Jar of Hearts (Glow sequel) (3 page)

I unbuttoned his shorts, reaching my hand inside. I felt his boxer briefs were wet at the front, extremely wet from precum. I was stroking him with his wetness, he was pumping his hips against my hand.

“Do you want me to make it better, Ethan?” I lifted his shirt, trailing kisses across his stomach. He groaned, ripping his shirt off his head as he stood up unzipping his shorts, pulling them along with his briefs down to his ankles. He kicked them to the side. I looked at the nine inches of pure sexiness in front of me, in his hands as he put a condom on. My mouth was watering at the sight of his size. This man was perfect.

“Please.” his voice was deep, and sexy. He grabbed my hand pulling me to my feet. He wrapped his hands around my thighs. I jumped, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. He kissed me, effortlessly taking a few steps  pushing my back against the wall by the front door. With one thrust of his hips forward, he was filling me completely.

“Oh, Ethan,” I whispered. His lips were trailing kisses at the crook of my neck, his hips bucking, and the tip of his cock was hitting my g-spot perfectly as though we were meant to do this... we fit together.

“Perfect,” he whispered against my collarbone as if he were reading my mind.

“Perfect,” I agreed with him before letting out a loud groan. I was close again. He pumped faster, and harder. I looked down between us, his eight pack flexed with every pump of his hips. A bead of his sweat ran down his pecks and fell where our bodies connected bringing my closer.

“So tight and wet. My, God,” he groaned.

“You like my tight pussy don't you, Ethan?” I whispered in his ear making him growl. I smiled. “Make me cum all over your big dick,” right then he shifted his hips and pumped faster caressing my tight walls just right at my words. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, God, Ethan!” I cried out, my body was shaking and my orgasm was lingering what seemed to be for a full two minutes.

“I'm not done with you yet, beautiful,” he kissed me, still pumping his hips hitting me just right. I could feel another orgasm building. That would be three in less than twenty minutes and he was still going. What a gift from God, Ethan is!

He slowly pulled out, staring into my eyes as he set me to my feet, I was gasping for air. He smirked at me, I am sure due to the disappointment written across my face from him putting me down. He kissed me before turning me around to face the couch.

“Bend over,” I did as he asked me to. I bent over, placing my right leg onto the back of the couch, resting my hands on the arm.

He wrapped his hand around me from my clit to my puckered hole that I had no idea I would enjoy being touched so much. I moaned.

“Perfect,” he whispered against the skin of my back. His lips lingered, placing gentle kisses. He is going to kill me... I moaned.

He placed his hands on my hips and I closed my eyes waiting for him to impale his beautiful nine inches inside of me. Instead he entered me slowly at first... shallow then deep, shallow then deep. He started to pick up speed, faster and harder. I could hear our bodies slapping with every second of contact they made. He ran two fingers on either side of his erection letting my heat wet his fingers. He groaned as he ran his slick fingers over my other entrance.

“Are you ready to cum again?” his voice was smooth as he was panting, pumping hard and fast.

“Please,” I groaned loudly. “Please, please, please,” I begged him knowing he had something he was planning that would send me over the edge for the third time.

He put his fingers back on either side of his hardness as it pumped in and out. He rubbed my clit with my heat, then brought his fingers back up to my other entrance. He quickly inserted his finger, and I screamed out of pure pleasure. My orgasm came with such a force that I couldn't control my cries.

“Ethan! Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes!” I growled, riding my orgasm. I felt his rhythm slow down, and his dick was throbbing fervidly inside of me.

I was about to buckle onto the couch when he spun me around and caught me in his arms. “Where is your room, beautiful?” he asked quietly, placing a kiss on my cheek as I was trying to catch my breath. I pressed my forehead against his sweaty chest. 

I was so tired, he wore me out, literally. I pointed towards the stairs that led to my bedroom. He carried me up, laying me down upon the bed. I pulled the white down comforter and slid beneath it. He crawled in behind me and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I had never been so sexually satisfied before... or emotionally satisfied as I was right at this moment with Ethan next to me.

I woke up as Ethan's lips were trailing kisses down my neck, shoulders and back. I smiled, rolling over to see his sexy smile.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he touched my cheek with his fingertips, placing a quick kiss on my lips.

“Morning,” I stretched my arms out in front of me. I glanced at the alarm clock, I had two hours until I had to be at work.

“Did you sleep well?” he was staring at me, I could feel it.

“I did actually, better than most nights,” I chuckled. “Last night was fabulous,” I rolled over, placing my lips to his chest. Fabulous was an understatement. Ethan is perfect in every way. He is sweet, funny, abnormally gorgeous, and he is a God in bed. A total God!

