his car.

  The ride back to his house was heavy with anticipation and raw, carnal hunger for each other. I craved his touch, and I wanted to mark mine on his body. It was heady, and I had never felt like this before with anyone except him. I knew I would never feel like this with anyone else. He had ruined me for others. The thought made me shiver as I pressed my legs together.

  We needed no words entering the house. Our lips and bodies did the talking. Tracing unspoken words on each other’s skin with tongue, teeth, and rough hands. Fingers gripping, shredding, taking. For tonight, I was his, and he was mine. To please, worship and ruin.

  “Ah!” I cried out when Ethan pushed me on the wall, kneeling between my legs and throwing them over his shoulder.

  His fingers were gentle and exploratory despite how rough his actions were. My hands gathered his hair when his middle finger slowly rubbed me through my wet underwear. He groaned, kissing dirty lines on my thighs as he kissed his way upward.

  “Hold your dress up,” he ordered, fisting the lace of my thong in his hand and ripping it apart.

  I half-gasped and moaned when his fiery mouth landed on my dripping sex. The way he looked at me paralyzed me to my bone, his intense blue-green eyes watching me from beneath his dark lashes. Hot white lust flooded in my veins when his expert tongue gave me gentle flicks, my legs trembling in his wake.

  Ethan leaned back on his heels. His smoldering eyes captured me while his long fingers toyed with me, teasing me, torturing me. I panted and squeezed my eyes shut when he placed the pad of his thumb precisely on my throbbing clit. The erotic sensation crawled up from my spine and released in a quiver. My back arched from the wall, but his hold was firm on my legs.

  I whimpered, “Please Ethan, I need you.”

  “I know, Bella,” he said softly. He smoothed his hands over my thighs, tracing my curves with the pads of his fingers before he cupped my ass in his hands and squeezed the cheeks. I jumped when he gave a quick, harsh spank on my left cheek.

  I tugged at his hair when a small cry left my lips, arousal pooling on my core, wanting him to remedy it. As if reading my mind, his slick, warm tongue circled my clit, sucking it in his hot mouth before giving it playful flicks. All the breath left my body, abandoning me as Ethan toyed with my clitoris, his tongue tasting me languidly.

  “So fucking sweet.” He breathed me in as if he was savoring the taste of me.

  My cheeks flushed red. I watched him through half-lidded eyes. My blood felt hot and heavy with hunger when he finally caved in, increasing his pace and inserting two digits inside me at the same time. My head knocked back on the wall as I anchored myself, holding his hair. The tension in my stomach finally exploded in his mouth when he pressed his tongue flat on my sensitive nub, giving me a gentle kiss.

  I climaxed, moaning his name. My body convulsed, then went limp against the wall in his arms.

  When I opened my eyes, Ethan was hovering above me in my room, softly kissing my neck. I had forgotten how his oral skills were enough to exhaust me into a deep slumber. But not at the moment.

  I wanted him. Needed him.

  Cupping his cheek, I leaned up and kissed him on his lips, breathing in the musky feminine scent of my arousal. Our bodies pressed against each other, desperate for more. My hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, and I removed it out of the way when he unzipped my dress, helping me o
ut of it.

  Ethan took a sharp breath, looking at my breasts, “What’s this?”

  I peered down, finding breast tape that I had used to wear underneath the dress. I pursed my lips and slowly removed it, wincing at the bit of pain, “These are called boob tape.”

  He frowned, “Why are you making that face?” He took one from my hand and I bit back my laughter when he tried it on his own nipple. “Does it hurt? I don’t feel any pain.”

  After removing my other tape and being naked with him, I grinned at him. He was shirtless, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from our kisses, yet he wanted to know how breast tape worked.

  Biting my lip, I ripped it off, watching his face fall as he moaned in pain, clutching his nipple. “Are you sure?” I teased at his scrunched face.

  “What the fuck, Kiara?” He groaned, “That fucking hurt. I don’t know how you manage to wear this shit.”

  I giggled, “Who told you to try it? You are such a dork.”

