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by Blue Saffire


  Ethan

  I watched as she takes her pants off slowly. I don’t have to stroke my cock to get it hard. I’m sure it will have a zipper imprint because I’m straining to get out.

  Fuck, her legs are beautiful. I’m tempted to bend her over the tub and fuck her right here, but I need to taste her first. I lift her up and place her on the vanity.

  Leaning in, I bite her neck. She grips my hair. Shit, she’s pulling tight and I love every second of it. That pleasure pain feeling makes it hard for me to breathe and my heart begins to beat to a whole new rhythm.

  I take her lips in a searing kiss and grip her ass, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. Gently, I sink my teeth into her bottom lip. I know her pussy is getting wet.

  I need it more than wet. It needs to drool. I pull her lace panties down her legs and throw them to the side.

  I dip my finger into to her warm, wet center and I flick her clit with my thumb. Her hips undulate on my hand. Shit, this isn’t enough. I step back and take off my clothing quickly.

  Retrieving a condom from my wallet, I place it on. Just as swiftly, I close the distance between us once again.

  “Do you know what I want for breakfast, Red?” My voice comes out harsh. Her head lolls to the side as I return my fingers to making her walls clench.

  “What do you want for breakfast, baby?” She’s about to come. I pull my fingers out and I lick each one while looking her straight in the eyes.

  “I want your pussy.”

  I pull her down from the counter and turn her around. The mirror in front of us reflects our lust filled, horny as fuck expressions. I smack her ass just to see it jiggle.

  “Fuck.” I smack it again. “Stand on your toes and hold onto the sink.”

  I stoop low and part her butt cheeks. Her pussy creams against her dark skin.

  “Ask me what I’m going to do with your pussy?” I lean forward and run my tongue right near her butt hole.

  “Oh Jesus, Eth.” I can hear her nails clicking against the sink as she tries to find purchase, something to anchor her.

  I smack her ass once again, hard. “I’m not about to do anything holy to you, baby. Don’t call God into this.”

  I move my finger back and forth over her folds. “Ask me?”

  “Shit, Eth, I can’t do that shit.”

  I bite her ass cheek. “Ask me or I won’t fuck this pussy.”

  She whimpers. “What are you going to do, Eth?”

  “I’m going to eat it ‘til you scream my name. Ask me what else?” I push my finger into her.

  “Oh, shit Eth, baby. What else?” Desperation fills her voice.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my dick and then you can tell me where to come.”

  She’s beyond comprehension as her moans fill the room and her hips rock. I part her cheeks and I dive right in. I love her taste. I suck on her swollen lips. Parting them, I start working on her magic spot.

  “Shit, I need more.” I raise her leg onto the sink. She arches her ass a little bit more for better access. Perfect, I start to feast on her like I’m truly having her for breakfast.

  Her body shakes. I lock onto her nub and suck the shit out of it. She makes that sound that drives me crazy. The sucking in of the air like it’s too hot to handle.

  She leans back and holds my head. While she begins to ride my face, her juices spread over my five o’clock shadow. I hold her ass and pull her close to my greedy mouth.

  “Shit, baby I’m coming.” She quakes and cries out. I get up and I enter her from behind as she continues to convulse.

  I look at our reflection, our bodies are sweaty. I reach to pull her tank top and bra down under her breasts. Her nipples are hard. I pinch one between my fingertips. She rolls her head back and gives a guttural moan.

  “Fuck, give it to me,” I moan.

  “Fuck me harder please, baby,” she begs.

  She places her hands on the mirror. I hold her hips and start to pound until the mirror in front of us shakes. “I’m coming again.”

  I increase my speed as she claws at the mirror screaming my name.

  “Where should I come?”

  She smiles. “My mouth.”

  I pull out of her. Quickly, she turns and kneels down. Throwing her head back, she sticks her tongue out. That does it, I came right on her tongue, but she isn’t finished with me.

  She takes my cock in both of her hands and begins to suck any remnants of my soul right out of me. I fuck her face and pull at her short hair. My knees become jelly.

