he let them get to this place. Because together they were perfect. There was no one else who could do what he did to her. Nor did she want anyone other than him.
Ethan wasn’t rushing this; she could see how he savored her, how he showed her his love in every touch, every caress.
In one swift movement, he rolled them over, changing positions on her. He looked up at her, a challenge in his eyes—would she make love to him? Sitting on top of him, looking down at the man she’d promised to love until death do them part, she accepted that challenge. Leaning back with her hands holding onto his thighs, she rolled her hips against him over and over.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, her body so close to release. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she slammed her hips against his until she could no longer move. His hands then clasped onto her waist, holding her still as he pumped into her, sending her over the edge, his name falling off her lips as she spasmed around him. As she held on tight for the ride, he continued until he came hard inside of her.
He held on to her as tightly as she to him. Fuck. That was perfect. Just what she needed to center herself.
Mia rested her head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck, feeling the spastic pulse there. She felt content. Peaceful. She hadn’t felt this way in months. And the man laying beneath her was the cause of all of that. The peacefulness as well as the discontent. She tried not to think about the reason why—Kristen. Really she did. But once it entrenched itself in her mind, it wouldn’t let go. And then other thoughts barged in … like had he brought that whore to their home. She wondered if this spot, this room, was where he cheated on her. Those thoughts were the fuel to an angry fire and that anger boiled over. She’d given him silence, tears, but not her anger.
He deserved to see that too.
With a closed fist, she hit at his chest until the tears arrived. “Why did you have to ruin this, Ethan?” She bolted off him and hurriedly dressed herself in her discarded clothes. He sat on the bed in stunned silence. They had just shared a beautiful moment and now she had fury—and it was all directed at him.
“Damn it! That,” she said, pointing at the bed, “was so freaking beautiful but it was ruined the moment the stupid thought crossed my mind—is this where he slept with her? Did he bring her into our home while our kids were down the hall and fuck her on our bed?”
She shook her head repeatedly. The thought turned into a visual implanted in her mind’s eye. It wouldn’t leave. Mia visualized Kristen’s long, blonde hair, fanned out on the bed, Ethan hovering above her. She saw him move inside of her, saw Kristen’s hands roaming his back, grasping his ass as he fucked her.
“Oh God! I need to get out of here.”
“Mia! Don’t go!” he yelled from the bed. She bolted down the stairs to the mudroom and searched for the keys to the BMW. She hardly drove it now since she had the kids most of the time and the soft top convertible was extremely impractical when carting the twins around. But Ethan would have the kids this week, so she transferred her bags to the trunk and hurried to get in the car. She’d text him the details of when she was leaving when she got to Luke’s.
She pulled down the long driveway, maybe just a little too recklessly, and sped the short distance to Luke’s. He stood in the garage when she arrived, looking like he just got home from work with his loosened tie and dress shirt. She parked the car behind him and got out. He silently beckoned her to follow him and led her into the kitchen where she caught her fuzzy reflection in the glass cabinets. Her hair was a fright from Ethan’s hands in it, kissing her mouth, making her feel so damn wonderful.
She tried to smooth it down but it didn’t work.
“Welcome back,” Luke said, hugging her. She returned the embrace, squeezing him tight, thankful to be in his supportive arms until he pushed her back, his eyes raking her over. “Oh my God! You had sex!”