  While he was busy patting his nipple, I decided to do something. I laid him down on the bed, straddling him, and whispered, “Let me kiss it better.”

  His eyes darkened hearing my sultry tone as I pressed my body down on him and kissed his throat, the beating pulse of his neck, licked his golden skin. Ethan’s hands squeezed my cheeks as my lips lowered to his nipple, kissing and licking it softly until he delivered a spank on my right cheek.

  “You are such a fucking vixen, Bella,” he whispered, his husky voice slithering down my spine, encouraging me to kiss down his robust chest to the six hard blocks of abs. I pulled away to admire his lean, muscular form. Scratching my nails down his abs, I watched his muscles tense and leaned down to kiss the same trail with my lips, licking it sweet.

  Before I could remove his belt and unzip his pants, Ethan flipped us over, his eyes clouded with lust as he pressed down on me. I exhaled sharply at the long length of him. I knew he was well endowed and how sore I would feel for a few days every time I would sit down. I wanted to cherish that soreness.

  With dazed eyes, I watched him remove his pants and boxers, my lips wetting and throat going dry at the naked sight of him. Ethan Kane was truly magnificent. And at that moment, I wanted his throbbing magnificence inside me.

  The bed dipped as he hovered above me, my eyes watching him, the guarded expression in them. I clenched the sheets between my fists, seeing that. We had made sure we were clean and even showed us our tests just to be clear. I trusted him.

  Swallowing a small gulp of air, I whispered, “Be gentle, E.”

  The guarded expression melted away into a soft one, his muscular frame pressing against my soft curves. He kissed me, softly, gently, nipping at my lower lip before whispering, “Of course, Bella. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  My body melted underneath his, his fingers entwined with mine as he pulled them above my head, pressing down our adjoined hands in the cold sheets. He pushed his hips forward, aligning himself between my thighs as I spread my legs for him, locking them around his waist.

  My breathing increased when he coated his tip with my wetness, our eyes never leaving each other as if lost in our passion of galaxies. My lips parted when he pushed himself inside me, slowly, achingly, tenderly as my walls stretched to accommodate his wide girth and length. It hurt, my body burned with the pain, my hands squeezing his as he felt the pressure of it. I was thankful for his fingers entwining mine when he thrust into me in one slow thrust, shoving past my walls and reaching deep inside me.

  I whimpered, closing my eyes shut at the intensity of his.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, “You feel amazing, Kiara. Your tight walls clamping me.” He enveloped my mouth in a demanding kiss as he withdrew from me before pushing forward, sliding inside me with such force that he had to squeeze my hand when my entire body rocked on the bed.

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered, slamming inside me once again with a punishing thrust.

  Tears welled in my eyes as I watched his sharp face, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. I clung to him, clenching my velvety walls around him and cherishing how wonderful he felt inside me. Raw carnal hunger ignited within me. I moved my hips matching with his slow, deep rhythm. His husky, low groans encouraging me.

  I cried out when he rolled his hips and bumped against the secretive g-spot inside me. Noticing my reaction, he repeated the same action again and again. I writhed underneath him, his hard body pressing down on me, watching me come undone as my body shuddered through bliss.

  I was overly sensitive after coming twice in a span of a few moments, but Ethan wasn’t done with me. He kissed me, swallowed the moans of my orgasm, and leaned back to watch my heaving breath. His fingers massaged my soaking core while he was still inside me, throbbing.

  “Ethan, please,” I shook my head.

  “Come on, Bella,” he said, “Give me one more. I love watching you climax.”

  “Come with me,” I pleaded when he pulled me closer, my legs locking around his strong waist. The pad of his thumb pressed on my sensitive clit as he began slowly moving in and out of me, his thrusts deeper and sharper than before, angling straight toward my spot he was well acquainted with. His mouth descended on my bare chest, latching on to the nipple while his other hand pinched and tweaked the other, eliciting soft groans from me.

