Bound for Nirvana: (The Bound Trilogy Book 3) (17 page)

“To keep it even, baby. And so that you’ll never stop wanting this—wanting me.”

“I’d die before I stop wanting you.”

“Only me?” I needed to hear it.

“Only you, baby.”

Pushing away from the wall, he cupped my ass for support and moved to the steps, placing me down halfway up to the iron gate. He knelt in front of me on a lower step, shoving my skirt up to my waist, his hands on the inside of my knees prying my legs apart. The act urged me to reach back to support myself, to present my body to him like an offering or a sacrifice, spread wide for his appreciation. Suddenly, he pushed to his feet, leaving me breathless and wanting, my pussy pulsing with the need for his touch, the need to be filled. He stood gazing down at me as the rain battered against my near-naked body, my breasts and sex exposed, spread wide, and on display.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped. “You have no clue how fucking hot you look right now. Your pussy is pink and pulsing for me, baby.”

He stood there before me, brazen and sexy as hell, every sleek contour, dip and curve of his perfectly-sculpted torso defined and glistening in the drenching rain. He truly was a god. My god, and I wanted him more urgently than I needed my next breath.

“Fuck me, Ethan. I need you inside me so bad.” I almost shouted the plea above the deafening sound of the persistent driving rain.

Without pause, his hands moved to free himself from the confines of his pants, releasing the buckle of his belt and reaching in to grab his twitching, bulging cock. He held it in the palm of his hand and began to caress the shaft in long, sweeping strokes. The sight of his skillful hands playing with himself in front of me, combined with the look of pure animalistic, lewd desire written all over his startlingly sexy face was almost too much to bear.

Squirming with need for him, my hands reached to stroke down my inner thighs, physically spreading my legs in shameless invitation. He moved, swooping down on the step, his head burrowing between my legs and his mouth closing urgently over my sex. I screamed out in complete ecstasy as his tongue delved inside, lapping and licking, his hand reaching up to grasp and knead my aching breast. My body arched in unrestrained, helpless yearning, the muscles of my abdomen undulating, my breasts sitting pert and mountainous, jutting proudly toward the tumultuous sky.

“Fuck me, Ethan,” I begged him again.

Shifting, his powerful body rose up above me as he guided his heaving, jerking cock toward my sodden entrance. Within seconds he was plunging inside me, hard and deep. I cried out at the shock of the invasion, my eyes wide, mouth open as I gasped for air, every inch of him spreading and filling me to capacity. He gripped the steps for leverage as he pounded into me with untamable ferocity. My back ground into the stone steps painfully, but I didn’t care; it only seemed to exacerbate the incredible sensations that were careening through my body like a wild, unapologetic hurricane.

The unrelenting rain continued its brutal assault on our hot, unified bodies as we writhed together, climbing toward blissful release. Suddenly, a bright white spark flashed across the sky, illuminating our wet, glistening skin and accentuating the pure, glowing blend of ecstasy and love on Ethan’s face. The vision was my undoing and as my orgasm struck, so, too, did the explosive, resounding sound of thunder as it crashed angrily overhead.

Ethan continued to hammer into me, driving the swell of my climax through every cell of my body, until it exploded as violently as the thunder in the sky, rolling on and on and on. The muscles of my sex tightened, clenching around his cock and sparking his release. He roared with wild, desirous pleasure as he followed, spurting the hot, thick cream of his seed deep inside me. He rocked gently backwards and forwards, each stroke easing our pounding hearts and erratic breathing back to an even rhythm.

The tremors of our orgasms abated, withdrawing into the night along with the quivering vibrations of the thunder, and finally the rain slowed to steady shower. Ethan reached up to smooth my sodden hair from my face, leaning in to kiss me tenderly on my swollen lips.

“I love you so much, Cinders.”

“And I you, my devastatingly handsome, Prince Charming.”

His mouth stretched into a smug, sated grin, which dissolved swiftly into concern the second I began to shiver. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck am I thinking? You’re going to catch your death.” He stood quickly, pulling me with him and reorganizing my saturated clothes to conceal my nudity, untying the knot in my shirt and smoothing it down over my exposed skin. Although I was cold and wet already, the contact from the soaking material stole my breath once again and my teeth began to chatter. “Oh fuck, you’re going to get sick and it will be my fault. Come on, we need to get you home.”