“Yeah, it was,” he kissed my forehead. “Should I wear you out like that every night so you get good sleep?” he laughed, kissing my forehead again. His comment had to have been a joke. I felt my body tense up.

Every night? My heart was picking up speed, my palms were becoming sticky against his chest. I quickly turned over and sat up, draping the sheet over my bare chest. I turned around to look at him, he was laying there naked, open and vulnerable on my bed. He ran his fingertips down my back allowing that tingling feeling to travel down to my core. I felt a moan wanting to escape my lips, I cleared my throat and stood up.

“What is it?” he gave me a look of concern. “Did I say something wrong?” he was so sexy with his brows furrowed. I wanted to run my fingertip and smooth out the worried crease. This man in my bed was everything females could ever want. But, he was too much for me and wanted too much from me.

“Ethan,” I dropped my chin to my chest for a moment. “It's Vanessa. I freaked out yesterday when we were doing our, uh, thing because she warned me to stay away from you. You are off limits to me,”

He nodded. “So, that's what yesterday was all about. Gotcha'...” he laughed aloud. “Look, Maria, if this has to do with my sister I can talk to her you know,” he sat up.

“No, Ethan,” I sighed, closing my eyes as I shook my head. This was exactly why Vanessa told me to stay the hell away from her brother. Did I listen? Fuck no I didn't. Now, I am about to let the guy down just like she said I would. This is bad... so bad.

“Then what is it?” he stood from the bed, standing across the room naked in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at his perfect, tan body and his perfect penis... God, he has a perfect penis.

“Perfect penis,” I whispered on accident.

“Perfect, what?” Ethan laughed a hearty laugh making me snap out of it.

“What?” I gaped. “Oh, nothing... never mind,” Oh, God...

“Seriously, what is wrong, Maria?” he walked across the room, dropping the sheet from around me and wrapped me in his arms tightly. “I thought we had a connection yesterday and had one crazy fucking night. I'm confused,”

“I can't do this,” I couldn't do this... I can't date someone. I can't have a relationship... I can't! I cannot do it!

“I'm not following,” he let his hands fall to his sides. I almost wanted to grab his hands and put them back on me claiming that I didn't know what I was saying and for him to stay. But, I couldn't date the guy, I can't.

“I don't date, I don't do relationships...” I shook my head as I fidgeted with my hands. “I'm sorry. Last night was-”

“No,” he shook his head. “I don't believe that. I felt-” he paused for a moment. “I know what I felt and I am sure you felt it too, I saw it in your eyes, Maria.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I'm sorry, but I have to get ready for work,”

“Seriously? It's like that?” he huffed. “You had fun and now I go home like your nothing and last night meant nothing to either of us at all. It's just another notch in the bedpost,”

“Well, yeah...” I was mentally strangling myself with my bed sheet. I was being such a bitch... he is perfect and charming. He doesn't deserve this from me, at all.

“I have no idea what happened, but I know that you are not the person I wanted to spend time with yesterday or last night...” he stormed toward the door. “Now I know why my sister said I was off limits. She has standards,”

I didn't say anything, I just closed my eyes and remembered his gorgeous face and sexy body that was just standing in front of me, because that was the last time I would ever see him again. I would make sure of it. When I heard him slam my front door shut, I fell to the floor with a sob, and yes... for the first time in my life, I felt it too.

Chapter One

Maria

              “Yes... uh, huh,” I rolled my eyes, staring at the speckled ceiling with utter disappointment. “Oh, yes...” I said aloud in monotone, completely lacking enthusiasm. Keith's tan, slender body was sweaty, hovering above me. I looked at him, watching his face scrunch up and his teeth clench while releasing only God knows what kind of noise it was... was it a growl? Really?

“Grr...” he growled again, his sweat beads were rolling down his temples and onto his swollen peck muscles. He was pumping faster and harder between my legs, though the one thing I was anticipating for the last few weeks was definitely not there... his penis.

I can't believe I got out of bed at midnight to succumb to this nonsense. I had been dating Keith... well, he had been dating me. I just wanted to relish him in between the sheets. If only I had known. I wanted to kick him off of me, and never look back. But, I wasn't that cruel. The best thing to do is just let him finish and block his number from my cell phone.

“Where are you going?” he stood in the middle of his New York loft, only a towel covering what was once a fantasy of mine only to be left with the urge to cringe. However did such a God given gift get cursed with such a small problem?

“I am going home,” I threw my red leather petty coat on, sliding my toes back into my red stiletto's. My heels clicked along the dark hard wood floors of his apartment to the kitchen, grabbing my Coach purse off of his black granite counter top.

“Why? I thought we were having a good time,” Keith's hand held the towel together tightly in his grip. His black hair a sexy mess, and his brows furrowed into a look of confusion at my sudden decision to leave.

