The Temptation of Lila and Ethan ts-3

by Jessica Sorensen

  Ethan is worth the risk.

  Ethan

  I told her I loved her and she said it back. I’m going against everything I believe in and I don’t care. I want her. Want to be with her. Want to do everything with her and the feeling is strange, crazy, unnatural to me, yet it makes me content.

  As my fingers wander all over her body, the contentment shifts to passion. I’m trying to take it slow, not wanting her to think that sex is all I’m after, but the desire to feel her, thrust inside her, press our bodies together becomes too overpowering. I rip off her bra, flip her on her back, and cover her body with mine. I suck on her nipples and she keeps whimpering and tugging at my hair and it only makes me more anxious to be inside her. Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I kiss a path down her stomach and spread her legs apart with my hands. She lets out a sequence of moans as I slide my fingers inside her and feel her thoroughly until she screams out my name. When I pull them out, she starts to protest until I bury my face between her legs and slip my tongue inside the spot where my fingers just left.

  “Jesus… Ethan…” She groans breathlessly, her hips arching up as she threads her fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots. I kiss her and lick her until she’s quivering and my dick feels like it’s going to explode. Then I move my lips toward her mouth, but she sits up.

  Her blue eyes are glazed over as she reaches for the button of my jeans and she flicks it undone, her fingers shaking as she attempts to remove my pants. I help her out and slip out of the jeans and my boxers and kick them to the side. I reach for her panties and jerk them down her legs, noting that she’s quivering. I toss them aside, and then take a condom out of the back pocket of my jeans. I’m about to thrust inside, but pause. She’s trembling even more and I’m starting to grow worried.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, needing to make sure because I know what she’s been through and the last thing I ever want to do is pressure her.

  She nods her head up and down, her legs opening up as I kneel between them, her hair spread all over the pillow. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re shaking, though.”

  “I know… I just want this—I want you. Really, really bad.”

  Relief washes through me as I lower myself over her, lining our bodies together, and prop an arm on each side of her head. I kiss her tenderly, trying to calm her down, but she continues to shiver and it only amplifies when I slowly slip inside her.

  “Oh my God…” she cries out, writhing her hips to meet my movement, nearly pushing me over the edge way too soon. “It feels so good… it does… God, I love you…”

  The ecstasy in her eyes makes it hard not to come and the sound of those words leaving her lips makes the sensation even more intense. I thrust inside her, over and over again, thinking only about her, feeling every part of it, our bodies connecting. I’d always believed that love was never worth it. That if I loved someone we’d eventually ruin each other, but this has to be different. What I’m feeling right now has to mean something more. This has to be real love.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper, sealing our lips together and ultimately our hearts.

  Epilogue

  Lila

  Ella seemed really nervous when we left her at the house to finish getting ready. But I’m sure it’s normal, since she’s about to commit herself to one person forever. I would have stayed with her, but I wanted to decorate around the cliff area where they are getting married. I picked up some flowers and candles on my way down, hoping to spruce up the dirt area as much as I could. Micha and Ethan helped me out and then we took a cab to the cliff so Ella could have the car. Luckily the wind wasn’t blowing, otherwise the flames wouldn’t have stayed lit and the flowers would have blown away. Thankfully, for one day, the weather decided to be nearly perfect, the sky almost blue, the waves of the ocean content, and the temperature lukewarm, especially for December.

  Ethan and I are standing near the edge of a short cliff, the ocean out before us. The sun shines brightly down onto the sand and glows against my skin. Micha is standing next to the minister, waiting for Ella to get here. It’s been amazing to watch the two of them and what they’ve gone through to get to this place and I find myself wondering if I’ll ever get here myself. Maybe. Someday. Hopefully. But right now I’m just focusing on Ethan and the fact that he makes me feel happy, one day at a time. And I mean genuinely, freely, breathtakingly happy.

  “You know I hate weddings, right?” Ethan remarks, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. “They’re super cheesy.”

