“Thankfuck,” he replied with a feral sort of growl. Then flipped us and tookallcontrol back. He pounded into me hard enough to shake the bed, each thrust drawing a cry of delight from me as the headboard smacked the wall.
My pussy clenched and pulsed around his thickness, grasping tight each time he buried deep, and when Ethan snaked a hand between us, I couldn’t hold back any longer. His long fingers tweaked my clit and I exploded.
This time, his hard, demanding kisses swallowed myscreams, and just a moment later, his hips jerked, his rhythm faltering as he also found climax deep inside my body.
He rode it out, thrusts slowing as my pussy quaked and spasmed around him, then he kissed me over and over, collapsing in an exhausted heap half-on, half-off my equally jellified body. For a long time, we just lay there, legs intertwined and breathing heavy while the storm continued to rage outside.
“I changed my mind,” I finally said, my voice rough and husky.
Ethan lifted his head slightly, his body tensing. “Oh?”
I grinned into the darkness. “Mm-hmm. I decided storms are actually pretty great after all.”
Tension flowed out of him in an instant and he buried his face into the side of my neck. “Cheeky girl,” he muttered. “But I agree. Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.”
Every night. Forever.
20
EVELYN
The storm was long gone by the time I woke the next morning, a heavy arm draped over me, keeping me close to his chest. Ethan’s scent was everywhere, leaving me with memories of the many times he woke me through the night, his mouth on my body and that impressive cock inside me.
Professor Sullivan was fucking insatiable, and as predicted, there was a delicious ache inside as I languidly stretched.
“Morning, baby,” he murmured against my throat, his nose brushing across my skin as if he was breathing me in.
“Morning,” I squeaked back, feeling both aroused and a touch freaked out. I’d never done the morning-after thing before, and with no idea of the protocol, I wondered what I should say.
Ethan’s low chuckle dragged across my skin, and just like that, I was less interested in escaping and more wondering if I was too sore for round six. “Remember,” he rasped and pressed slow kisses to my skin, “there are no expectations. Our lives are both complicated, sure, but I also decided long ago not to wastedays. You never know how many you have. Don’t expect me to walk away from you, Lilith.”
The very thought had my insides clenching and my body tense. “I don’t want you to walk away. And I promise to always be honest with you about what’s happening in this house with the guys.”
His rumble wasn’t angry—if anything, he sounded like he was about to snuggle me back to sleep.
It was Saturday, so neither of us had any classes to be at, which meant we could nap and fuck the day away. I’d honestly never felt more excited about staying home.
As my eyes closed, drifting to sleep, the door to Ethan’s room slammed open so hard that I almost flew off the bed. It was only Ethan’s strong arm around me that kept me from falling as he yanked us into sitting position, situating himself in front of me so quickly, it felt impossible that he reacted so fast.
“Bro, Eve’s missing!” Connor’s shout rang out through the room, and it took me seconds to get my heartrate to retreat from heart attack levels. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Eth!”
Trying to peer around the broad shoulders blocking me, I caught sight of Ethan slipping a handgun back into his bedside table. How in the… When had he grabbed that?
Weirdly, for the first time since the shooting, the sight of a gun calmed me. He’d been prepared for Connor’s intrusion, and if it had been an enemy, he would have me protected.
It was comforting.
“Are you actually kidding me?” Connor snarled, sounding more pissed off than I’d ever heard from him. “I should report you to the dean, you perverted fuck.”
I straightened and leaned even farther to the side to glare him down. “Listen here, you fucking spoiled ass bitch. I chose to come to Ethan’s room, and I’m twenty years old. Not a child. We’ve done nothing wrong.”
He opened his mouth to shout at me again, and I rose to myknees, completely forgetting I was naked. The sight shut Connor up temporarily, and he was no gentleman as his gaze dragged slowly down my tits.
“If you mention this to the dean and get Ethan into trouble, I will take your gun and shoot you in the leg. Don’t fucking try me.”
For a beat, his lips twitched, and I thought he was going to smile. Though his expression remained dark and framed in fury. “Don’t threaten me, Evelyn. I’ve killed more people than you fucking know, and I have no issue adding you to the list. Remember that.” His gaze flicked to his brother again. “Your gutter trash side is starting to show, Brother.”
“Get the fuck out,” Ethan drawled, but there was no missing the danger in his tone. He wrapped the blanket over me and yanked me back down, looking annoyed. I had no idea if it was just at Connor or at Connor seeing me naked, but whatever—they were just boobs and a waxed vagina.
