Ethan had never been so happy to see someone as he was the night she arrived home. Mia had driven from Chicago through the awful snowy road conditions and the bad traffic that accompanied it. The normal three hour drive took her well over six hours.
He smiled, remembering the very happy, yet very sleepy smile she gave him when he met her in the driveway. The tour had been hard on her. She’d fallen asleep the instant her head hit the pillows until the following evening—close to seventeen hours. But when she awoke, she had been especially amorous. He definitely did not complain about that. They had a lot of catching up to do.
She had a few weeks off before she had to leave again. They spent their first Christmas together. That morning she’d prepared a wonderful breakfast of baked French toast. After that, they had exchanged gifts. She’d made a collage of all the pictures they’d taken while she was on tour and had it framed. He absolutely loved it and put it in his office right away.
Ethan may have spoiled Mia with presents similar to the way she had spoiled Kaitlyn. Present after present, Mia opened until there was just one. She knew it was jewelry. He saw it in her eyes. She had smiled widely and said to him, “I’m going to really like this, aren’t I?”
He had hoped.
She had gasped as she opened the box containing the pendant with a large round pink diamond surrounded by a row of smaller white diamonds. She rarely took off the pendant. Ethan looked over at her in the recording booth and smiled seeing it there around her neck.
He had wanted to get her something else entirely—a ring—but he didn’t want to scare her off. There would come a time soon enough when she would hopefully wear a ring of his upon her finger.
Over the holidays, she had also purchased a new brownstone up in the Lincoln Park area. A part of him knew it had made sense to buy because she was in Chicago so often, but he had wanted her to just move in with him. She’d basically been living at his place since returning from tour.
Once the football season ended, Ethan had stayed in Chicago with her, enjoying being a part of her life. He loved waking up beside her. He felt blessed every day that happened. Some days he would wake up and find her sitting in the big, comfy chair she insisted on having; writing in her notebook.
He loved seeing her create, sitting in a chair with her guitar and a notebook nearby or sitting at her piano, her fingers gliding over the keys. He loved seeing the joy on her face like she had right at the moment. Mia was happy with how that take went. Maybe they could finally leave. He could only hope.
“Okay, Mia, that’s enough for the evening. See you tomorrow,” the producer announced.
“Thanks! See you then!” she replied before taking off the headphones. She gathered her notebook and phone and left the booth. As she walked towards him, she took off the hat and released her hair from the restrictive ponytail; letting it loose. She ran her fingers through the long tendrils, and he thought he would die if she ever cut off her hair. Seriously—dead in the ground. He loved her hair that much.
When she reached him, Ethan stood up but immediately bent down to lightly kiss her beautiful mouth.
“Hey handsome,” she said, packing her stuff into her backpack. “Ready to get out of here?”
“I am,” he said, grabbing their jackets and relieving her of her bag.
“Then take me home, Jeeves,” she joked, laughing at herself. Did she really just call him Jeeves? He pinched her ass in response.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed, her lower lip quivering in an exaggerated pout.
“Toughen up, suga,” he said with a wink, as he opened the door for her.
Mia
“Ugh! The sun is almost down! I keep missing the sun!” Mia said, taking her coat from Ethan. “I was stuck in a small box of a room all day long.”
“What are you talking about? You enjoyed every minute of it!”
Putting her coat on, she smiled because he was right. Today had been a long but productive day. The album was about done. Maybe one more week and then she’d be free to spend time with Ethan without interruption until at least June and that made her pretty damn happy.
Speaking of happiness, the man beside her made her disgustingly happy. How was that possible that one person could give her that?
Mia leaned into him, wrapping an arm around his lean waist. When she looked up, he was smiling down at her. Oh yes, she definitely had plans for him when they got home. She had felt his golden eyes on her all day long. Whenever she glanced over at him, the intensity she found staring back at her stirred a longing in her, and over the course of the day, it had built up to a point where she was ready to burst.
They entered the car and she sat back to relax in the seat. As Ethan drove back home, she watched the setting sky in the side mirror, trying to focus on the sunset, but her mind wanted to focus on the not-so-pure things she wanted to do to the gorgeous quarterback sitting next to her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she observed him focusing on the drive, one hand on the steering wheel. The highway was quite empty and she smiled. Time to set her plan in motion just a touch earlier.
Mia snuggled up to him, her head on his strong shoulder. He kissed her head quickly and continued to drive. She rested her hand on the middle of his thigh and didn’t move it for awhile, wanting him to think nothing would happen. Then, slowly, she slid her hand up his thigh between his legs, lightly caressing the nice bulge already there.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice full of pleasant surprise.
“Just something I’ve wanted to do all day,” she replied, teasing him by tracing the outline of his erection before tugging on his zipper.
“You do realize I am driving?” he said unbelievably, but at the same time giving her more room to play.
“I do. I’ll be good,” she said, pulling down the zipper and sliding her hand inside.
