"Stay away from Ethan, Anna. I fucking warned you," Lucas growled, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he pinned me against the wall. His breath was hot on my face, but it didn't scare me. Nothing about my brother's threats ever did. If anything, they only made me want Ethan more.
"Let me catch you with him again, and you're gonna be in trouble," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.
I rolled my eyes, pushing him off me. "Yeah, yeah, Lucas. I heard you the first ten times."
"Naughty girl," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The moment he was gone, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. Stay away from Ethan? Fuck that.
I'm Anna, and my brother Lucas thinks he can control every aspect of my life. But what he doesn't know is that his best friend, Ethan Walker, has been driving me absolutely fucking insane since the moment I laid eyes on him.
Ethan. Just thinking about him makes my body ache in ways it shouldn't. Those piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through me. That perfectly sculpted chest that I've imagined running my hands over more times than I can count. And don't even get me started on the bulge in his pants—fuck, it's impossible to miss.
Lucas might think he's protecting me by keeping me away from Ethan, but he's delusional if he thinks I'm going to listen. I want Ethan. I need Ethan. And tonight, I'm going to show him just how much.
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The knock on my bedroom window startled me, but I knew exactly who it was before I even turned around. My heart raced as I pulled back the curtains and there he was—Ethan, standing on the other side of the glass with that cocky grin plastered across his face.
I opened the window, letting the cool night air rush in. "What the hell are you doing here? Lucas is home, you know."
Ethan smirked, his eyes raking over me in a way that made my skin tingle. "Couldn't stay away, Anna. You've been driving me fucking crazy."
I bit my lip, suppressing a smile. "Oh yeah? How so?"
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Every time I see you, all I can think about is bending you over and fucking you until you scream my name."
My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel the heat rising between my legs. "You're a bad influence, Ethan."
He chuckled, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face. "You love it."
I didn't deny it. Instead, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him inside, shutting the window behind him. The moment his feet touched the floor, our lips crashed together in a frenzy of desire and desperation. His hands were everywhere—my waist, my thighs, my ass—his grip firm and urgent. I could feel his cock already hard against my stomach, straining against his boxers. Fuck, he wanted me. And I wanted him just as badly.
But then I jolted awake, sweat dampening my skin, my heart racing. It was just a dream. But damn, it felt so real. My thighs clenched together as I thought about Ethan—his rough hands, his hungry mouth, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world he needed. Lucas wasn't around. Mom wasn't in the compound. This is your chance, don't waste it. I didn't even think twice. I was out the door before I could talk myself out of it.
The night air was cool against my heated skin as I ran to Ethan's place. My mind was a blur of lust and adrenaline. When I reached his door, I knocked once, my hand trembling. It swung open almost immediately, and there he was—Ethan shirtless, dressed only in a singlet and boxers that left little to the imagination. His body was fucking perfect, all hard muscles and taut skin. My mouth went dry.
"Hey," I stammered, playing with my hands nervously. He didn't say a word, just stood there, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. "I… I came to check if Lucas is here," I lied, my voice shaking.
He smirked, stepping forward and grabbing my wrist. In one swift motion, he pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. His body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall. My breath caught as he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "Are you sure that's what brought you here?"
I hesitated, my heart pounding. His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin. "I… I want…" I couldn't get the words out, but he didn't need me to.
"Say it, girl." His voice was low, commanding. "Don't waste my fucking time."
I swallowed hard, my body aching for him. "I want you to teach me… sex," I finally blurted out, my voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his eyes dark with desire. Then, without a word, he swept me off my feet and carried me to his bed. He dropped me onto the mattress, and before I could even catch my breath, he was on top of me, his mouth crashing into mine. His kiss was ruthless, demanding, and I melted into it, my hands tangling in his hair.
He pulled back just long enough to yank off his singlet, revealing his chiseled chest. My hands roamed over his body, feeling every ridge and dip of his muscles. Then he leaned down again, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin. His hand found my breast, squeezing it roughly before tearing my top away in one swift motion. The fabric ripping sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned, arching into his touch.
His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard, and I cried out, my fingers gripping his head. "Fuck, Ethan!" I gasped, pulling him closer. He switched to the other breast, his tongue flicking over my sensitive flesh while his hand teased the other. Every touch, every suck, every lick sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.
His lips trailed lower, kissing a path down my stomach until he reached the waistband of my trousers. He looked up at me, his eyes blazing with hunger, before slowly pulling them off. When he saw what was underneath, he let out a low whistle. "Fuck, baby… You're fucking perfect."
His hands slid up my thighs, spreading them apart. His breath was hot against my core, and I shivered with anticipation. "Ethan, please…" I begged, my voice trembling.
He smirked, his fingers tracing the edges of my panties. "Please what? Tell me exactly what you want, girl."
"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, my cheeks burning. "Teach me everything."
That was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift motion, he tore off my panties, leaving me completely exposed to him. His eyes raked over my body, taking in every inch of me. Then he leaned down, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. "You're so fucking wet for me already," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.