  “I thought you liked cheesy.” I nudge him with my elbow a little roughly and he winces.

  He rolls his eyes, fidgeting with the collar of his button-down shirt that I made him wear. “Just so you know, I’ll have my cheesy and nice moments, but most of the time I’ll probably be a douche.”

  I roll my eyes in response to his eye roll and smooth out the wrinkles of my red dress. “You’re such a liar. In fact, there are very few times I’ve ever thought you were a douche.”

  He turns his head toward me, slipping his fingers through mine. “Not even when I told you to sell your clothes.”

  I shake my head, holding his gaze. “I might have when you said it, but now I’m thankful you did… You changed me, Ethan Gregory, and in a good way.”

  He rolls his eyes, but then leans in and kisses my cheek. “I love you.”

  I smile. “I love you, too.”

  “Do you feel like you’re about to watch something you created?” I remark, resting my head on his shoulder as I watch Micha and the minister talking to each other. “I mean, if it wasn’t for us encouraging them to be together, they probably wouldn’t be here.”

  He tips his head down and rests his cheek on my head. “I think you’re right. We are pretty amazing together.”

  I shut my eyes, breathing in his words. Together. He’s said it so much, yet each time it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. “We really are.”

  I’m enjoying the moment, basking in Ethan’s scent, the feel of him next to me, and how he makes me feel so complete inside instead of empty. I’m not even that jealous that Ella is going to be getting married in just a few minutes, if she’d just get her damn ass down here. In fact, I’m happy for her.

  I’m seriously considering keeping my eyes shut forever and staying in the moment as long as possible, but the sound of Ethan’s voice causes me to open my eyes.

  “Where are you going, man?” he says as Micha heads off toward the turnout area where the taxi dropped us off.

  He shakes his head, holding up his phone. “Ella just called, but the reception here sucks and dropped my call.” He doesn’t seem worried or anything but all I keep thinking about is how worried Ella looked when I left her at the house.

  We wait around for a while, and the minister’s starting to look worried, too.

  “What if something’s wrong?” I ask, glancing back in the direction of where the turnout area is.

  “I’m sure it’ll be okay,” he says with a shrug, but there’s a hint of doubt in his tone. We’ve both seen so much happen between the two of them—and with our own lives—that we know better than to think everything will always work out.

  “Hey, quit worrying,” Ethan says, hooking his finger underneath my chin and forcing me to look at him. “It’ll all work out.”

  “How do you know that, though? I mean, what if it doesn’t?”

  “It will,” he insists, gazing out at the ocean. “Now would you relax?”

  “I’m trying.” I sigh, fidgeting with my hair.

  The sunlight reflects in his eyes as he contemplates something deeply. “You know what? I have an idea that will get you to calm down.” He steps toward the cliff, grabbing my arm and hauling me with him. “I say we jump, like how Ella and Micha did right before she moved the ring.”

  I blink at him, stunned. “They jumped off a cliff right before they officially got engaged. Who told you that?”

  He shrugs. “Micha did.”


  I sigh, wishing Ella would have told me herself. “Well, there’s no way I’m doing it.”

  Ethan grins at me as he reaches into his pockets, takes out his wallet and cell phone, and tosses it on the ground. “Why not?”

  I warily glance over the cliff, watching the waves crash against the rocky shore. “Because it looks dangerous and I could drown.”

  “I would never let you drown,” he says earnestly. “I’d never let anything happen to you.”

  “I know you wouldn’t,” I say and I mean it. Whether he’ll admit it or not, he saved me, not just from the drugs but from myself. I place my hand in his, trusting him, and we inch toward the edge. “We’ll be wet for the wedding,” I say. “What if Ella gets mad?”

  He rolls his eyes. “I doubt Ella’s going to get mad at you for being soaking wet at her wedding. In fact, she’ll probably love you for doing something as dangerous as cliff jumping.”