  I collapse on the floor, pulling her with me, my breathing harsh and uneven. We both lie on the cold marble floor. I have no idea what I’m going to do with her, but letting her go isn’t a part of my thoughts.

  Amelia

  I can still feel Ethan pounding into me as I sit in this campaign meeting. I shift in my seat. I shake my head, trying to pay attention to what’s being said. My nipples brush against the lace of my bra and my body ignites. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “Are you paying attention?” Piper asks.

  “Yes, I am,” I reply as I fix my shirt.

  After all the strategies are discussed, I walk back to my office and sit down behind my desk. That meeting totally drained me. I rest my head on the cool surface. I just need five minutes of meditation and I will be all right.

  Someone shoves my shoulder. Raising my head up slowly, I find Mrs. Beal looking at me with a smug expression.

  “I have never seen you this tired, Ms. Huntsman.”

  Am I drooling? I grab a piece of tissue and I wipe my face. How embarrassing. I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep.

  “Thanks for waking me up. How long have I been out?” I ask as I open my bottled water and sip it.

  “Two hours, Ms. Huntsman,” Mrs. Beal says softly.

  “Really? What the hell is wrong with me? I need to go to the gym.”

  Mrs. Beal clears her throat. “Not to be rude, Ms. Huntsman, but could you be…”

  She gives me a pointed look. “Be what, Mrs. Beal? I got my flu shot.”

  “Pregnant, could you be pregnant?” she says.

  “No, I can’t. I mean, no. No way.” I think about the carrots and peanut butter combo and the multiple orgasms that I had at the house. I feel so tired. The broken condom.

  I grab my bag. “Have Piper call me in an hour, please.”

  “You have a meeting with the other nominee today. Mr. Huntsman.”

  I haven’t spoken to my father since my self-nomination, but part of protocol dictates that I do. “Set it for tomorrow. Send my apologies.”

  I drive to the doctor’s office with a heavy mind. If anyone can find out what’s wrong with me, it’s Dr. Linda Harpman.

  Not too much later, I’m sitting in scrubs waiting for Harpman to come back in with the results. These white walls are making me nervous as I swing my feet over the edge of the examination table.

  The door opens and Dr. Harpman walks in. As always, her beautiful brown skin glows, showing off her Indian heritage. She’s a friend of mine and one of the best doctors that I know.

  “So?” I ask.

  “So, can I be a godmother? You’re pregnant, Amelia. I’m thinking you’re about six weeks,” She smiles as she squeezes my hand.

  I can’t help crying. I know it’s an ugly cry, but I could care less. I’m getting a chance to be a mommy again and this time I’m the one in control.

  “Luckily, you’re healthy—”

  “Is it okay to still run for Mayor?” I ask, because I will give up everything to protect my baby.

  “Pregnancy, despite what people think, isn’t a disease. Yes, you can run. However, you need to follow the diet I give you. Take this prenatal vitamin I’m prescribing and rest when you need to.”

  I cover my stomach with my hands. I promise here and now to protect my baby with everything I have. Oh my god, I’m pregnant with Ethan’s baby again. My heart squeezes with joy and worry.

  “Is that i
t?”

  “That’s it, congratulations. Your next appointment is in six weeks.” She gives me a big smile and tugs me in for a hug before she leaves the room. I slide off the table and take my phone out. I have to call Ethan.

  I dial his number and wait.

  “Red, everything okay?”

  “Hey, yes, I’m good. We need to talk.”

  Chapter 15

  Old Friends

  Ethan

  I hate a couple of words in the English language, but there are no set of words that I hate more than we need to talk.

  Red just called asking me to meet her at grandmother’s house later. We need to talk. I wanted to ask her about what?

  In truth, I need to talk to her about her father and the possibility of him going to jail. However, time doesn’t permit me to do so. I’m on my way to meet Cian for a secret meeting to take down her father and his company.

