Loving You: Mpreg Romance (My One-Night Stand Series Book 2)

by Giovanna Reaves

  Instantly, Ethan turned around, and their cocks brushed against each other as their bodies rubbed together. Tyler knew he was attracted to Ethan, but had never admitted to anyone how much he wanted to bed his brother's best friend. He was aware, however, that what he was feeling was nothing more than lust and want.

  Tyler had had no idea that would happen when he entered his club, he expected to have a drink and meet some unnamed person, fuck’em and leave’em with the understanding that it was a one-time only deal.

  But not with Ethan? asked a very sarcastic voice that sounded oddly like his brother Lucas. Tyler didn’t answer his thoughts. All he knew was that having Ethan in his arms, even if it was only for a few minutes, was a dream come true. Tyler took his sweet time to touch and study his obsession, wondering why things were different that time from all the other times they had been in the same room with each other.

  He savored the sudden change in their relationship. Tyler wanted to see more of the seductive, and alluring Ethan, rather than the scowl he usually wore whenever they were in each other’s presence. Right then he had the desire to dip down, and capture Ethan's naturally pouty lips into a kiss. But he held himself back. As much as he wanted Ethan, he would not knowingly sleep with a taken man.

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  Ethan let the beat of the music move his body. He dipped and twerked his ass, almost forgetting that he was not alone and at home practicing in front of the mirror. He felt Tyler’s eyes boring into him and it made him feel sexy and desired. He wasn’t planning on going back to his hotel room with anyone, but if Tyler Hamilton made the suggestion, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity.

  He was aware the second Tyler stepped up behind him on the dance floor and grabbed him by the waist. He purposely dipped low to the ground and ground his ass, better than any of the dancers in those music videos, into Tyler’s crotch. When Tyler grabbed his hips, Ethan pushed and ground his ass deeper into Tyler’s crotch. He didn’t miss the hard on the other man was supporting.

  God, how can I go from zero to sixty in less than a minute just from his touch. His touch makes me yearn.

  Tyler dipped his head into his neck, and Ethan could have sworn he felt the tip of the other man’s tongue tasting his skin.

  He turned around and circled his arms around Tyler’s neck closing his eyes, and adding a more suggestive swirl to his hips. One of Tyler’s legs was between his parted legs and Ethan grounded his crotch, practically fucking Tyler’s leg on the dance floor. He felt fingers digging into his hips, making him whimper with desire. They danced like that for a few more minutes, the DJ playing one sexually charged song after another.

  “I only call you when it's half past five….

  The only time that I'll be by your side….

  I only love it when you touch me, not feel me….

  When I'm fucked up, that's the real me…

  When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah….

  I only fuck you when it's half past five….

  The only time I'd ever call you mine…

  I only love it when you touch me, not feel me…

  When I'm fucked up, that's the real me….

  When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe...”

  Ethan heard the lyrics to the song in the background, but his mind and body focused on the way that Tyler was touching and holding him. They didn’t speak. Their bodies conveyed their words to each other.

  Ethan’s body was saying. I want you, I want you to take me and make me scream.

  Ethan realized that was what he needed. All night he had been trying to let go of his built up stress from breaking off his relationship with Sean. And his worry over his friend’s situation. He was aware that other men had tried to approach him, Charlie’s flirting was cute, but Ethan rebuffed him, just like the others, only nicer. It was as if mentally he was waiting for someone like Tyler, or the very man himself, to touch him the way he was then.

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  CHAPTER THREE

  Damn, this is so fucking wrong but feels so damn right, thought Tyler.

  The way Ethan was moving his body, rubbing his sweet ass on him, there was no way he could hide his growing erection. And to be honest, Tyler didn’t want to hide it. Once the song that was currently playing ended, he grabbed Ethan’s hands and pulled him off the dance floor. Tyler escorted him over to a table in the back that was always reserved for him whenever he visited. They sat down next to each other in the booth, and Ethan scooted closer to him, leaving a small bit of space between them.