  He’s right. She probably will, so I nod and clutch on to his hand. Neither of us counts off, yet somehow we manage to jump at the same time, like we’re in tune with each other’s thoughts. When we land, he still has my hand and we swim to the top together. We burst through the surface and I gasp for air, looking back up at the cliff.

  “God, I can’t believe I just did that,” I say, raising my hands above my head, my body dripping with water. I feel so liberated.

  “Feels good to be bad.” He grins and winks at me. Water drips down his hair and his face, pooling on his eyelashes. He moves his arms, paddling to keep himself afloat as waves lull against the rocks.

  “It kind of does.” I swim after him, then float just in front of him when he stops moving.

  He smiles at me. “So what’s next on your bad-girl list? We have you out of those stuffy clothes, you cut your hair, and we’ve got you looking for a job.”

  I consider what he said as the water laps against my body. “How about a road trip?”

  His expression is blank as he stares at me, the water hitting against his back. “You think you can handle that?”

  I shrug. “If you think you can handle being with me like that.”

  He’s emotionless for only a moment, but then lets a grin emerge from his lips. “I can handle that and more.” He grabs my waist and drags me to him, crashing our lips together as powerfully as the waves hitting the sand.

  I kiss him back, only pulling away for a moment to whisper, “Okay, then, it’s a deal.”

  I return my lips to his and kiss him while the sun lowers in the sky, casting rays of pink and orange across the sky. The moment is perfect, even to a girl who never really believed in perfection, but who kind of does now. Ethan is perfection in a strange sort of way, if I really look at it, because he’s real with me and I love him. He’s not artificial and not what I’m supposed to have. In fact, if my mother were here, she’d tell me a thousand reasons why he’s wrong for me, from the fact that he had tattoos to the fact that he’s poor. He’s the opposite of everything I was, but not what I am now, and that’s all that matters.

  He’s what I want. What I need. He’s the only guy who’s ever made me worthy of love. He changed me in the best way possible and showed me that it was okay to love someone. That not everyone out there will break and crush my heart. And the best part of all, the thing that I will forever love him for, is that he showed me that I was worth loving.

  After we finish kissing, we swim to the shore and then hike back up to the path that leads to the cliff area we jumped from. I’m so happy at the moment, I can’t stop smiling, until we get up there, then all my happiness diminishes.

  The minister is gone and Micha is sitting there by himself on a rock with his phone in his hand. His shoulders are hunched over and his head is hung low.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, rushing over to him.

  He raises his head up and it looks like he’s about to cry. “I can’t get ahold of Ella. I don’t think she’s coming.”

  “Of course she is,” I say, wringing the water out of the bottom of my dress. “She’s probably just running late.”

  He shakes his head. “That still doesn’t explain why she won’t answer her phone. And she was acting weird this morning, too.”

  I bite down on my bottom lip because I noticed Ella’s weirdness, too. I turn to Ethan and stick out my hand. “Give me your phone.”

  His forehead creases as he walks backward and scoops up his phone off the ground. “Why? What are you going to do?”

  I take the phone from him and smile. “I’m going to get ahold of Ella and get her down there, so these two can finally get where they should have been a long time ago.”

  He smiles and then leans in to give me a deep, passionate kiss that warms me from head to toe and it fills me with the determination that Ella and Micha are going to work out, just like Ethan and I hopefully will. Because he makes me happy and loves me, like Micha makes Ella happy and loves her, and really when it all comes down to it, happiness and love are what’s most important and what makes life worth living.

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  The Ever After of Ella And Micha.

  Chapter One

  Micha

  I’m trying not to think of all the messed up reasons why Ella wouldn’t show up to our wedding, but it’s fucking hard. After everything we’ve been through, she didn’t even call or leave me a note. My thoughts keep drifting back to the day after we kissed on the bridge and afterward how she told me that she loved me. I’d gone over to her house the next morning, ready to talk about it—talk about us—hoping she hadn’t changed her mind overnight and after she’d sobered up.