  I may have fallen in love with her again, but my plan for revenge against her father will remain in play. I’m taking everything he has. The next step in doing that is this meeting with Cian.

  I pull into the old warehouse and my friend from my past is leaning against an old rusty deep freezer. Cian Reed has been someone I’ve been able to count on. I can’t say that about many.

  “I was starting to wonder if I walked into a trap,” Cian says seriously.

  I smile broadly. “The only people trying to trap you are the socialites that you continuously fuck.” I reach for his hand and pull him into a hug. “My man, thanks for coming.”

  “Never a problem.”

  “I thought your brothers were coming with you. How are they?”

  “Nah, they couldn’t make it. They’re good. Pains in my ass.”

  “Sounds about right.”

  “Is that fresh blood?” Cian asks.

  I look down at the stain on the concrete. I’ll have to get a cleaner out here. I shrug and bring my gaze back to Cian’s.

  “Yes.”

  “Is the person dead or alive?”

  For some reason, I find that question to be funny. “I should’ve killed his ass, but he’s alive. Still serving a purpose.”

  “The contracts are drawn up and everything is going as planned. He’s called me twice since I’ve arrived,” Cian says moving right past the conversation of blood.

  “Good, I want him to be eager.”

  “How much did you find out?”

  “For one thing, through Draco he’s the main supplier of the drug Flakka in Penndel.”

  Cian’s face looks puzzled, he puts his hands into his long gray trench coat. “What the hell is Flakka?”

  “It’s the drug that makes you act like a zombie. Some people are cutting it with Fentanyl.”

  “Do the police know?” Taking out his phone he starts to type, no doubt making notes.

  “Yes, but he’s not aware they’re onto him. He’ll be arrested soon.”

  “I’m meeting with him on Friday. Should we move that up? An arrest could lead to frozen assets.”

  He’s right. I give a curt nod. “How about you tell him you need to close this deal in the morning. Make it look like you have pressing business back home. It’s now or never. He’ll be chomping at the bit to sign,” I say thoughtfully.

  “On it. I’ll text you when it’s done. You can come by my hotel after and we’ll get you signed over as the new CEO to Draco.”

  With a grin, I shake my friend’s hand. The plan is solid. It’s only a matter of a few hours now.

  “What’s the deal with you and my sister?” I want to know. I have to be sure I don’t need to give him a black eye.

  “I told her I don’t do love or relationships. She didn’t take kindly to it, so she gave me her right hook and a left.” He rubs his jaw as if still remembering Jalyn’s attack.

  I know why he doesn’t do those things. It’s the reason I warned Jay off. My sister is just hard headed.

  “Have you found her yet?” I ask.

  The her I’m referring to is a friend of Cian’s that got lost in the system. He’s been searching for her for years. I wish I could do more to help him find her. I know it’s important to him.

  “No. I’ve tried everything. I got a few leads, but they turned cold.” His expression becomes sober. Passing his hand through his jet-black hair, he pauses and inspects the ground.

  “How about your girl? How’s that going?” he asks after a beat.

  I exhale thinking about Red and the journey we’ve been on. Not to mention this talk we need to have. I don’t know what to think about where we are. She could be planning to drop a bomb on me. After all, I’m not running for mayor anymore.

  “This whole thing started with me wanting to get back her and her father.” I kick the broken cement beneath me.

  “And now?”

  “Now, I want her father dead and her at my side.”

  He chortles. “That sounds a little difficult, my friend.”

  “I strive on difficult. See you later.”

  “Later.”

  Amelia

  “Oh my God, Grams, I’m so happy you are back.” I sit on my Grams’ bed as she unpacks her suitcase.

  You wouldn’t know that Grams is in her seventies. My grandmother is the classic example of black don’t crack.

  She’s my mother’s mom and like my mom, she’s tall and slender. Gram has spiraling natural grey curls that she leaves loose and carefree. Her skin looks like toffee with a hint of chocolate.

