Page 66 of Lovestrung

Kate sighed and turned around. “Suit yourself, but I’m not staying here.”

She started to climb down the steps, and I let out a long breath as I watched her. I knew she was right. It was the perfect plan, but that didn’t mean I was entirely comfortable with it. I’d never actually done something like this before – I’d never told on my brothers, always keeping their secrets – but the way they’d hurt me fueled my anger and hurt.

“All right, wait for me,” I called out softly as I climbed after Kate. Her satisfied smirk met me when I reached her, and she grabbed my hand.

“Let’s show these college boys we’re not to be messed with, yeah?”

I nodded, grateful for her confidence. One day, I hoped it would rub off on me – maybe tonight would be the start of that.

We crept around on the outskirts of the party, keeping as much to the shadows as we could while Kate snapped many photos of Parker and Max. It felt so good to be reckless, to bend the rules my parents set, and the sweetness of freedom poured through my veins as we giggled like little girls; as we did our best to stay hidden from prying eyes, my gaze swept to Ethan and the girl more often than I liked. But another thing I noticed was that he didn’t seem drunk like my brothers; he had a soda in his hand the whole time, making me wonder why it seemed he didn’t want to celebrate with beer like the rest of the party.

Time passed quickly, and once I felt we had enough photos, exhaustion born from the adrenaline rush set in. Kate must’ve have been feeling the same as me, because soon after, she yawned widely and gave me a quick hug.

“I’m exhausted,” she grimaced as she let me go. “I think you have enough ammunition for now. I’ll email the photos to you in the morning, yeah?”

I nodded. “Thanks for helping me.”

She smiled shortly and then turned to leave. “Oh,” she stopped and grinned at me. “This was actually a lot of fun. Let me know when your dad lets you off the hook. We’ll have a sleepover at my place.”

I nodded once and gave her a half wave before I left the garden and went to the back of the house and up the stairs of the wraparound porch. Our old dogs, Sam and Molly, were snoozing in front of the door when I let myself inside and barely glanced at me as I bent to scratch their ears. Yawning widely, I stretched before leaving them alone and went up the stairs to my room. Sad and edgy, I rubbed my eyes, needing to sleep more than anything else, but when I reached the top of the stairs, husky moans reached my ears, causing me to cock my ear. A low giggle followed by a manly groan made my breath hitch, and I wondered if I’d somehow missed seeing either one of my brothers leaving the party to go upstairs with a girl. Theoretically, I knew what went on at these parties, but the thought of catching one of them making out – or worse – wasn’t something I was prepared to see. Actually, the very idea of it made me gag.

But just like curiosity got the cat, I couldn’t stop myself from finding out what was going on. I tiptoed down the hall, avoiding the familiar spots in the floor that creaked and moaned, and peeked around the corner. My hand flew to cover my mouth at the sight that welcomed me only a few feet away.

Ethan was standing against the wall, head thrown back, eyes closed, and his fingers fisted in that girl’s blonde hair as she kneeled before him. My eyes flew down to his bath trunks pooling at his ankles, taking in the way his thigh muscles clenched while the girl’s head was buried in his groin, bobbing up and down. Sucking noises whooshed in my ears and I closed my eyes before the sound of another long groan falling from his mouth pushed me to open them again.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he panted, pushing his hips closer to the girl.

Shocked, but unable to look away, my eyes fused to his groin, taking in the sight of his manhood as the girl hummed, her tongue playing with the tip and her hand fisted at the base.

Look away, Pippa. Look. Away!

But I couldn’t. All I could do was keep my mouth shut and stare as she kept it up. It was too dark to read her eyes, but the way she looked up at him, smiling around his cock, was a look of female power I’d never seen before. She was enjoying this as much as he was. I should feel ashamed of myself, but when Ethan hissed, pumping into her mouth, the only thing at the forefront of my mind was to keep watching him. My gaze swept up to take in his face, and I gasped into my hand still covering my mouth.

He was beautiful. His hard jaw set, as if he was gritting his teeth, and his hair flopped into his eyes as he stared down at her. He bit down on his lower lip, his cheeks flushed, and I thought I’d never seen him look more beautiful. The way his abs clenched with each thrust made my insides warm, and the newly found familiar throbbing between my legs as I kept watching made me burn. It was similar to the way Adam’s kisses made me feel, only this time, the sensation was tenfold – all-consuming, intense, and just plain incredible.

I thought the romance novels I’d started to read the last year had prepared me, but nothing could at seeing the first blowjob in my life. I was fascinated.

And, I found out when I felt a trickle of wetness between my legs, massively turned on.

I was also jealous.

I wanted to be her.

“I’m gonna come,” Ethan groaned seconds before his hips pumped one last time, his whole body taut as he no doubt did what he’d warned and came in the girl’s mouth. I rubbed my thighs against each other, trying to find relief, when he stilled, panting hard. Then he leaned down to the girl, put his hands under her armpits and pulled her up, his mouth covering hers in what I could only describe as a deep, grateful kiss.

I frowned, wondering if he could taste himself as he kissed her. The thought was so arousing, I bit down on my lip almost hard enough to break the skin.

Finally, his mouth released hers and he grinned down at her. “Come on, beautiful. I want to make you feel good as well.”

The small whimper that escaped her mouth as he pulled her behind him grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t fault her for it. If Ethan had kissed me like he just kissed her, I’d probably be willing to go and do whatever he wanted as well. As I watched them move into his room at the far end of the hall, tension seeped through me and I leaned my back against the wall when he shut the door.

My cheeks aflame, I puffed shallow breaths through my mouth, relieved that I was alone, but then my body flew into action. I pushed away from the wall, and as fast as I could, but still on tiptoes, I ran to my own room next to the very spot he’d blown in her mouth and locked it behind me. My breaths were coming so fast, and my heart pounded – my clothes felt stifling, scratchy on my overheated skin. Keeping the light off, I hurried to undress and jumped into bed. The bed linen on my bare skin sent unfamiliar but delicious tremors through me, and I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my mind.

Only, this time, Ethan wasn’t looking down at a nameless girl.

He was looking down at me.

His hands were cradling my head.