  When I climbed up that tree and ducked into her room, all I found was an empty bed. She was gone and that was worse than just dealing with an Ella in denial over her feelings for me. I knew she loved me even if she wouldn’t admit it, and I could handle that if it meant she was still in my life. But having her gone, missing from my life, having no idea where she was, was like losing my arm—or my heart. And right now, I feel like I’m verging toward that place again.

  The cab driver is moving at the pace of a snail down the road that leads to Ella’s and my secluded neighborhood and it’s driving me crazy. He actually looked at Lila, Ethan, and me like we were the ones who were insane when we’d hopped into the cab and I told him to drive as fast as possible and to not worry about the speed limit.

  “Can’t you drive any faster at all?” I ask, thrumming my fingers on top of my legs. “We’re barely moving.”

  He shoots me a dirty look through the rearview mirror. “I’m driving the speed limit.”

  “You say that like it’s okay,” I say, leaning forward toward the plastic window dividing the front of the cab from the back.

  “Micha, relax.” Lila touches my arm, trying to calm me down. Her blonde hair and red dress is damp from Ethan and her jumping off a cliff into the ocean. They were having fun while we waited for Ella to show up. We all should be having fun. But now I’m being stood up.

  Stood up. Shit.

  I slam my hand against the plastic, losing my cool, something I rarely do, but all I keeping thinking about is that she ran. Again. “I swear to God, you need to press down on that gas pedal or else—”

  “Micha,” Lila hisses, her blue eyes firm on me as she grabs my arm and jerks it away from the plastic window. “That’s not helping.”

  I rake my fingers through my hair and then unbutton the top button of my shirt because it’s suffocating me. Lila hits redial on her phone, trying to call Ella for the hundredth time, but it goes straight to her voicemail. Ethan’s hardly said anything, however I know what he’s thinking—that I should have expected this. But that’s the thing he doesn’t get. Yes, Ella does this kind of stuff a lot but it’s because she’s either scared or confused or hating herself. It’s what she’s done since we were kids. I know this, just like I know that no matter what we’ll end up together.

  Finally, after an eternity, the cab pulls up in front of my house.
I don’t even bother waiting for it to come to a complete stop before I shove open the door. I toss a few bills through the slot in the window and stumble over my boots as I step out onto the curb. Ethan shouts at me to settle down, but I shrug him off and jog across the lawn, stomping over the flowers tracing the path to the front door.

  I remember when we first came to look at it. My mom knew a Realtor and she said she could hook us up with a cute house for dirt cheap, due to the fact that the owner was an old woman who bought it back when houses were affordable. Ella and I had taken our time walking around looking at the narrow bedrooms, the decent kitchen, the small backyard. I could tell she was pretending like she was uninterested, but I could see in her eyes that she loved the house.

  “So what do you think?” I’d asked, nudging her with my shoulder as she stared at the yellow shutters decorating the front side of the house.

  She’d nonchalantly shrugged, but bit her lip, which meant she was trying to suppress her enthusiasm. “It looks like a house.”

  I moved up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist, stifling a smile as I dipped my mouth toward her ear. “A house you could see yourself living in?”

  She dithered and the amusement laced her voice. “Well, me, yes, but you, I’m not so sure. Maybe we’ll have to find another place for you.”

  I pinched her ass and it made her squeal. “Don’t pretend like you’re not picturing all the many places in it that I could fuck you,” I whispered in her ear.

  She shuddered and I knew right then and there that it would be our first home. We moved in a week later and everything has been going really well for the last six months. I’ve been working on recording an album, playing in concerts, while Ella works at an art gallery and goes to school, wearing the ring on her engagement finger. She seemed happy and even content when we decided it was time to actually have the wedding. I’ll admit I would rather have had it back home where my mom could come to it, because I know she’s going to flip when she finds out we got married without her… or she would have flipped anyway. Now I’m not so sure there’s even going to be one.