“What is your definition of being good?” he groaned. Mia glanced up and saw that his eyes were on the road ahead, though half open. With a hint of impatience, she wrapped her hand around his thick cock. He twitched as she began to slowly, yet firmly move her hand over his hard length.
“Suga, you best be careful. As much as I want you to continue, I also don’t want us to wreck the car.”
"I affect you that much?” she asked, teasing the top with her thumb. Ethan pulsed in her hand. She paused, smiling at his reactionary response. He placed his hand on hers, making sure she continued.
“You know how much you affect me, Mia,” he said, a slight growl to his tone.
She didn’t know how he continued to drive and help her move her hand upon him. She liked his direction and took mental notes for the future. The desire to crawl on his lap was strong. She impatiently glanced up at the upcoming intersection to gauge where they were at. Only a few minutes from her place.
“Yes, I guess I do,” she said, bending down to kiss the tip.
“Oh, fuck!” he moaned.
“I have a feeling I’m going to show you how much when we get home,” Mia said, removing her hand and zipping up his jeans.
“One very good reason why I love you,” he said, accelerating the car. The smile didn’t leave her face the rest of the way home.
Ethan parked down the street from her house. She hurried out of the car. He set a brisk pace as they walked towards the house, his hand grasping hers, pulling her along. Not too many people out tonight. One reason she loved this neighborhood—the privacy.
Dashing up the stairs, Mia pulled her keys out from her backpack. As she was about to unlock the door, she paused and looked over at him, standing by her side. She smiled when she found his intent eyes on her. Even with her attention on him, his sudden movement towards her surprised her. Ethan closed the distance between them and passionately kissed her. She dropped her bag and latched onto him. He pushed her into the corner of the porch, lifting her off the ground. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs tight around his waist, feeling his cock straining against his jeans.
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bsp; “God, I wish you were wearing a skirt,” he said, grinding against her.
“Me too!” she said, attacking his neck with her mouth. He pushed her coat open and the cool breeze hit her side as Ethan pushed up her shirt, sending goose bumps all over her skin. She moaned loudly as he grabbed her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers before lightly pinching it.
“Inside … please,” she begged.
Ethan reached over and unlocked the door, kicking in her backpack. He carried her through the doorway and kicked the door closed.
“We’re not going to make it to the bedroom,” he announced as he put her on the stairs.
“No, we’re not,” she agreed, quickly kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans. She screamed in surprise as he yanked them off her, leaving her in her top and panties.
He hurriedly took off his coat and shirt, before joining her on the stairs. He captured her lips in a fierce kiss, tugging on her lower lip, causing her to moan. She loved when he lost control like this. So damn hot.
She tried to go for his pants, but he pushed her hands away and held them above her. That’s new, she thought and before she could think more on it, his free hand cupped her between her legs. She groaned loudly into his mouth as he pushed aside her panties and slid one finger inside of her.
“Payback,” he whispered against her ear, before sucking on her earlobe.
Her torture by his hands was delicious. Mia raised her hips to meet the movement of his hand. She wanted more. She begged for more.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
That stopped her begging. She wanted him inside of her when she did. “No!”
“Come for me,” he repeated as he slipped another finger inside her, moving faster, harder, causing her body to betray her mind. She couldn’t hold out for him to be in her, nor could she contain her screams of pleasure.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered as he thrust inside of her, hard and ready. His hands grasped her hips as he rammed inside of her.
“Oh. My. God,” she repeated as another orgasm ripped through her.
“Should we go for another?” Ethan asked, his face inches above hers.
“Please,” she moaned quietly, pleading with her eyes. He delivered in a few quick movements to begin her third orgasm, but she held it this time until she knew he was close, wanting to come together. Then she clamped down on him, moans spilling from his mouth as he came.
He hovered above her, breathing hard, love in his eyes. “Fuck, woman. Look what you do to me?”
“I personally love when you lose, or shall I say, take control like that.”
“Yeah, it was pretty great.”
Mia tried to hold her laughter in but couldn’t and a burst of giggles escaped her. She captured his mouth in a quick kiss when she saw his affronted face.
“You can get your own self upstairs,” he said, pouting. She laughed even harder as he grabbed his clothes.
“I love you, Ethan.”
“Nope, not gonna work.”
She grabbed his face, smiling when he smiled back at her. “I love you so much, Ethan.”
“I love you, too, suga,” he said, cupping her cheek with his large hand.
“Did we grab everything from outside?” she asked.
“I’ll double-check,” he replied. He went to the front door, his pants unbuttoned, shirt in hand, as he checked the front steps.
“Nothing out here,” he said, turning back, finding her right behind him in nothing but her green T-shirt.
“Then take me upstairs and have your way with me—again,” she said, grabbing the open waistband of his jeans. He lifted her into his arms and kicked the door shut.
“You better believe it,” he said.
