by Mahi Mistry
A long moan escaped my parted lips when Ethan slowly slid inside me, his eyes never leaving my face as we made love, holding onto each other’s bodies and groaning each other’s name until we forgot our own.
I was sure Ethan Kane was ruining me for good the next morning.
As I was getting ready for the school, I had to stop myself from wincing at the sweet soreness from between my legs and the light pink hue on my ass. My cheeks were as red as tomatoes as I applied the lotion he had used last night to help with the healing. I will remember him every time I sit or move today.
Blood rushed to my cheeks as I took my handbag to the living room, making sure I had all my notes, books, and my laptop with me. When I turned to the kitchen to make breakfast, I noticed a big parcel wrapped in a red ribbon with a note,
I know you always wanted this edition. I hope you like it.
P.S. Breakfast is on the pan.
E
A smile lit up my face as I tugged off the red ribbon and opened the gift paper to reveal a beautiful hardcover of one of my favorite authors, Jane Austen. It was The Complete Novels of Jane Austen in lilac purple leather-bound hardcover. The book was heavy, but I was in utter awe at its beauty and the intricate design on the front cover. I loved it. I adored it, and I knew if I could, I would keep this edition on a pedestal.
Ethan had gifted me with this beauty. My heart melted, and I re-read his note once again, his handwriting sloped and perfectly aligned. His penmanship had always been beautiful, and I was always jealous because my handwriting changed on every page. I bit my lip when I read the last line again. Had he made breakfast for me?
I opened the lid of the pan to see fried eggs in a heart shape. I chuckled at the eggs and served them on a plate he had already readied for me with the buttered toast and avocado.
Did he make all this? How did he have the time to wake up before me, get the book, and make breakfast?
I shook my head at the breakfast and the book.
Somehow, I knew today was going to be a long day.
I was right.
My eyes widened when I saw a lunchbox on my desk in the classroom. The students giggled when I hurriedly kept the lunchbox in my drawer and pretended as if Ethan hadn’t kept it. How did he know I wouldn’t bring lunch today?
Ignoring the urge to open it, I focused on today’s class, giving them a stern look when they groaned at today’s assignment. I helped them when they solved it, raising questions so they could solve it on their own. I was proud of every student in my class and adored everyone. They always worked hard on their tests and never stopped asking for questions.
I had a break after two lectures, so I worked in my office and wrote. I still hadn’t opened the lunchbox to read another note or even see what he had cooked for me. I needed to focus on my writing.
Someone knocked on the door. I smiled, lifting my eyes from my laptop screen to—
“Ethan, what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice a bit squeaky because I didn’t think he would be in school today.
Not to mention, he looked extremely edible in a charcoal suit and a crisp grey shirt underneath it. The first two buttons were undone, and my mouth ran dry when I noticed the hint of his tan chest. Fuck, I have it bad for him. He smiled at me, closing and locking the door behind him. I swallowed the gulp as he loomed in front of my desk, his tall height making the office look cramped.
Walking over to my side, he leaned down, his sharp musky male scent wafting in my nose. I took a greedy inhale of his delicious cologne when he kissed my cheek and purred in my ear, “Hello, Kiara.”
I crossed my legs, clenching my sex, and managed to say, “Hi!”
Yes, I definitely had it bad. And he knew that too.
Ethan smiled down at me, turning my chair toward him, making me face him. “How are you feeling now?” he asked, his voice less mischievous than before.
I lifted my eyes from his crotch to his face and leaned back on my chair, as far as I could lean back. “I am feeling good, actually.”
He hummed, his intense eyes gazing at me, my underwear flooding with arousal as I clenched my fingers on the hem of my skirt. His blue-green eyes flickered to them, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
He knew.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, his voice deep and smoky, rumbling a sexual urge deep inside me.
I shook my head, my mouth going dry when he kneeled in front of me in his expensive suit.
He looked so beautiful and handsome, it made me want to weep. It should be illegal to look that good. Especially walking out in the open wearing that suit.
What the hell, Kiara? I am spouting rubbish in my brain now.
“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice higher than usual.
He let out a small chuckle before pulling me closer by dragging my chair toward him. I took a sharp breath when he spread my knees, settling his hands on my waist. With glittering eyes, he said, “Emma, the model who was harassed by Richard Jane, pressed charges against him and his cameraman. She told the truth that I punched him for pushing her down.”
I cupped his cheeks, my grin wide, “That’s wonderful news, Ethan! I am glad you won’t be portrayed as the bad guy anymore. I am happy that she told what truly happened.”
He smiled at me, his eyes bright with green and blue colors dancing in them. They were mesmerizing, and I could never stop staring at them.
“So am I.”
“I am here to celebrate with you,” he said, which sounded more like an order than a plea.
“How are you going to celebrate?”
His eyes clouded with lust when he lifted up my skirt, “With my tongue inside your pussy.”
My eyes were wide watching his fingers pushing up my black skirt, his skin warm against mine. I bit my lip, holding the hem, and squirmed when his dark eyes pinned on the wet spot of my underwear. I tried closing my legs, but his hold was strong as his eyes raised up to meet my face.