  Immediately a server came over and placed a bottle of his favorite vodka and two shot glasses on the table. Tyler wanted to use the time to talk to Ethan, thinking that since they were getting along, he might as well push their unspoken truce to the test. Their dance had his brain fried and he needed a few minutes to hold on to what brain cells he had left. It might not have been the ideal place, but Tyler felt he needed to give whatever attraction that was happening between them transpire without him stressing the minor details. No matter how much his cock was screaming at him to fuck talking and get straight to what he desperately wanted, Ethan in his bed or the nearest wall and Tyler pounding into him.

  He picked up the bottle of vodka and poured them each a shot. Ethan picked up his glass and downed the contents in one gulp while Tyler watched his every move.

  Ethan placed his glass down, then leaned closer Tyler, who automatically wrapped his arms around him.

  "What are we doing, Ethan?" Tyler asked, digging his nails into Ethan’s side.

  Ethan closed his eyes and lifted one of his hands to Tyler’s bearded jaw, caressing it before running a thumb over the man’s bottom lip. “So soft,” Ethan whispered, then opened his eyes to stare up at him, "I thought we were having a drink," he said cheekily. “Or is there something else going on that I am not aware of?”

  Tyler didn’t know how to answer that question. In the little time they had interacted, that version of Ethan was keeping him on his toes. He was used to men and women throwing themselves at him, but tonight he felt unbalanced, and figured if he ever had a chance with Ethan there would be some type of struggle. Oddly, he was not turned off by the new behavior, it intrigued him more.

  Reaching up, Tyler cupped the left side of Ethan’s cheeks, and stared into his eyes, "You know what I mean. This is the first time since I’ve known you, we’re not snapping at each other."

  Ethan shrugged his shoulders, "Eh, what you call snapping at each other I call foreplay." He reached over and poured himself another shot, sipping it.

  Tyler chuckled as he slouched, stretching out his long legs, crossing his feet at the ankle. Ethan rested his head on Tyler’s shoulder. If anyone passed by they would assume he and Ethan were lovers. Tyler had to admit Ethan felt wonderful next to him and in his arms, as if he belonged there the entire time.

  "Very well. What about your fiancé?" he asked, looking down at Ethan’s profile. His long lashes, resting against his brown cheeks fluttered as Ethan looked up at him. Tyler needed to make sure, just in case things moved too far. Dancing was one thing, but fucking was an entirely different matter.

  Tyler was not mistaking the sexual vibes between them, and he would be a fool to ignore it, but there were certain rules he tried to live by that kept him alive. Other than shoot first and ask questions later, his main rule in life was never sleep with a taken man or woman. That one rule had saved him from a lot of fucking drama in the long run.

  A look came over Ethan’s face, which Tyler couldn’t read, before he answered. "There's no fiancé,” he said before taking another sip of his drink. “Well, not anymore, anyway,” Ethan continued. Tyler realized he still hadn’t had his first drink yet and brought the glass to his lips, watching the various expressions pass over Ethan’s face. “I’m a free agent."

  Even though Tyler suspected something was up, he was still surprised. And shamefully admitted to himself, he was a tiny bit happy. "When did this happen? And I take it that Chr
isten doesn’t know."

  Ethan pulled away and started to stand up, their possible moment was ruined. Tyler grabbed onto his arm, stopping him before he could get any further. "Tell me," Tyler demanded.

  "Does it really matter?" Ethan asked, sitting back down, crossing his arms over his chest.

  "Yes, it does, contrary to what you might think, I care about you, a lot," Tyler told him.

  “I damn sure hope not as a brother,” Ethan said, then purred. “Not the way we were practically fucking each other on the dance floor a few minutes ago.” The man’s mood shifted back to the beguiling kitten from a few moments ago. It was so quick it almost gave Tyler fucking whiplash.

  “Do you think I would want to fuck Christen or Lucas?” he said, making his point clear.

  Ethan didn’t answer his question. "Look,” he began, “I don't want anyone to care about me right now. Tonight I came here to have fun, not think about what little troubles I might be going through.” He leaned closer to Tyler his lips grazing his outer ear. “I want someone who can fuck me stupid.” He placed a hand on Tyler’s leg, slowly moving it up and stopped just a hair’s breadth from touching his crotch. Tyler was breathing so hard he was sure everyone in the club could hear him. “Can you do that, Tyler? Fuck me until I forget my damn name, or should I find someone else?"

  Tyler once again wondered to himself, where or why has Ethan been hiding this part of himself? He was always bold, but never this forward. He pulled his face away from Ethan, capturing his chin between his thumb and his pointer finger. He caressed the soft lips with his thumb. He wanted to look into Ethan’s eyes to be certain he was aware of his words and behavior.

  "Who are you?" he said quietly. But he was confident Ethan heard him.

  Ethan smiled and licked his bottom lip, and his tongue touched Tyler’s finger. “I’m not a stranger, Tyler. I’m the same Ethan, you know, and...” He tilted his to the side. “Should I say love or want to fuck?”

  Tyler cupped Ethan’s cheek with his free hand, turning in the booth to face him. “You are certainly not what I was expecting tonight.”

  “Is that a good or bad thing?” Ethan quipped, then licked his lips again, this time sucking on Tyler’s thumb, staring into his face before pulling back. “Normal can get a bit boring. Don’t you agree?” Tyler was sure that wasn’t a question. Right then his brain was frazzled with all the thoughts going through it. Ethan had him doing mental backflips.

  “You didn’t answer my question from earlier,” Ethan said to him.

  “What question’s that?”

  Ethan moved closer to him, practically sitting on his lap. Tyler’s hand slowly fell from his face. One of Ethan’s legs was draped over his. His hand was still close to Tyler’s cock, his thumb lightly rubbing on his balls. Ethan’s lips brushed against his bearded cheek and whispered in his ear. “Should I find someone else for the night?”

  “And if I said yes, would you get up and find someone else?” Tyler teased.

  This was their game for years, the snarky banter between them. Tyler would admit that some of his animosity towards Ethan could be a result of his attraction, which he had tried to hide, playing it up as dislike.

  He heard Ethan snicker. “Never knew you for the type to playing hard to get. Besides, you don’t want me to walk away and miss the opportunity to have me writhing beneath you.” Ethan licked the shell of Tyler’s outer ear. “You like me too much.”

  Tyler pulled back, putting some space between them and smiled teasingly. Hiding his reaction to Ethan’s teasing was getting harder the longer they sat there playing a flirtatious game of cat and mouse. “Who said I like you.” He asked rhetorically.

  “Oh, not only do you like me, but you also want me. And if you haven’t noticed, I want you too.”

  Tyler remained quiet for a few seconds. He had to slow down from their easy flirting. He knew what was about to happen, but he didn’t want to be the rebound.

  "I don't want to be the rebound guy, Ethan." Voicing his thoughts out loud.

  Ethan looked up at him quickly, some of the teasing disappeared from his eyes, "Who said anything about rebound? You make it sound as if I’m looking for a permanent relationship. Been there, done that,” he said flippantly. “I only want one night together. Who better to have with it, than with someone I have always wanted?"

  "I don't want you to regret this in the morning," Tyler stated.

  "Trust me, I won't," Ethan assured him. "I'm an adult and far too sober than I would like right now."

  “How about dinner first?” Tyler suggested. He had no idea why he was stalling. Maybe he really wanted to know what happened between Ethan and that guy he had been with. Or maybe he wanted some more time with Ethan than just a quick fuck. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter.

  Ethan whined softly and dropped his head on Tyler’s shoulder before lifting it again, looking up at him. “Tyler, seriously, dinner? I guess they were wrong about you. You’re not the fuck’em and forget’em type of guy.”

  “Do you listen to everything you hear?” Tyler chuckled despite the mild insult, “I forget strangers after I fuck them, not friends.”

  “Well then, let’s pretend I’m a stranger, just for tonight,” Ethan said boldly.

  “I don’t think I can forget you,” Tyler told him.

  “You are a charmer, Mr. Hamilton, do you say that to all the men you take to your bed or am I a special case?” Tyler didn’t miss the small bit of self-doubt in Ethan’s question.