I clicked my way to the front door then turned around whipping my long, brunette curls behind my back. A good time? I was definitely planning on one, showing up at his loft after a midnight booty text from him in a petty coat and heels. My red stained lips gave him the last 'flash-n-dash' smile and said, “No, Keith... we weren't.”

“What!? Maria!” I heard him call after me as I closed the door.

After trying to hail a cab for the last ten blocks, I decided to give up and walk the entire fifteen back to my best friend Vanessa's house. Unfortunately, as my shitty luck would have it, my upstairs neighbors dog turned the bathroom faucet on while they were at work and flooded my entire apartment. I lost everything from the  knees down. Thank God, the apartment I lived in required renters insurance, otherwise I would have been screwed.

When I reached the house, all of the lights were still off. I placed my hand on my chest, taking deep breath of relief. The last thing I wanted was for Vanessa, or her fiancee' Ben to ask me a shit load of questions about my night. I took the keys from my purse and slowly unlocked the door, letting myself in. I took the red stiletto's off, tiptoeing as quietly as I could. Getting two steps into the hallway...

“Walk of shame?”

I sighed, turning around slowly to see Ben with his blonde hair sticking up in all directions still half asleep with a smile on his face trying hard not to laugh at me. His arms crossed over his chest, then leaned against the wall in his blue pajama bottoms staring at me intently. He knew... oh boy did he know exactly how my night went. Before Vanessa, he was a player just like me. He could read it all over my face without a doubt.

“What is it, Ben?” I heard a groggy Vanessa, her voice was shaky echoing from inside their room.

“Nothing, Babe. It's not a burglar... just your best friend sporting your red Gucci petty coat and stiletto's,” he smiled widely.

“God, Ben you are such an asshole!” I whispered loudly.

“Only because I love you, Maria,” he laughed aloud. I glared at him.

“My what?” Vanessa's footsteps drew closer to the hallway. She reached her hand from the doorway, flicking on the hallway light making all of us flinch from the sudden brightness. She took a good look at me and smiled.

“Looks hot on you,”

“Thank you,” I stuck my tongue out at Ben who rolled his eyes.

“Where were you?” she rubbed her eyes, Ben taking her in his arms tightly. He kissed her forehead.

“At Keith's,” I shrugged.

Vanessa suddenly wide awake, her all too familiar blue eyes lit up and the blonde bun atop of her head shook as she gaped. “Ah! You were?” she shrilled. “How did it go? You've been wanting in his pants for weeks!”

“Let me guess,” Ben eyes me. “He wasn't anything that your fantasies thought him up to be,” he held his pinky in the air. “Pencil dick,” he winked.

Bastard. “Bingo, goodnight!” I smiled, quickly opening my bedroom door and closing it behind me. I pressed my back up against the door.

“Ben, that was mean,” I heard Vanessa say. “You should have let her tell me when she wanted to,”

“Hey, I just call it how I see it,” he laughed. True.

I kicked away from the door with the heel of my foot then dropped my purse onto the dresser. I took the petty coat off, slipping into a blue tank top, and a pair of Pink sleep shorts then crawled into bed. I was a little annoyed with myself  as I had worked Keith into something huge in my thoughts. I swore to never being in a relationship, but the more I got to know Keith, the more I started to like him. I figured that if the sex was mind blowing that I was going to keep him around a bit longer than my one week rule. But, his penis blew it.

I sighed. I was destined to be a player, destined to never be tied down by the stresses of relationships. No one to tell me what I can and cannot do, what I can and cannot wear. No thank you. Moving on, I will sleep in on my Saturday and forget about Keith as I have a date to meet Marc Leland for dinner tomorrow night. Keith was just one of many. Many that weren't right for me. Just like my mother had the many that weren't right for her. The five marriage licenses followed by the miles and miles of tears, tissues, empty gallons of ice cream, and divorce papers prove that. For some, relationships and marriage may work... but for Maria Anderson? They would and never will. It is in my blood attacking my cells and platelets like the plague. It is a curse I was born with to inevitably be alone for the rest of my life. So I deal.

I turned my mini lamp off on the nightstand next to my bed, and tucked myself in. Once again, as always and forever, I am alone. 

“Ethan, I am so sorry! I can't believe that she did that to you,” I hear Vanessa say sullenly. “What was she thinking?”

I groaned, rolling over to look at the alarm clock, it was now ten in the morning. I closed my eyes trying to get back to sleep when Vanessa's conversation with her brother Ethan kept going on and on. Every time her petite voice said his name it was a continual reminder of the best night of sex I have ever had and yet one of the worst days of my life. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't feel guilty, and a bit of regret. I looked at the alarm again to see it was now almost ten-thirty.

