Chapter 115: Chapter 115
It seemed the little guy wiped himself out swimming in the ocean, because he crashed the second his head hit the pillow.
Once Lane saw his breathing turn steady, she tucked the blanket around him, stood up from the edge of the bed, and quietly slipped out of the room.
She jumped a little when she saw Ethan leaning against the wall right outside, clearly waiting for her.
Her heart started hammering the moment he pushed off the wall and started toward her. Looking into his eyes, she saw nothing but raw hunger and lust.
Lane couldn’t help but back away as he closed the distance. She felt like prey cornered by a predator.
She backed up until she hit the cold, hard surface of the wall, glancing behind her only to realize she was out of room to run.
When she looked back at Ethan, a smirk was playing on his lips. He stopped right in front of her, his eyes locked onto hers with total focus.
"Is Calvin out?" Ethan asked, his voice low and husky.
She gave a slow nod. "So, you ready?" he asked.
She pulled a face, playing dumb. "Ready for what?"
Instead of giving her a straight answer, he brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face and leaned in until his lips were brushing against her ear.
"To make love, Lane," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
"Let’s make another baby, love. Let’s make our little girl."
Lane couldn’t help but smile at that. Instead of saying anything, she looped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
"Just make sure that in nine months, I’m actually holding a baby girl, love."
"Challenge accepted," he replied. Ethan didn’t waste another second before capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
He kissed her with a desperate fervor, and she met him halfway, giving back exactly what he was putting in.
Their tongues danced, neither one willing to back down or give in first. She felt his arm snake around her waist, hauling her flush against his body.
Her nipples peaked against his massive chest as the kiss turned even more sensual, more feverish and more intense.
Suddenly, she felt her feet leave the floor as Ethan scooped her up without breaking the kiss. He carried her into the other room, and a moment later, she felt the soft mattress beneath her. He laid her down gently, hovering over her.
They kept kissing for a few more beats before he finally pulled back.
Lane was gasping, totally breathless from the heat of it. Ethan’s kisses trailed down her jawline to her neck, and she tilted her head back, giving him full access.
She let out a soft moan as he licked, nipped, and sucked at her skin.
The sensation sent butterflies swarming through her stomach and straight down to her core, especially when his hand moved up to cup her breast. He caressed her slowly, making her arch her back into his touch.
After a few more moments at her neck, he started working his way down, sliding her summer dress off her shoulders.
He paused, his brows furrowing as he stared at her chest. Lane followed his gaze and realized he was looking at her nipple tape.
"You’re only wearing tape?" he asked, his voice firm.
"Yeah," she breathed. "You could see my bra straps in this dress, so I just went with the tape."
"Fuck. Next time, don’t go out without me if you’re wearing that," he growled.
Lane just nodded.
"Because these belong to me, Lane. Mine. Mine alone."
"Ahh..." Lane moaned as Ethan buried his face there. He used his lips to peel away one piece of tape and his hand for the other.
She covered her mouth to stifle a scream as he nipped at her before taking her into his mouth. She arched her back, one hand threading through his hair while his free hand kneaded her other breast.
While he was occupied up top, his other hand started wandering south, slipping under the hem of her dress.
She let out a loud moan when he unexpectedly slid her panties aside and started touching her intimately.
He could feel how wet she was, but it seemed he wanted her even more turned on, because he kept up a slow, agonizing caress.
By now, she was soaking. Once he was satisfied with how aroused she was, he slid a finger inside her. Her moans got louder as he started to move. Slow at first, then picking up speed until she was whimpering his name.
"Ahh... Ethan..."
He pushed deep inside her, his movements relentless, making her squirm with pleasure. The tension in her gut was building fast.
She was right on the edge of a cliff. But just as she was about to boil over, Ethan stopped and pulled his finger out.
"E-Ethan?"
"I want you to cum for me, Lane," he rasped.
He slid down her body, hiking her dress up to her waist. He made quick work of her panties and buried his face between her thighs.
She felt the electric touch of his mouth on her immediately. She moaned as he gently nipped and sucked at her clit, sending her arching off the bed.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, devouring her like there was no tomorrow. Every lick and flick of his tongue was purposeful and intense.
He pleasured her for what felt like hours until the orgasm finally came crashing down. Her whole body trembled as she hit a massive climax.
Ethan didn’t stop, licking her clean until she was panting and completely spent.
He moved back up, never taking his eyes off her as he stripped off his own clothes until he was completely bare. His cock was hard and thumping, practically saluting her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her toward the edge of the bed.
"Come here, Lane."
A muffled moan escaped her as his length brushed against her. She gasped when he started rubbing against her, sending fresh waves of pleasure through her.
Then, without warning, he slammed into her.
The second he was inside, he started thrusting with a raw, forceful rhythm.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips to get deeper. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, making the bed creak so loud she was worried it might actually snap.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, maintaining that punishing pace.
The tension started building in her all over again. A few moments later, Lane cried out as she hit another peak.
She was still shaking when Ethan shifted their weight, rolling her onto her side and pulling her back against his chest. He entered her again from behind, his rhythm never faltering.
She felt every single deep thrust. "Ethan..."
"I know, baby. Cum with me."
He got even more intense, his hips grinding against her, making her feel every inch of him.
He pulled back almost all the way before one final, deep thrust sent her over the edge for the last time.
