Page 87 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
I raised my eyebrows at him when he lazily rubbed me.“I didn’t know that.How about now?”I fake coughed, and he froze, groaning when I stopped and he glared at me.
“Don’t do that, Bella,” his eyes lowered to my pussy, rubbing the swollen nub faster.I came when white-fiery lust burned in my lids, moaning his name and trembling in his arms.
When I tried to avert my eyes from the mirror, he made me look at the mirror as he held my hair and whispered, “No, watch yourself cum, Kiara.See how fucking beautiful you look right now.”
My hands tightened on his hands and I was so in a haze that I didn’t realize I was scratching my nails on his forearms.Gulping some air, I looked down on his arms and noticed the redness of what my nails had done against his tan skin and whispered, “I am sorry.I didn’t mean to.”
That looked like it hurt.
Ethan kissed my neck and rubbed my stomach and breasts in a way that I was ready for round two.“Don’t be.I will wear your marks proudly,” he smirked and licked the hickey on my neck.
I blushed and hugged him, turning around when he pulled himself out of me.“Thank you,” I whispered in the crook of his neck and relished in his scent, woodsy and spicy.
He rubbed my back and kissed my hair, pulling me closer, “Why are you thanking me, Bella?”
I grinned.“For taking care of me when I am sick.”
His eyes sparkled, and he looked fucking beautiful in post-coital bliss as he lowered me down on the bed, snuggling beside me.“Of course, I would, Kiara.I am your personal doctor bitch.”
A snort escaped my lips as I chuckled, hiding my face in his chest, and trailed my hand over his abs.“Yes, you are my personal bitch.”
Ethan grinned, kissing me on the lips.“Now, as your personal doctor bitch, I would recommend you go to sleep.Right now.You need to rest.”
I smiled, kissing him right above his heart.“Okay, mother hen.”
Ethan hadto wake me up early as he had a match along with Liam.I had asked to go with him and he had agreed, warning me that there would be reporters and paparazzi outside the main pool.Nonetheless, I was there to cheer him on when he won the breaststroke match against his opponents, scoring first.He had improved since the school days.There were a lot of fans wanting to take a picture with him when he changed into a black shirt and pants, his hair damp from the shower.
“Do you like kimchi?”He asked, serving me some more with his chopsticks.
I nodded, flashing him a small smile.
We were at one of his favorite restaurants, sitting on the upper level for lunch with his teammates and their girlfriends or wives.One of them was already pregnant and Ethan had squeezed my hand while introducing me to her.I ate my food, watching how happy all of them were, joking and drinking saké.Soda for me.
“Ethan, is that you?”
I peered up to see a stunning dark-skinned woman, her curvaceous body wrapped in a silky blue dress that hugged her wide hips, ending on her knees.I swallowed the lump in my throat when she smiled at him, her skin glowing, her sharp features contrasting against her warm smile.She was gorgeous.
Ethan stood up, his chair creaking.“Aretta, it’s been a while,” he said with a small smile and to my surprise embraced her in a hug.
I looked away, sipping some water, knowing that my appetite had vanished.I clenched my hands in a fist on my lap, not liking this feeling of being jealous of someone.He just hugged her.Of course, it didn’t mean anything.It wasn’t like I had the right to be jealous, anyway.
“How have you been?”Liam asked cheerfully.
Oh great.Even he knew her.
“This is Kiara, my girlfriend,” Ethan introduced me to her, his hand squeezing my shoulder as warm flutters ignited in my belly.
We had decided that it was better to let our friends and family know that we are boyfriend and girlfriend rather than drop the bomb that I was pregnant.So, I was used to it by now, but he had never said it out loud, so it felt new to me.Me, Kiara Sharma,thegirlfriend of Ethan Kane.
“Hello,” I greeted her with a smile, unsure how to react as I had never been this jealous of someone.
Aretta was looking at Ethan, a small frown etched between her brows, while Ethan gazed down at me with a warm smile.
“Girlfriend?” she asked in disbelief, her date checking the time on his watch, his hand planted firmly on her hip, trying to intimidate Ethan who had an inch over him.
Ethan gave her a look that made her eyes avert to me.“Yes.Kiara has been my best friend ever since I remember.We are dating,” he said with a firm voice.
I held his hand on my shoulder when she raked her dark brown eyes over me, clearly judging me.I was wearing high-waisted jeans and a white flimsy blouse with a sweetheart neckline and lace details, but she made me look like I was no way equal to the man standing beside me.