Harry Folds sat in his parked car across the street from Mia Devereux’s home, his camera on his lap. He’d been staking out her house all day and had absolutely nothing to show for it. It was late and he considered calling it a night. He ran his kerchief across his high forehead and glanced at her home one final time and was amazed at his luck. She was with Ethan Christopher and they were walking hand-in-hand down the street. Nothing too different from what had been shot by other photographers before.
Mia and Ethan had been pretty evasive about their relationship. They had never officially stated that they were dating. They were captured going out together many times, but their physical contact seemed completely platonic and this drove the gossip mags crazy.
He watched them through the lens of his camera, hoping he’d be able to get a shot of something more. If he did, he had a buyer lined up offering a substantial paycheck for the pictures.
As he observed them at the door, he figured they’d just go inside and he’d be left with nothing—yet again. But then the unbelievable happened. Ethan kissed her.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, snapping away. Mia wrapped her legs around Ethan’s waist, one of his hands going up her shirt.
Harry kept taking pictures until they went inside. He laughed happily. He had some calls to make, he thought as he checked his pictures to make sure he got what he saw.
He squealed like a girl when he saw some of the shots. He had been a little worried because of the time, but Mia’s house lights and the street lamps gave him more than enough light.
Looking up at the house one more time before leaving, Harry saw the door open and grabbed his camera when he saw a shirtless Ethan, standing in the doorway with his pants undone.
“Oh, the ladies will love these pictures!” he remarked as he continued capturing this huge payday of a moment. Ethan wasn’t out there long before he turned to go back in. That’s when Harry glimpsed Mia waiting behind Ethan, in nothing but her long green shirt and a satisfied smile on her face.
“Damn!” he said, snapping picture after picture of the half-dressed couple. There was no denying that now. Ethan Christopher and Mia Devereux were a couple. Harry Folds had the proof on his camera and a very big pay day coming his way!
Ethan
Chicago, May 2007
When Ethan strolled into the kitchen from the back door, he couldn’t help the smile crossing his face seeing Mia at the stove, cooking breakfast. Just what he needed after his run. He had left her in bed, naked and tired from their lovemaking. He’d asked her to go with him, but she declined, saying her legs were jelly.
In the long run¸ that was good. Now he would get a fabulous breakfast.
“Whatcha making?” Ethan asked, standing behind her, peeking over her shoulder.
“A bacon and cheese omelet for you and a spinach omelet for me. I’m almost done.”
“Mmm … delicious. Will you let me try yours?” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. He couldn’t resist a quick nibble of her neck.
She glanced over her shoulder and smiled up at him. “Now that depends …”
“On what?” he asked, his lips trailing up her jaw line before he planted a kiss on her cheek.
“On whether you will set the table for me,” she said expectantly.
“Deal!” he said, leaving her with one more kiss. He walked to the cabinet to get a couple plates and silverware.
“How was your run?” she asked, folding the omelet.
“It was beautiful out. I even stopped by the newsstand on my way back.”
“Really? What caught your eye?” she asked curiously.
“You did,” he said, taking the plates and his purchases to the dining room.
“What do you mean, ‘I caught your eye?’” she called from the kitchen.
“Just get your cute butt in here and I’ll tell you,” he said, setting two places at the underused dining room table. They often ate in the small dining area in the family room overlooking her backyard.
“Give me a sec.”
Mia came in with the omelets and served his to him. She was a fantastic cook and she kept him well-fed. Everything she made, he devoured. She surprised him all the time with what she made, from the simplest pasta to her complicated French di
shes.
With his fork in hand, he began to eat. Damn, another great meal.
“Suga, this is so delicious.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me …” she began to ask, sitting down at the table.
“Shh … eat. Good food to be had,” he said, pointing at her plate.
She ate, but she kept glancing over at him. He definitely had her curious. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to what was in the magazines. It had shocked him.
“Okay, I can’t eat anymore. You’ve got to tell me!” she exclaimed, a few minutes later, reaching over him for the papers.
“Hey, Miss Grabby Hands!” he said, swatting at her hands and moving the pile out of her reach.
“Come on!” she whined. “Stop teasing me!”
“Okay, I guess you’ve suffered enough,” he said, his mouth quirked with humor.
Grabbing the magazines that he’d purchased on his walk, he unfolded the pile and pushed them towards her. “Take a look at this.”
She impatiently swiped them from him. It didn’t take long for her face to show her shock. She bolted up, her chair teetering behind her. She pointed at the picture and after a couple of attempts, finally spoke. “Oh my God! That’s us outside my front door.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s me with my hand under your shirt, kissing your adorable mouth. Look at the way the photographer captured the desire on your face. So hot!”
Mia gave him an annoyed look and he couldn’t help but laugh. They had kept the press off them for over a year. The luck had to run out at some point. In some ways he was glad. Keeping his hands off her was so damn hard … plus, he wanted the world to know that she was his.
“Look at these pictures. Good thing the photographer didn’t have a video recorder or we’d have to deal with a sex tape too,” she said jokingly.
Ethan pulled her into his lap and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “A sex tape? Now that is a novel idea,” he said, kissing the exposed skin on her collarbone.
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