“I'm up,” I sat up, letting my legs dangle from the side of the bed. I ran my hands down my face then grabbed my phone to see a text from Marc, I smiled. It was a picture of him, his brown hair short and perfect, dimples, and a bright smile showing his perfect white teeth and sparkling green eyes. Keith and Ethan totally forgotten. Well, Keith at least.

Hello, gorgeous. Just showing you how excited I am about our date tonight. Cheese!

I laughed aloud then took a picture of my bed head and this mornings left over make up with a huge smile and text him back with the picture message.

Not as excited as I was when I woke up to your text, handsome! And is that cheese American? I love me some American cheese!

My feet still dangled, moving back and forth as I giggled like a teenage girl, waiting for his text back.

LOL! As long as you wake up next to me looking like that, it is whatever cheese you want, sexy...

I shook my head with a huge smile playing at my lips, setting my phone back onto my nightstand. I stood from my bed and stretched still hearing Vanessa in the background. I needed some coffee and fast. I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen where Ben was sitting in the bar stool at the counter drinking coffee and reading the paper.

I was pouring my cup of coffee when I heard Ben clear his throat. I looked up and he had his eyes still on the paper, with his pinky up in the air. He looked up at me and smiled, I flipped him off making him laugh.

“Pencil dick,” he said between laughs.

“You are so rude, Benjamin!” I reached over the counter and slapped the bottom of his newspaper.

“Absolutely, Ethan,” Vanessa was behind me now, still on the phone.  Ethan, Ethan, Ethan! My, God already...

Ben raised his pinky again, and I smacked the newspaper harder this time. Vanessa placed her hand between the both of us as if she were our mother trying to get us to stop while she was on the phone. I stuck my tongue out at him.

“You are more than welcome to come and stay here,” she smiled. “As long as you need to,”

I choked on my coffee, looking at her with wide eyes. Of course she would offer having the slightest clue about mine and her brothers weenie, itsy-bitsy past.

“What's the matter? Ethan got your tongue?” Ben muttered, his eyes on his paper.

“Understatement of the century.” I muttered, only Ben could hear me. Ben has brought Ethan up before and given my reaction when he did, he pretty much figured it out on his own. They are best friends so it's unclear if he has confronted Ethan about it, but he has never said anything to Vanessa. I think he knows better.

“Love you too, Ethan. See you tonight,” she hung up with a frown on her face.

“What's up, babe?” Ben set the paper down and pulled her onto his lap. I watched his concern for her as I sipped on my coffee.

“Jackie left Ethan,” Vanessa's shoulders slumped forward. “She left him for the real estate agent that sold them their house a few months ago. Apparently, they had swapped numbers through the process and they have been texting and seeing each other behind Ethan's back,”

“I'm sorry, babe,” Ben rubbed circles on the Vanessa's lower back as she sat there silently. Ben eyed me for a moment waiting for my reaction like always when Ethan was brought up. I played it cool.

“Such a shame,” I shook my head. “Now, do you see why I don't get involved in relationships?” I was a hypocrite, I had hurt him too.

“No, she just wasn't right for my brother is all,” she smiled. “There is someone out there for everybody,”

“Wow, I never thought in a million years I would ever hear that from you, Vanessa,” I took another sip of my coffee.

“Amen to that!” Ben high-fived me across the counter.

“What?” she hopped off of Ben's lap. “I cannot believe you two are ganging up on me right now,” she frowned. 

“Babe, I only agreed with her because you truthfully made it difficult to try and be with you,” he pulled her back to his lap.

Oh, boy did she ever! I remember clearly, like it was yesterday. Miss. Love Doesn't Exist. She insisted that there were no good men out in the world nowadays. With Ethan and Ben being best friends when they were little, Ben fell in love with Vanessa but never told her how he felt up until about six months ago. She fought him and fought him on it too. It was clear she had feelings for him, but she denied them and him. Embarrassing enough to admit, I met up with them at club Estrada's one night in the hopes of having one of the best one night stands of my life with Ben only to be taken against my will to a coffee shop where Ben confessed to me how he felt about Vanessa which in turn caused Vanessa to hold me hostage bound to her kitchen chair. Thanks to Vanessa, I loathe Pinot and chiffon.

Ben's Aunt Ellen being our boss, CEO of Glow fashion mag, he had talked her into doing a piece on players and why they play woman just to be close to Vanessa. They fought, and didn't get along whatsoever. He told her he loved her, and she freaked. Then she went to tell him that she loved him, only to freak again when she saw a naked skank leaving Ben's house. Turns out it was nothing she thought it was, of course. And here they are.