  My hands wrapped around his neck when he increased his rhythm, our moans and groans echoing in the room. His hand held onto the headboard as it repeatedly slammed against the wall. The air tinged with the heavy scent of our arousal, and I couldn’t get enough of him when I pressed my nose against the crook of his neck.

  The built-up tension was too much, and I was overly sensitive as a cry left my lips, my body shivering with the need to let go. Ethan wrapped his hand around my throat, “Not yet, Kiara, hold it,” he ordered.

  The sounds of our skins slapping against each other followed his command, and I quivered, my hand holding his arm as he continued to plow into me. I felt him then, releasing my throat to dig his fingers in my hips as he pushed himself to the brink and gave a small jerk. I let go at the same time he did, spilling his warm spurts of climax inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut to the white-fiery lust when we came together after chasing our own high. I was sure that I was lost in the bliss when I heard him let out a low groan, pulling himself out of me.

  I peeked my eyes open, finding his predatory stare between my thighs. I shivered, wanting to shy away and cover-up at the way he looked at me.

  Oh no.

  The walls I had destroyed for him stood guarded when his eyes softened when they landed on me. He frowned when he saw the guarded expression on my face. The way he had been behaving for a while, I realized that he wanted more out of it.

  My baby.

  I shivered at the cold washing over my body. I couldn’t fall for him.

  “What happened?” he asked when he placed two pillows underneath my legs. “Keep your legs elevated for a few minutes.”

  Even though my resistance melted at his sweet actions, I couldn’t ignore the reality as I had done before. It would end up destroying me. Or worse, both of us. I couldn’t go through that again.

  Shaking my head at his previous question, I covered my body with a blanket, “Nothing. I . . . I am tired, that’s all.”

  He frowned, “Are you okay, Bella? Do you want a massage? Why didn’t you tell me you were—”

  “Ethan,” I stopped him, “I am fine, just tired.”

  He paused, turning around to give me a stunning view of his muscular back. I gazed at the way the slabs of muscles and prominent hard lines moved and tensed as he wore his boxers and pants. He looked at me, the air turning cold in the room as his gaze hardened.

  “What do you want, Kiara?” he asked, his voice hard and devoid of any emotion.

  “I want a baby.” I lied, my voice betraying my emotions.

  He nodded to himself, “Right. I will see you tomorrow.”

  With that sharp tone, he left, s
lamming the door shut behind him. I shivered and hugged the blanket. Somehow, I knew that even though we had talked about this earlier, tonight had changed everything between us. Even the deal of having his baby. With tears welling in my eyes, I fell asleep with his scent overpowering me.

  Walking out of Kiara’s room while she hid under the covers must be one of the hardest things I had ever done. I had known something was off when she stared at me with her golden wide eyes. She was pulling away and I could see that. But hearing what she wanted from me gave me a cold shower of reality that we were doing this for a baby. Her baby. All I was meant to do was put a baby inside her and move on.

  I clenched my fists, turning the shower to cold. I didn’t know why I thought she was opening up to me. All her flirty eyes, secretive smiles meant nothing now. It wasn’t even her fault for saying the truth to me. We both had been clear about our needs from before. I get to play with her body, and she gets to have a baby. Simple as that.

  Then why does my chest feel hollow?

  Kiara Sharma surrounded me with her feminine scent. She was all over me. Fuck, I can still taste her sweetness on my lips. The feel of her tight walls clamping on me as if her body didn’t want to let go of me. I wanted to go back to her room and take her again, demanding that I hadn’t played with her. The need to control her was overwhelming, but I knew I would ruin whatever we had if I acted like a caveman right now.

  I would deal with her tomorrow, taking and controlling her body however I wanted.

  My coach called Liam and me early in the morning for extra laps. This time, I surpassed Liam with ease, and he congratulated me for it. After showering in the locker room and changing, Liam asked me, “So what happened?”

  I shrugged.

  He sighed. “Did something happen with Kiara?”

  I glared at him, “How did you know? Did you talk to her?”

  Liam smirked at me, his grey eyes glinting with mischief. “I don’t have a death wish, Kane. It’s all over your face. You pushed past your limits because something is on your mind.”