23. Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

MIA

T he game extended into sudden death, but in the end, the Iron Huskies won, preserving their winning streak. The youngest player in the Iron Huskies befriended everyone on the other team and invited them to the after-party, which pushed me to the brink of exhaustion.

But I made a promise to Ethan, and I'm not going to break it, no matter how tired I am.

It's been several hours since we talked when I finally make it to his room.

I open the door carefully to a darkened room lit only by the blue tint of a muted TV. Ethan is lying on his back, snoring due to his injuries, completely naked under the bed sheet.

In silence, I step out of my shoes and undress, taking my time, not wanting to wake him until absolutely necessary.

I approach the bed with a mix of anticipation and tenderness. As I crawl beside him, one of my legs tangles around his, my body pressing close to his warmth. My free hand trails a slow, deliberate path from his broad shoulders down his chest, fingers grazing the contours of his toned torso before reaching his member.

He stirs immediately at my touch, his penis responding with a firm eagerness. I stroke him with a gentle rhythm, feeling him grow harder under my hand. Ethan's eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a sleepy, yet hungry gaze. "You made it," he murmurs, his voice a deep and sexy tone that sends shivers down my spine. A slow, seductive smile tugs at his lips, and I can't help but smile back.

The temptation to kiss him is overwhelming, but I remember his injury. Instead, I press my lips to the tender curve of his neck, kissing a trail up to his jawline. His breath catches, and a throaty moan escapes him, a sound that makes my pulse quicken.

Straddling his body, I feel the heat between us intensify as I begin to grind against him. The tip of his member teases me, making me quiver, the anticipation making my skin break out in goosebumps.

His hands find their way to my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples with a slow, deliberate pressure that makes me moan softly. My body arches towards him, craving more of his touch. I lean back slightly, placing my hands on his knees for support.

Ethan rocks his hips up, and I gasp as he enters me with a smooth, thrusting motion.

A layer of sweat quickly forms on my skin as I begin to move with him. The sensations build rapidly, a boiling cauldron of pleasure that seems to consume me entirely. Ethan's grunts of satisfaction mix with my moans.

Looking down at him, I enjoy his face contorted in pure pleasure. His hands grip my thighs, fingers pressing into my skin.

"Oh, shit," he murmurs suddenly, pulling out with a look of concern. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. "Can't be too careful," he says.

Before I tell him we don't need it, I catch myself and let him put it on.

As soon as he's ready, I waste no time climbing back on top of him, guiding him back inside with my hand. The sensation of him filling me up again is electric, a shockwave of pleasure that makes me cry out. Ethan's hands return to my waist, gripping tightly as I start to gyrate my hips, finding a rhythm that feels as if we're moving in perfect harmony.

Our bodies are a tangle of heat and urgency, our movements growing faster and more desperate. Ethan's fingers twist my nipples, his other hand sliding down to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles. The fire within me builds to an unbearable crescendo, spreading through my body like a wildfire.

I chase the peak of our passion, each thrust and stroke driving me closer to the edge. We both climax at the same time, his grip on my waist as firm and desperate as a drowning man clinging to a lifebuoy.

Slowly, I lean forward, unable to kiss his lips but placing a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. It draws a pained yet affectionate smile from him, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. Still inside me, I lay down on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His hands move gently over my back and through my hair, his touch soothing and content.

As we lie there, wrapped in each other's warmth, I savor the closeness to him, listening to his heartbeat.

"When are you going to be my girlfriend, hmm?" he murmurs, making knots form in my stomach.

"Ethan…" I reply softly, my heart fluttering with my untold secret. "We agreed to take things slow, remember?"

He frowns then with a sigh says, "Alright, you got me… But I want you to know that I will be here whenever you're ready to let me in, okay?" His voice is so sweet that I'm at a loss for words.

I let out a light giggle. "Alright, mister…" I slide off him to lie by his side.

He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me as we settle into a comfortable embrace. "Goodnight," he whispers, kissing the top of my head.

"Goodnight, Ethan," I reply, snuggling against his chest.

His steady heartbeat is soothing, and I try to let it calm my own racing pulse as I worry about how he will react when I tell him about the baby.