“Ethan, what if someone comes in? We are at school,” I said weakly.
“Kiara, we fucked in a school bathroom stall. I need to taste you. Let me.”
My face turned red remembering young Ethan taking me from behind in a stall, thrusting inside me so hard that the door rattled. A gasp left my lips when his finger pressed over my tight nub, slowly rubbing it through the lace. I breathed loudly when he pulled away to remove my underwear, sliding it down my legs and tucking it in his pocket.
“You are insatiable,” I whispered when he threw my legs over his broad shoulders.
Ethan smirked, his face close to my bare sex. “You love it, Bella,” he said, pressing soft kisses on my thighs.
I watched him, his silky onyx hair gripped tightly between my fingers when his warm breath fanned over my hip bones, his mouth closer to where I wanted him the most.
I would always remember this celebration.
“Always soaking wet for me,” he said, his finger sliding over my slicked lips. He pushed it inside me, a soft moan leaving my lips.
“Tell me, Kiara, do you want my tongue in your cunt?” he asked, his voice a silky whisper.
I shivered at his tone and his words, which pulled at something darker within me.
My legs parted of their own accord and I stared at him with my half-lidded eyes, “Yes, Ethan.”
Two of his fingers pressed inside me, his digits fucking me slowly when a lazy smile crossed his lips.
Oh no.
“Oh, yes,” he purred, kissing my clitoris. “Hello, mate. It’s been long, eh?”
I tugged at his hair, “Ethan, no, you said you were going to celebrate—ah! Fuck, that feels so good.”
His thumb rubbed my nub when he leaned back to grin at me. “I am. Say what you want, and I will give it to you, Bella.”
I muttered quickly, but he didn’t hear me.
“Louder, Kiara.”
“I . . . I want your tongue in my pussy.”
I couldn’t meet his gaze when I was so fluste
red. I can’t believe I just said that.
“Good girl.”
His fingers pulled out of me and were replaced by a pair of lips. The tantalizing electric sensation of his lips, tongue, and teeth on my sensitive nub shot a bolt throughout my body. My back arched from the chair, but Ethan held me, his tongue lapping over my soaking lips as if he was licking his favorite candy.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled between his kisses, and I had to stifle my loud moan when his tongue fucked me.
My body trembled beneath him, my abdomen clenched with the anticipation, and my legs trembling as he increased his pace. I jumped when his palms held my ass, holding it lightly and lifting me up so he could get the right angle.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted, my eyes squeezed shut while I tugged at his hair, “Ethan, I am going to come!”
“Let it go, Bella, cum on my mouth.”
Ethan sucked my pleasure nub, flicking it with his tongue as my body exploded with an orgasm, white-hot lust blinding my eyes. I tugged at his hair and groaned loudly when my body trembled, aching in sweet, pleasurable bliss. Thankfully, Ethan had muffled my groans by cupping my mouth and now he was licking me up. I let go of his hair and wiped the tears that had escaped my eyes.
I could never forget the sight of him between my legs.
When he pulled away, satisfied, he had a Cheshire grin on his face. Cat got his cream, perhaps.
“I am not satisfied with this celebration, should I continue?” he asked, his fingers already dancing at my entrance.
I shook my head and tugged down my skirt before his fingers could seduce me again. “No . . . no more,” I said breathily, knowing there was no end to his ‘celebration.’
Ethan gave me a small pout and he looked so ridiculously funny that I laughed at him. His hair was all over the place, tousled, with his suit ruffled. He smiled at me and tugged my skirt back to its place, running his hand through my hair and patting it down.
Then he kissed me, grinning between our kisses as I tasted myself on him. I shuddered when he licked my ear, “I am keeping your thong. I want you to remember who tongue fucked you when you are teaching,” he pulled away, smiling at my dazed expression, and kissed me once more. “And when you come back home, I will take the entire night and morning celebrating with you.”
“Are we still talking about celebrating?” I asked, straightening his suit and fixing the collar of his shirt.
“Yes, we are,” he pecked my forehead. “Be home soon, Bella. I will be waiting for you.”
Ethan stood up to his full height, and I blushed like a teen when he winked at me before leaving through the door.
That man was going to be the death of me.
I groaned, covered my face, and squeezed my eyes shut. Was it possible to have cramps when you get pregnant?
Or am I getting my period?
I didn’t know.
Another small moan of pain escaped my lips when the insides of my abdomen churned. This doesn’t feel good at all. Thankfully, I was alone in my teachers’ office so no one could see me like this. I decided not to take any painkillers and focus on working and arranging the worksheets for my next class.
I frowned, looking at my stomach. Why wasn’t I getting pregnant? Ethan and I had been having sex like rabbits since he teased me and celebrated with me with his tongue while I was sitting in that same chair. He had been gentle but rough when I begged him to. The sex was definitely amazing, and neither of us wanted to part ways in our post-coital bliss so we would wake up next to each other almost every day.
Then why am I having such bad cramps?
I checked the calendar on my laptop and realized I was two days late for my period. I bit my lip and noticed that I had to visit Sabrina Young, my therapist, for a session. I had contacted her this week and had a virtual session, but I knew I needed to go see her in person and talk to her. She was my father’s friend and one of the best in her field.
