Chapter 20

Ethan

My body was on fire for the beautiful woman stumbling up the stairs next to me. I'd have to get us both to the bathroom and clean us up or my brother would know immediately what happened. Like the bastard had pussy-dar or something. I smiled at the thought and knocked at the door.

"Hey. Wait up. What happened to you guys?" Charlotte walked up behind us, and I turned toward Riley, giving her a look.

She nodded and let out a soft whimper before standing up straight and lifting her chin. "When?"

"When we got here. I had to sit in my damn car for ten minutes." Charlotte laughed awkwardly.

"We were discussing something about one of the movies that Ethan has been in." Riley shrugged and turned toward the door. "Where is Liam?"

"We were arguing, actually." I smiled back at Charlotte and lifted up on my toes to get the keys. "He's at the store or picking up Cole. Why this crazy bastard leaves a key above his doorframe is beyond me. He's got enough shit in this place to make ten men rich if they just broke in and sold it."

I unlocked the door as I tried to keep my hands from shaking. I couldn't remember the last time I'd put my mouth on a girl. It was in my teenage years when I was willing to try anything once. Where I wasn't so sure I was the oral sex giving type, I sure as hell loved receiving it. I glanced over at Riley, knowing without a doubt that I'd lick her pretty body anywhere and everywhere she'd let me. Every damn day of the week.

"Hey. The door’s open." Charlotte moved around us. "What is it with you two?"

"Nothing." Riley shrugged and walked into the house.

I let my eyes follow her and realized her skirt was tucked into her panties. I rushed toward her and pulled at it as she yelped.

"Sorry." I lifted my hands and smiled. "Your skirt was tucked into your panties. Where I didn't mind, my brother would have been horribly offended."

"Yeah, right?" Charlotte looped her arm into Riley's and walked with her toward the kitchen. "Can we check the place out?"

"Yep," I called after them. "And break as much shit as you want. He doesn't even know what he has in this place."

I walked to the bathroom on shaky legs with the mother of all boners leading the way. It was going to be a long night, and I honestly thought about just asking my brother to let me and Riley take a room upstairs. Having to get her all the way back to my place meant giving her time to really think things through. That was dangerous. Every time she started to think about what it would mean for the two of us to sleep together, she'd backpedal. I didn't want that tonight. I wanted her - taking all nine inches of my cock and begging for more.

"Stop it. Fuck." I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. It took me a few minutes to get myself under control, but I finally managed to. I washed my face and fixed my hair before washing my hands and patting myself dry with a hand towel.

"Hey! Stop jerking off in my bathroom." Liam knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"Then give me a bedroom I can use." I opened the door and pushed at his chest. "You got the food?"

"Yes, master, I did." He shook his head as we walked back to the kitchen. "Thank you very kindly for bringing over that sexy little body too. She's going to look great against my dark sheets."

"No fucking Riley's friend unless she wants it."

"Unless Riley wants it or the girl, cause, I'm good with both of them in there together."

"Fuck you, man." I gave him a stern look. "You know this girl's gonna be my wife one day."

"Then stop dicking around. Some other dude's going to move in and steal her the minute she even looks available."

"Fucking around is the funnest part." I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine sitting on the table by the microwave. "We drinking this?"

"Yep. Pop the top, baby, and let's let the fun begin." He wagged his eyebrows and walked over to unload a big bag of groceries. "I got steak and shrimp to put on the grill. Go start that shit up for me."

"Absolutely." I licked at my lips as I picked up five wine glasses and toted the bottle outside with me.

Cole was telling a story about some crazy chase he was on down in San Diego and both girls were laughing. Someone had started the fire between them, and the glow against Riley's pretty face nearly stole my damn heart from my chest.

When I'd gone from a cynical bastard that wanted to pop as many cherry's as possible to someone that felt emotionally fucked around the same person all the time was beyond me. I wanted to analyze it, but something deep inside of me said to just roll with it.

"And my brother was the biggest bitch of all, whining the whole damn trip." Cole laughed loudly, and the girls both laughed too.

"Ian would kick you in the face for talking shit about him in front of these pretty girls." I winked at my brother's best friend and set the wine down in front of him. "Open this for us?"

"You bet." He took the bottle and let out a long sigh. "Charlotte, tell me about yourself. I know Riley is a soon to be award-winning actress. Are you into drama too?"

Another collective giggle.

I walked over to the grill and bent down, turning it on and making sure it was good and hot before turning to walk back in the house. Riley was standing just behind me, her eyes full of lust and cheeks a little flush.

"What it is, baby?" I closed the gap between us and pulled her against me. I didn't care who knew how I felt. We were in good company for the night.