  Tyler chuckled, “I never try to take my one-night stands to dinner.” Tyler reached up and grabbed the back of Ethan’s head. He missed Ethan’s long curly hair. “I want you so bad it hurts. I’m holding myself back from jumping you and humping you like a horny dog.”

  They stared at each other, coming to the realization that it was going to happen. For all his talk of having dinner, Tyler's libido was in overdrive the whole time and he felt like a kid in a candy store.

  “Then let’s get the hell out of here. There’s no reason you need to hold back.” Ethan assured him. “Not on my account.”

  Ethan started to get up when Tyler stopped him. "Wait." Tyler grabbed onto his arm, pulling him back down in the booth. "Let’s take this one step further.”

  “How much further are we talking about?”

  “Instead of one night give me the whole weekend?" Tyler asked. Ethan opened his mouth to protest. "Hear me out," he urged.

  Ethan nodded his head for him to continue.

  Tyler continued. "We are attracted to each other, and it’s been that way for a very long time. We were just too stupid to admit it." Again, Ethan nodded his head.

  Tyler relaxed back in the booth, his arms extended over the back of the seat and one leg crossed over his knees. "Give me the whole weekend,” Tyler suggested and Ethan gasped. Tyler ignored the reaction and continued, “Give me the entire weekend and we can fuck each other to our heart's content.” Tyler finished with a shrug of his shoulders. “This way we get whatever attraction we have for each other out of our systems. Then we go our separate ways on Sunday night. I won't ask you questions about your fiancé.”

  “Ex-fiancé, and I’m not leaving until Monday.” Ethan corrected.

  “I stand corrected,” Tyler said. “As I was saying, I won’t ask questions about what happened, and this weekend will remain between the two of us."

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  Ethan stared at Tyler, not sure how to respond. Since Tyler had walked into the club, Ethan had put on a flirtatious bravado. He had no idea why he was acting that way, but he felt he could be someone else with Tyler even if was for a short time.

  He wasn't expecting Tyler to offer sex, especially with him. He thought that he was coming on a bit too strong and that Tyler would rebuff him, not indulge his behavior and then offer that they spend the weekend together. Forty-eight hours with my secret crush.

  “You’re giving me something to think about,” Ethan hummed.

  “This benefits the
both of us.” Tyler told him, then leaned close to him and licked the shell of his outer ear.

  Fuck, the man was smooth. One night turned into a whole weekend. Why not? But does it make me a slut for falling into bed weeks after ending a relationship?

  Ethan realized he was thinking too much. The weekend was supposed to be about spontaneity and having fun. It wasn’t as if he was in a relationship, so he didn’t have to worry about any consequences of sleeping with Tyler. Sean certainly didn’t think about it when he cheated on him. Ethan was free to do whatever the hell he wanted.

  I was faithful while the bastard fucked whomever he wanted. I am single and would be a fool to pass up a weekend with the devilishly, handsome Tyler Hamilton. Voted most eligible bachelor in the U.S. three years running.

  “I’ll do it, under one condition.”

  Tyler hummed on the side of Ethan’s neck, sending vibrations through Ethan’s body. “And that is?” he asked, pulling back from sucking and nipping on Ethan’s neck, with a questioning eyebrow.

  “I get to top at least once this weekend,” he purred. “Non-negotiable.”

  Tyler pulled Ethan closer, wrapping an arm around his waist, practically pulling him into his lap, before whispering in his ear. “Baby, you can top the whole fucking weekend for all I care, as long as we fuck each other into the mattress.” He traced the tip of his tongue and nibbled on Ethan’s lobe, making him shiver.

  “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Hamilton,” Ethan told him, leaning his head to the side giving Tyler easy access to his neck.

  “I am known for my sharp mind in the boardroom.” Tyler tilted his hips, pushing his cock between the seam of Ethan's ass. “And in the bedroom I’m made of steel.” He would have chuckled at the corny line, but Tyler scraped his teeth along the side of his neck nipping at the flesh.