My attention diverted to my phone when someone sent me a message. I unlocked the screen and read it.
Ethan: Something special is baking for you.
My eyes widened at his words, and I looked down at my stomach. Did he know? No, of course not. He must have meant something else.
Me: I wonder what that is . . .
Ethan: Come home early to find out. I will be waiting, Bella.
Despite the mild cramps, I was smiling when I went to my next class.
When I entered the house, the first thing I noticed was the delicious smell of something baking in the oven. It smelt like a bakery.
“How was your day?” Ethan asked from the couch he was sitting on, his laptop perched on his lap. He removed his eyeglasses and smiled at me as I gingerly walked toward him.
“It was okay,” I muttered and peered in the kitchen to see what he had baked.
I took a sharp breath when he stood behind me, his hands wrapping around my waist and making me face him. His eyes were bright and clear, his shirt clean with his washed pair of denim.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, nuzzling his face and pressing a small kiss on the pulse of my neck.
Taking a shaky breath, I pulled away from him. “Not really. I will go get changed.”
Ignoring his frown, I rushed inside my room and taking my pajamas, I locked myself in the washroom. I gripped the edge of the sink when I felt another burst of cramps in my lower stomach. How could I ever face him again? After knowing the truth, he would hate me. Forever.
But I knew I had to tell him. It was eating me alive.
I took a quick warm shower, and I wasn’t surprised when I saw Ethan sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me.
“What happened at school, Kiara?” he asked in his deep, husky voice. It wasn’t a command, but he wasn’t going to leave without hearing my answer either.
I sat beside him. “I got my period,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands.
For a while, he didn’t say anything and then enveloped my hand in his big ones. I sighed, feeling the soft pressure of his lips on my forehead.
“I am sorry, Bella. We can try again.”
“Don’t apologize, E.”
I squeezed his hand and took a deep breath before facing him. “I need to tell you about something else.”
He nodded, waiting patiently for me.
“Promise me you will think it through.”
Ethan lifted my hands and kissed my knuckles, “I promise, Bella. Now, tell me what’s bothering you?”
I thought back to that day in London and tears welled in my eyes. “When I was in London, I was driving with my roommate at the time, Lea. I stopped at the red light, and we were talking about her crush when—”
A teary sob escaped my throat, and he squeezed my hand, “Tell me, Bella.”
“I am so sorry, Ethan,” I sniffled. “We got into an accident. The driver of the other car was drunk. I had moved in time to cover Lea, but . . .”
“Take a deep breath,” he ordered and left my hands to stand up, “One more, Bella. Here, drink some water.”
When my breathing came back to normal, I remembered the harsh impact of the other car, the scream of Lea, and the sticky blood coating my fingers. The heaviness of my body when someone dragged me out of the car and how the last thing I had seen before losing consciousness was a shard of glass in my abdomen.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tried my best to gather myself. I had to tell him. I looked at Ethan’s worried face and said, “I saved Lea, but unfortunately my head had taken a blow. I was concussed and a shard of glass had pierced my abdomen.”
He took a sharp intake of breath, and his eyes went to my waist. “It’s better now. I woke up the next day, and the injury healed within a few days. But that’s not important.” My bottom lip trembled when I continued, “When I woke up, the first thing the doctor said to me was that he was sorry for my loss.”
Ethan shook his head, “I don’t understand.”
“I was pregnant, Ethan.”
/> As soon as I voiced out those words, silence settled in the room. Ethan stared at me, his body frozen. He blinked and shook his head.
“What?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.
“Yes, he said I was eight weeks in and the fetus had died on impact as . . . as a shard of glass was impaled in my lower abdomen,” my voice broke and warm tears slid down my face.
“You were pregnant,” he whispered, staring between me and my stomach.
“We didn’t use a condom that night, Ethan. I was still on birth control pills, but I—” A sob broke out of my throat as I said, “I am so sorry, Ethan.”
“You mean to say . . . that we made a baby while we made love to each other?” Ethan said more to himself.
“I am sorry I hid this from you. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t have the courage.”
“Until now,” Ethan said sharply, his eyes blazing with anger. “Until today.”
I tried to hold his hands, but he shook his head. Ethan stood up and paced the room, running his hands through his hair. “I need some time, Kiara. I am going out.”
“Ethan, please don’t.”
He slammed the door shut behind him as I slumped on the bed, hiding my tear-stricken face in my hands. I covered my stomach with another hand as I cried for our unborn child like I had on that day and the reality that I couldn’t save him . . . or her.
We had made love the night of the prom and I had left the next morning, but a part of Ethan had stayed with me, and I didn’t realize that the signs were all there. I had puked and my breasts were hurting and blamed the signs on jet lag or sudden weather change. That accident still shook me to my core. Even though I had saved Lea, I had let my baby die.
No, I had let our child die. I was the one responsible for it.
My heart felt heavy with lead as I drove around aimlessly. Kiara was pregnant with my child. Our baby. We had created a small life on the night of prom when we had made love with each other. My eyes welled up and I wiped a tear with my sleeve. I parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine.