“I’m booking us the master bedroom.” His voice vibrated on my neck as his fingers brushed my nipples back and forth.
Hailey 2.0 was a sexual creature who could not get enough of Ethan King. Hooked up last night; will hook up again this morning; zero fucks given if that made me a nymphomaniac. There was no stopping point with Ethan. Every time felt new. And I wanted him all the time.
His hand slipped into my underwear and my eyes rolled into my head.
Screw breakfast.
When his fingers slid inside of me, I panted into his ear.
“I’m ready,” I told him.
Fuck me, for God’s sake!I wanted to scream.
He trailed his tongue along my neck, kissing my jawline as I threw my head back, grinding my pelvis into his hand.
Magic hands.
Magic fingers.
Magic tongue.
Everything about him was magic.
“This weekend, at the cabin,” he huffed, stroking his thumb along my most delicate part. My nipples tightened, back arched, and holy hell I was having an orgasm at the breakfast table.
My brain worked enough to compute that Ethan would have sex with me if I went skiing this weekend, so you bet your ass I was getting out of work. Whatever it took.
* * *
“Strep throat?”Mickey said over the phone, and I felt bad for lying. I never lied to him, and I always wanted extra shifts, so this was really hard to pull off.
“Yeah,” I croaked in an extra fake, scratchy voice, and prayed he didn’t want a doctor’s note.
“Alright, hun, no worries I’ll have one of the other girls cover it.”
“Okay, thanks, Mickey. I should be better in a few days.”
“Rest up, baby girl. See you soon.” He hung up and I grinned.
I’d gotten Angela to come as well. She wasn’t scheduled at Mickey’s but she’d had to beg, borrow, and steal to get someone to watch her kid for the weekend. She and Cody were hooking up, keeping things casual but definitely a thing. Nick was currently dating some mouthy Italian chick who was coming as well, while James and Sebastian were flying solo and sharing a room. Which we teased them about endlessly.
I packed light, hoping to buy a set of snow coveralls at the Wal-Mart in town. There was nothing in Phoenix. I wished I had my Salomons, but of course Bryce had those with him. Bryce had been joylessly silent over the past month, and I prayed that Ethan’s beat-down had scared the shit out of him and run him out of town.
Ethan locked up the shop and we all rode together in a group, the girls hanging on to the boys while the five motorcycles weaved in and out of traffic. There was something powerful about riding in a group of motorcycles. I was happy to report that Ethan had bought a helmet and now wore it religiously.
When we stopped for gas, people gave us wary glances, especially since Ethan and the other boys were packing. Who in Arizona didn’t have a gun at this point? I’d just gotten used to it, but the mothers clung a little tighter to their children when Ethan went in to pay for gas. Tatted-up felon, with his Kings Club leather vest on, I didn’t blame them. But he was harmless—unless you pissed him off.
By the time we checked into the cabin Friday night, it was past 10PM and we all wanted to be up early for tackling the mountain. Ethan led me upstairs and the hallway split. To the right went Angela and Cody, and to the left was our master. Everyone else was downstairs. The windows and high ceilings made this place so dreamy. Light snow was falling outside, signaling the start of winter even though it was only the first week of November. It was an early ski season, and I was super stoked. As Ethan opened the double doors to the large master, I nearly gasped at the luxury. This reminded me of my old life for a second, but this time it was special; it was with Ethan. And after living life as a waitress, barely scraping by, it was everything to me in this moment.
A huge king bed lay in front of a roaring fire, already set up by the housekeeper. Double doors led out to a deck, where a hot tub sat waiting to be used. The master had a huge soaker tub and double-head shower. Granite counters, rich ebony cabinets—it was fabulous.
“You like it?” Ethan set his duffle bag down at the end of the bed and faced me.
I grinned. “I love it.”
He looked pleased he could spoil me with this type of luxury. I’d never tell him that I lived this level of wealth every day for seven years; it would cheapen this moment and this was special to me. More special than when Bryce used his parents’ money to buy me things.
He sat on the bed and started to unlace his riding boots, rolling his head back and forth to stretch his neck.