She felt him go rigid behind her as he released, his heat spilling deep inside her.
He held her tight, his heavy breathing loud against her back.
She hadn’t even caught her breath yet when he started moving her again. This time, he positioned her face-down on the bed, staying right behind her.
"You’re having my second child, Lane. I’m making sure of it," Ethan declared before claiming her all over again.
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Glancing beside her, Lane realized Ethan was already gone by the time she opened her eyes.
She slowly sat up, biting her lip as a wave of soreness hit her which was a direct result of their marathon session earlier.
Honestly, she’d lost count of how many times they’d gone at it. All she knew was that it was already pitch black outside when he finally stopped.
Ethan always made sure their time together meant something, and even though she was aching, she wasn’t complaining. She wanted this.
She wanted to give Calvin a sibling more than anything. She could already see it: a little girl who looked just like her.
She caught herself smiling at the thought, feeling a rush of pure hype. There wasn’t even a baby yet, but she was already dreaming big.
And she knew this time around wouldn’t be such a struggle because she wasn’t flying solo anymore.
Ethan was right there, ready to have her back through thick and thin.
She finally dragged herself out of bed. Instead of hunting for Ethan right away, she ducked into the bathroom.
Her skin felt totally clammy, and even though she knew Ethan had wiped her down and tucked her in before she crashed, she really needed a shower.
Lane shook her head as she caught her reflection. Her skin was covered in souvenirs.
There were red marks on her neck, her chest, her stomach, and even her legs! How was she supposed to pull off a swimsuit if Calvin wanted to go for one last dip before they headed home tomorrow?
Oh, Ethan. You really did a number on me.
She hopped in the shower and kept it quick. When she stepped out, she was just wrapped in a towel as she dug through her bag for something to wear.
Since she’d only packed summer dresses, she didn’t have much of a choice. The fabric hid most of the evidence, but that mark on her neck was a dead giveaway.
She just hoped Calvin would buy the mosquito bite excuse she’d used before.
Dressed and ready, she headed for the next room, expecting to find her boys. When she saw it was empty, she started to worry.
"Ethan? Calvin?" she called out. Silence.
She checked outside the cottage, thinking they might be playing near the door, but there was no sign of them. Where the hell did they go?
She doubled back inside to grab her phone and dialed Ethan. He picked up on the third ring. "Love?"
"Ethan, where are you guys?" Lane asked.
"I am down at the beach with Calvin," he said.
"Where exactly?" She wasn’t about to just sit there by herself. He gave her the direction, and she told him she was on her way before hanging up.
She headed out again, phone inhand, looking for her husband and son. She started to frown when she realized how dark it was.
Was the power out or something? Ethan said they were close, but she couldn’t see a thing.
She hit his number again. He picked up instantly. "Where are you? I’m out here and it’s freaking pitch black," she said.
"Just keep walking straight, Lane," Ethan told her.
The line went dead before she could argue. She followed his lead, feeling her way forward, when suddenly, the path started to glow.
Lights began flicking on one by one, illuminating the sand. She was right in the middle of the trail when a familiar beat filled the air.
The whole area suddenly flooded with light. Lane’s jaw dropped as she realized she was surrounded by familiar faces. But her eyes immediately locked onto the man walking toward her, clutching a massive bouquet.
He looked absolutely dashing in a white button-down and black slacks, and he was looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.
Ethan.
He walked right up to her and handed her the flowers.
"W-what is all this?" she stammered, her pulse racing.
Instead of saying a word, he dropped to one knee.
"E-Ethan..."
He took a shaky breath. "Lane..." He said her name with so much heart it made her weak.
"I know the first time we did this was a disaster because I was a total idiot back then. But you stayed. You accepted me, and you chose to let me back into your heart and your life. Even after all my screw-ups, you forgave me... and more importantly, you loved me. I’m so incredibly grateful for that."
His voice cracked, and she could see his face flushing with emotion.
"I promise to pay you back for that love, not just double, but triple. This isn’t just some talk. It’s a promise from my soul. I choose you today, tomorrow, and forever."
Lane bit her lip hard, trying to keep from sobbing right then and there.
Ethan took another deep breath and pulled a little red box from his pocket. When he flipped it open, she lost it.
A massive diamond ring was sparkling right back at her.
"Lane, I want to marry you again. This time, it’s my choice. It’s what I want with everything I am. Will you marry me again? Will you spend the rest of your life with me?"
The tears were coming down like a waterfall now. After a heartbeat, she gave a slow, shaky nod.
"Y-yes. I want to spend forever with you, Ethan," she choked out. Through her blurry vision, she saw that he was crying too.
He quickly wiped his eyes, pulled the ring from the box, and slid it onto her finger.
He stood up and immediately cupped her face, pulling her into a deep, soul-searing kiss.
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but Lane barely heard them over the sound of her own heart thumping in her ears.
When they finally pulled apart, he looked at her with pure adoration.
"I can’t wait to see you in a white dress again, Lane," he whispered. "I love you so much."
He pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, and she squeezed him back just as hard.
"Mommy! Daddy!"
They broke the hug when they heard their son’s voice. They both looked over to see Calvin sprinting toward them.
Ethan scooped him up the second he reached them.
Lane felt her heart overflow as she stood there, wrapped up in the two most important people in her world.
Her husband and her son. Together. Finally.
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