"Nothing. Everything." She smiled and lifted her wine glass to her lips.

"You're so damn beautiful. I've never in my life seen a more beautiful woman than you. Everything about you leaves me aching and horny." I moved in and brushed my lips down the side of her face. "Let's skip dinner and go upstairs. I'll just suck on you a little more."

She groaned and shook her head. "You're so horrible."

"Am I?" I licked at her ear. "I'd say by the little pebbles pressing against my chest that you like horrible. Is it true? A sweet, innocent girl like yourself likes horrible, dirty, hungry guys like me?"

"Are you still hungry?" The softness in her voice left my body aching.

"Now who's being horrible?" I slid my hand down her back and squeezed her perfect ass tightly. "Keep it up, and I'll not be asking to go upstairs."

"You're just going to strip me down right here?" She smiled and glanced around, like the thought of doing it was unthinkable.

"Nope. I'm going to sweep you off your feet, jog up the stairs and take advantage of every opening on your tight little body." I leaned down and licked at her mouth as she whimpered again. "You know how big my dick is, right?"

She nodded as her breathing got off kilter.

"You sure you wanna try and handle it tonight?" I tugged her closer using my grip on her ass. Aggression raced through me, and it took every ounce of my strength not to pick her up and lay waste to what she imagined a good fucking to look like.

"I want all of it." She licked at my lips and moved back, pulling from my hold and walking back toward our friends. The little bitch went so far as to shake her hips more than necessary, as if I needed anything else to drag me farther into depravity.

"You're sporting a tent, dude." Liam popped me in the chest as he moved past me toward the grill. "You're going to ruin the girls for anyone else if they see that monster."

"Shut up." I turned and walked back toward the grill with him. "I'm thinking me and Riley are going to stay here tonight. That all right?"

"Oh yeah? You finally got her to agree to take on the beast?"

"I hate you sometimes." I smiled and walked back toward the house. "Anyone need anything?"

"Nope!" the collective call came from behind me.

I walked in and grabbed a beer from the fridge, downing it in hopes of cooling myself off a little. I was so turned on I was sweating. The sound of laughter behind me was needed after the last few weeks we'd all had. I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trash beside me and walked back toward the bathroom as my phone rang. I pulled it out to see Deza was calling. Part of me didn't want to answer the call in case she was pissed about something, which seemed to be the norm lately. But... it was Deza. I couldn't leave her hanging.

"Hey boo. What's up?"

"Don't hey boo me."

"Ahhh great. Do you think I can call you tomorrow morning? I'd rather spare myself an ass chewing tonight seeing that it's turning out to be a pretty good one."

"No. You can't call me in the morning." Her voice was full of tension and wrapped in angry pixie dust. I was fucked.

"What's going on? Get it off your chest."

"I have a call from some bitch that says you're the father of her baby. What do you have to say to that shit?"

I snorted. "You're kidding me right now, right? I never have sex, D. I try all the time, but unless my swimmers have figured out how to penetrate those tube things from someone's stomach, that shit ain't mine."

"She's filing suit against you which means that you're going to have to take a paternity test to prove the baby isn't yours."

"Fine. I'll take the fucking test. It's not mine. Period." I hung up on her, angry that she would even think I would be so careless as to fuck some chick bareback.

Wait. Had I?

Sickness rolled through me as I walked up the stairs to the second story of Liam's house and moved to one of the spare bedrooms. There was no way the chick Deza was talking about was the girl that raped me at the club. It hadn't been long enough. It took like six weeks or some shit to see if a girl was pregnant. Was it Jazz? I'd fucked her drunk a zillion times over the years, but she always had condoms on her. She was a whore... it was her job. There had to be a contract in place that said she couldn't sue a client if the condom didn't work, right?

Panic swept through me as I walked out on the balcony of the bedroom and listened to everyone laughing as Liam told silly stories about me when I was a kid. It grew quiet as my mind raced with the possibilities of my whole life being ruined.

"You like my brother, hm?" Liam.

"Yeah, he's all right." I could hear the smile in Riley's voice.

"He's better than all right. He's the Ethan Lewis."

More laughter, but the kind that should leave a man feeling loved. I stumbled back into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What if this shit is real? It would do wonders for my career, which is totally fucked up, but what about me and Riley? She would be appalled... wouldn't she?"

I stood up and swallowed the bile in my throat. I wouldn't tell her. I couldn't. It would ruin everything. I needed one night pressed up against her just in case things went to shit. I could cling to the memory of being loved for one night in my life. Like really, truly loved.

Because without a doubt... I might be falling for her, but she'd already fallen for me.

I'd hate myself in the morning... but tonight was mine.

I just wouldn't tell her.

I couldn’t.

To Be Continued…