“Wait,” I pulled back on his arm. “Firstly, I’m not sick, and if I was, it would be my fault, not yours. And secondly…” I glanced down with a grin on my face “…you might want to put that away before we go back inside.”

Ethan followed my gaze. “Oh shit.” He tucked himself away and fastened his zipper. “Finally, I understand the term ‘freezing your cock off.’ It’s so fucking cold, I’ve lost all feeling in it.”

We both laughed, turning toward the door and the promise of warmth inside. Our smiles vanished along with our breath as we turned to one another in horror. The door was locked and there was no handle to open it.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Ethan glanced toward the gate, our only other means of getting out of there, the giant secured padlock mocking us from its hanging place. “What’s the point of an escape route if you can’t fucking escape?” His eyes scooted up to the pointed spikes at the top, as if examining the possibility of scaling it.

“I hope you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, Wilde. That thing must be nearly eight feet high. I can barely feel my hands; I’m wearing high heels and no freaking panties.”

“Okay, okay, the gates a no-go, I hear you.” He paused, delving into his pocket and retrieving his cell.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he tapped the screen and held it up to his ear.

“The only thing left I can do.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Damon? It’s me… long story, dude. Listen. Can you do me a massive favor?”

A few minutes later, the door was opened and we rushed inside gratefully. Damon gawked open mouthed at our drenched, disheveled state. “You two are a pair of crazy motherfuckers.”

I ran my fingers through my hair to squeeze the water to the ends, my teeth chattering almost uncontrollably. “We were just… um—”

“No worries,” Damon interrupted. “I can guess. But why you guys can’t just get a fucking room like—” His gaze slid to my shirt, my erect nipples and lace bra clearly visible through the soaking, sheer material plastered to my skin.

Ethan’s arm flew up instinctively to wrap around my chest. “Fuck, dude, give her your goddamn jacket.”

Damon started to laugh and shrugged out of his blazer, holding it open for me to turn into. “Sorry, Bro, I’m just a red-blooded man doing what a red-blooded man does.”

Ethan snatched the jacket with a look of fury on his face and draped it around my shoulders. “Well, be red-blooded with someone else’s woman. It’s thanks to you dick-wielding bastards that we’re out there in the first place. If you all kept your eyes and hands to yourself, I wouldn’t—”

Ethan halted when he noticed me holding on to my sides in an attempt to stifle the fit of laughter which was bursting to escape. Unable to hold it in any longer, I began to laugh hysterically. Damon joined in instantly, followed, soon after, by Ethan himself.

We escaped through the club as surreptitiously as we could manage, considering our tousled, rain-drenched state, avoiding the rest of the group entirely. Damon made our excuses and promised to see Natasha home safely while Jackson whisked us off into the night without question, but with a barely contained grin. Ethan held me tightly in his lap, his arms engulfing me protectively for the whole of the journey, insisting on carrying me from the vehicle to the elevator and up to our home in the sky. After filling the tub, we soaked in the hot water until our bones thawed and feeling returned to our limbs. We soaped each other down, all the time exchanging gentle, reassuring words and tender kisses, until our worries and misgivings were finally washed away.

By the time we finally snuggled up in our huge bed, my back nestled into the comfort of his strong embrace, I was inhumanly tired.

Ethan inhaled the top of my head and sighed contentedly. “You’re a dirty, dirty girl, Cinderella,” he whispered.

“I know,” I murmured sleepily. “It’s all because of you.”

Chapter Eight

I threw the last bits of my stuff in the weekend bag and dragged the zipper around to secure it. What I really wanted to do was put it all back in the closet and heave in a much needed sigh of relief. The knot of nerves in my stomach was as tight as a fist, and my chest had that heavy, familiar ache of anxiety. I knew it was futile, but I raised a hand to rub at the pain, anyway. It was habit.

“Ready?” Ethan asked cautiously from the bedroom doorway.

Ethan’s parents, Richard and Veronica Wilde, had arrived home safely yesterday, and very shortly, I would be on my way to meet them for the very first time.

“If I said no?” I asked, silently praying he would show some mercy and cancel.