  She was a model in her heyday then she met my grandfather and settled down. Though my gramps died, she still travels and visits my aunties and cousins a lot. She’s the best grams a girl could ask for. After Ethan and I broke up, I moved in with her permanently and she helped me get back on my feet.

  “Well, I would’ve been home sooner, but Edmond asked me to come to the Netherlands with him.” She grins when she says the name Edmond.

  “Um, who’s Edmond?”

  “The captain of the cruise that I was on. He’s so fine.”

  I make a gagging sound. “Eww, Grams, please.”

  “Look here, child, I’m seventy-four, I’m not dead. Thank god, he isn’t either.” She fans herself dramatically.

  “Oh my god, Grams, no.” I wrap my hands around my neck as if I’m dying from this topic.

  “I heard the Wulf boy is back. Told him the truth yet?”

  “No.” I look down at my torn jeans.

  “You need to tell him the truth. Tell him everything.”

  I start to cry. “I can’t. Besides, what good would it do now?”

  “It would bring you peace, baby girl.”

  I forgot what peace felt like the moment Ethan left Penndel. The ache of losing him was so great. It was a sacrifice that has haunted me all these years.

  “I have one more thing to tell you, Grams.”

  “What, baby? You’re preggie and the baby is Ethan’s.”

  I blink at her. “How do you know?”

  “Honey child, you have been eating nonstop since I arrived. Plus, I had the fish dream.”

  I roll my eyes. “Grams, please.”

  “The fish dream is always right, so it’s either you or Olivia.” She smiles and holds my face.

  “Tell him the truth, baby.”

  I nod my head in agreement. The only way forward is for him to know the truth of what happened back then. I have to think about our baby growing inside me.

  “I always hated those words. The last time I heard them, I was on my knees bleeding,” Ethan says as he leans on the doorjamb of my grandmother’s bedroom.

  Grams smiles brightly. “Why Ethan Wulf, looking like a handsome Devil.” She moves to the door to embrace him.

  He hugs my grams as he locks his green eyes on me. “Good to see you, Mrs. Johnson.”

  “Always a pleasure. I’m going to leave you two for a while. I’m going downstairs.” She pats his shoulder and leaves.

  Ethan

  “What do you want to talk about?” I return
to leaning against the entrance to Grams’ bedroom.

  A familiar energy surrounds me. Like I’ve been here before, in this very moment. I know something’s off. Her body language is tight, as if she’s afraid.

  Is she afraid of me? I would never hurt her. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

  Enough of this. “What the fuck do you want to talk about?” I repeat.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  I’m stunned for a minute. It feels like the wind has just been knocked out of me. I become irritable for some reason I can’t explain. A part of me doesn’t think it’s possible. She has to be lying.

  “I thought you were on the pill and we used a condom.” I start to pace.

  “I am… I was, and the condom broke that day at the office,” she replies and shifts on the bed.

  “And you didn’t tell me?”

  “You disappeared for three days. When was I supposed to tell you?”

  “Do you want to abort it?” I ask her calmly, but I feel like I have a war going on inside me.

  “What? Oh God, no.”

  “Why do you sound appalled, you did it last time?” Just like that my rage is ignited.

  “Ethan our circumstances have changed. We’re in a different place.”

  “You’re right, it has changed. I’m rich.”

  “Fuck you, Ethan Wulf.” She stands and walks to me.

  “No, that’s what I did to you and now you’re pregnant.” I hear the slap before I feel the pain spread across my cheeks.

  “I get it. You’re angry, but don’t be an ass.”

  “I can’t un-fuck-you, Red. Even though that’s what you would like me to do.” She raises her hand to slap me again, but I catch it.

  “I allowed it once, but never a second time.” I drop her hand like a disease. “What do you want to do, Red?”

  “I’m keeping it.”

  “Good for you then.”

  “Ethan.”

  I have no idea where to go from here. I’m going to be a father, but part of me is afraid that the chance will be ripped away from me again. I feel concern not only for Red, but for our child. Yet, I can’t bring myself to go through with losing them both again.

 

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