Chapter 4 - Ethan
The second Saturday of the month is usually just ‘me’ time. I make some excuse to leave Lang Creek, if I happen to run into my brothers. I drive off with my gear in back of my truck and for a few hours, I’m not Ethan Clarke. I’m not Dominic and Aiden’s little brother. I’m not a Park Ranger.
For a few hours, I’m the lead singer of the Mad Hatters.
Usually, that’s where it ends. I play some music with my buddies, I drink a few beers, and I drive back to Lang Creek in the morning. I think my brothers understand that I want some time away from the town, so they let me leave. A couple times a month we’ll play at Harold’s Pub in Lang Creek, but my time in this place is my own time.
I just come to Long Lake and play, and then I go back to my regular life.
But this time? This time is different. This time, I’ve got a gorgeous, sexy, sensual woman who wants me. I can see it in her eyes, and I can feel it in the touch of her hand. I can taste it in her kiss.
She wants me.
And fuck, I want her too. We’re almost jogging down the street towards my hotel. My hand drops to her back and I run my fingers over her ass. She glances up at me through her lashes and the pulsing between my legs intensifies.
I guide Zoe down the street towards my hotel. I always stay in the same place - Mickey’s BnB. Mickey reserves the cabin at the far edge of the property for me, so that I still feel like I’m in the middle of the mountains even when I come to Long Lake.
We stumble back towards my room, passing my truck along the way. Zoe points to the black pickup with her thumb. “Nice wheels. I’m starting to regret getting a car. Seems like everyone has a truck around here.”
“Thanks,” I say with a grin. “When it gets to winter, you’ll understand why everyone has a truck.”
“I won’t be here for winter,” she replies right away, and a pang of disappointment surprises me. I nod.
“Right.”
When I lead Zoe to the back of the property, she glances over at me.
“Where are you taking me?” She raises an eyebrow and I grin.
“My room. It’s just out back.”
“Under different circumstances, I’d be nervous about all this.”
I slow down and look at her. “You’re not nervous, are you?” Suddenly, I’m worried. What if she isn’t joking? I’m dragging her back to a tiny, secluded cabin. She doesn’t know me at all. “We don’t have to go here if you don’t want to. We can go to your place, or back to the bar.”
I stop, letting my hand drift to her waist. Zoe chuckles and brushes her fingers over my cheek. She brushes my hair off my forehead and shakes her head. “Stop it,” she says. “Although I appreciate that you’re a gentleman.” Her hands hook around my neck as she presses her lithe body into me. I groan and kiss her again, sinking my fingers into her body as I feel my veins turn to fire.
Panting, I pull away. “You’re driving me wild,” I say. I see her eyes darken with desire and a smile floats over her lips.
“That makes two of us.”
We get to my door and I look through my pockets for my keys. I look at her, shaking my head. The moonlight is making her look almost ethereal. Zoe puts her hands on my chest and pushes me up against the door. My heart is hammering against my ribcage, and she parts her lips as I lean down to taste them again.
We kiss more slowly this time. I wrap my arms around her body and she tangles her fingers into my hair. She presses her body against mine and I can feel her pulse quickening. By the time we separate, she looks up at me and shakes her head.
“I’m not nervous about anything,” she answers. “Now take me inside and fuck me, will you?”
My hands are shaking when I try to get the key in the door. Why did I even lock it? It’s not like I have anything to steal in here. The key finally slides in the door and we tumble inside.
In an instant, her hands are tearing at my clothes. She’s pushing me back towards the bed and ripping my shirt over my head. I fall back onto the bed and she falls on top of me, laughing. I roll her onto her back and straddle my legs over hers, lifting myself up on my forearm and helping her take her shirt off. I run my hand up her stomach and watch her lips part as she lets out a sigh.
I trail my hand over her breast and pull her bra down to thumb her nipple. It stands up, a little hard bud that I can’t resist tasting. She groans and bats her eyelashes at me, running her hands up my chest.
“Do you work out?” She asks, tracing my shoulders with her fingers.
“A little,” I grin. “I’ve got an active job.”
“Oh yeah?” She says, running her hands over my shoulders some more. She closes her eyes as I twirl my thumb over her nipple again, pressing her nails ever so slightly into my flesh. I groan, and press my hips against hers. I don’t want to talk about my job. I don’t want to talk about working out, or anything else. I just want to plunge the entire length of my shaft inside her and watch her body arch in response. I want those lips to part and I want to hear her gasp.
I’m throbbing. She lifts her hips up towards me and grinds them in slow circles, biting her lip and looking at me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl.
Zoe digs her fingers into the back of my neck and I crush my lips against hers. I kiss her harder and harder, tasting her lush lips and gripping her body against mine. My pre-cum is soaking through my boxers and I feel like I’m going to explode.
She’s panting, and grabbing, and groping. She tears her bra off and I dive down to run my tongue over her hard nipples. I pull at her jeans, dragging them down her legs and covering her stomach and thighs with more kisses. When I get to her underwear, Zoe’s chest is heaving and she’s running her hands over and back through my hair.
I grin, and run a finger gently over her panties. The heat of her desire is making me crazy, and I kiss the little pink bow at the front of her underwear. I run my hand between her legs and feel her wetness soaking through the thin fabric. She sighs and pulls her underwear off, shaking her head.
“I can’t wait any longer, Ethan,” she pants. “Get a condom. Fuck me. Now.”