“I would tell you to hurry up.” His voice was stern, but the soft, gentle look of concern which melted onto his handsome face belied the stringency of his tone. “They’re not going to eat you, baby.” He stalked toward me and took me into his arms, grinning widely. “As you know, that’s my job.”

Smiling up at him, I gratefully accepted the tender, reassuring kiss he brushed against my lips. Naturally, Ethan was excited to see his parents, and I couldn’t help but feel I was putting a dampener on his enthusiasm by being so anxious.

“I wouldn’t mind one bit if you wanted to go alone on this occasion, E. You haven’t seen them for such a long time; you must have tons to catch up on. You don’t need me intruding on your family time…”

The rest of my sentence caught in my throat when his face turned stony with disappointment, his hands releasing me and resting on his hips. “I don’t need you? Is that what you really think? I’d rather not go at all than go without you, Angel. You’re the
reason
I’m so excited to see them. I’ve waited months to introduce them to the rest of my life.”

“I know,” I said, quickly regretting my outburst. I prized his hands from his hips, folding them back around my waist. “I’m sorry, E. But what if they’re hoping to see you alone, spend some time with their son? They have no idea to expect me.”

“You really think Abby’s managed to keep her mouth shut all this time? I’ll put every cent I own on them expecting you.”

The knot of anxiety in my chest loosened a little. It would definitely take the edge off if they were anticipating my arrival. “Well, I, for one, hope that Abby’s mouth has run away with her on this occasion.”

“You need to stop worrying,” he said, laughing. “Come on, we’ve just got time to have a bite to eat before we leave. I’ve made us a sandwich.”

“Oh, I thought you wanted to leave early so we could arrive by two?” I followed him down the hall and through to the kitchen to where our lunch was waiting on the breakfast island.

“And we will be. It should only take an hour, traffic permitting.”

“I thought you said your parents lived near Claudia in the Hamptons?”

He frowned, as if thinking back on bygone conversations while pouring us each a glass of water. “I said my parents had a house there. They also have an apartment here in Manhattan, one in London, and one in Paris, but their main home is in Greenwich County.”

“Oh,” I said, once again staggered by the reminder of how obscenely wealthy the Wilde family was. “Wait a minute, Greenwich County, Connecticut?”

“The very same.”

“Oh, well that’s better. I can’t say I was looking forward to a drive out to the Hamptons, my back is still a little sore.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened with the bold reminder of our wild, debauched escapade at the Salsa club. The episode had left a little mild bruising on my lower back, and he’d been beating himself up over it ever since.

“Stop it,” I scolded, knowing exactly what was turning over in his mind.

“I can’t help it. It’s inexcusable that I allowed my crazy jealousy to get the better of me.”

“Well, I don’t regret it one bit. And it takes two to tango, E. You didn’t exactly club me over the head and drag me to your lair to have your wicked way with me. I was more than a willing participant. And as far as your jealousy’s concerned, my incendiary behavior didn’t exactly help.”

“I didn’t say I regretted it. How could I? It has to be the horniest thing I ever did. I just can’t stop thinking about how you could have gotten really sick.”

“But I didn’t.”

“You could have badly damaged your back,” he continued to fuss.

“But I didn’t. So, now who needs to stop worrying? I wouldn’t change a thing about it and neither would you.”

A sexy smile teetered on the edge of his lips. “You’re a—”

“Dirty girl. I know,” I interrupted, reaching to wipe off a smattering of mustard-mayo from his lower lip, sucking it seductively from my finger. “If it makes you feel better, maybe you could give my back a little rub on the way over to your parents’. With an hour to kill, we could put the privacy divider in place and have a little fun.”

Suddenly there was a twinkle in his eye. “Mmm, as tempting as that sounds, it may prove a little difficult while I’m driving.”

“
You’re
driving?” I asked incredulously. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen Ethan drive; he had little need to, not with Jackson. “Why, where’s Jackson?”

“I’ve given him the weekend off.” There it was again, a momentary, gleaming flash of light sparkling in those electric blue irises. He averted his gaze and glancing at his watch, stood to clear our plates. “I’ll take our luggage down to the car and get it ready. Meet me down there in five minutes.”

After brushing my teeth, I applied lip gloss, then stood looking at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, doing that stupid thing they do in the movies when they practice a smile and a speech to their reflection.