Chapter 54: Chapter 54
"Lane."
Lane looked up from her phone as Ethan called her name. She blinked, totally caught off guard by what he was wearing.
He actually had on the blue polo shirt she’d bought for him. It was a perfect match for her new maternity dress.
She couldn’t believe he’d actually put it on. Earlier, when she’d handed it to him, she’d been so tongue-tied that she couldn’t even find the words to ask him to wear it.
But it looked like she didn’t have to. Seeing him in that blue polo, she knew she’d been right. The color really worked for him. He looked even more handsome than usual, his natural charm turned up to eleven. The fit of the shirt made his biceps impossible to miss.
"Ready to go?" he asked as he walked over.
She nodded and stood up from the sofa. She bit her lip as he placed a hand on her elbow to guide her out. As they walked toward the car, his hand slid down, and he intertwined his fingers with hers.
The contact sent a shiver straight down her spine, and her heart started hammering against her ribs.
He only let go once they reached his black car. He held the door open for her, keeping a hand over the roof so she wouldn’t bump her head as she climbed in.
"Hop in, Lane," he said. Once she was settled, he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
"Seatbelt, Lane," he reminded her, glancing over.
"Oh! Right," she said, quickly clicking the belt into place. Once he saw she was buckled in, he started the engine and hit the road.
It didn’t take long to reach their destination: a high-end, fine-dining restaurant. Ethan was out of the car and opening her door before she could even reach for the handle. He took her hand again, leading her inside.
"Good evening. Do you have a reservation?" the hostess asked.
"Blackwood," Ethan replied. Lane realized then that he’d definitely planned this ahead of time. He’d probably had his secretary set the whole thing up.
The staff led them to their table and pulled out a chair for her. "Thank you," she said with a smile. The waiter smiled back, but when Lane looked at Ethan, she noticed he was giving the guy a bit of a look, his brows slightly furrowed.
After a moment, he sat down across from her and they looked over the menus.
"What looks good to you, Lane?"
"Pork ribs and potato salad," she said.
"That’s it?"
She nodded. Ethan gave the waiter their order. "And I’ll have the fish tempura with tartar sauce," he added.
Once the waiter left, Lane felt a wave of self-consciousness. Ethan was staring at her so intently it felt like he was looking right through her.
She didn’t know where to look. She’d spent so long craving his attention, but now that she finally had it, she felt totally breathless. It was like he was stealing the very air out of her lungs.
She finally caught her breath when the food arrived. "Thank you," she told the waiter.
"Enjoy your meal," he said before heading off.
"Eat up, Lane," Ethan told her.
"You too," she replied softly. She closed her eyes for a quick, silent prayer before picking up her fork. But then she stopped, her eyes drifting toward Ethan’s plate.
His order actually looked way better than hers.
Ethan caught her staring. "Yes, Lane?"
She shook her head and tried to focus on her ribs, but her eyes kept wandering back to that tempura. She let out a tiny sigh, wishing she’d ordered that instead. She was about to take a bite of her own food when Ethan suddenly swapped their plates.
She looked up, stunned. "W-what are you doing?"
"It’s pretty obvious you want the tempura," he said.
Her mouth hung open. Was she really that easy to read? "But your dinner—"
"It’s fine, Lane. I’ll have the ribs. You eat the tempura," he interrupted.
She couldn’t help but beam at him, and she caught Ethan staring at her smile. For a second, his gaze softened completely.
"Thank you, Ethan," she said, finally digging in. It tasted even better than it looked.
Suddenly, she felt his warm hand reach out to her face. He used his thumb to brush the corner of her mouth. She froze, her eyes locking with his dark ones.
"You had something on your lip," he said, his voice steady.
"Than—"
Lane didn’t finish the word. Her gaze drifted past Ethan and landed on two people across the room.
It was Uncle Lucas and Aunt Rebecca. They were clearly there for dinner, too, and they were shooting her looks that were pure venom. If looks could kill, she’d be a goner. She could still feel how much they hated her.
From the corner of her eye, she....saw Ethan turn around to see what she was looking at.
"Lane," he called out. She looked back at him. "Don’t worry about them. Just focus on your food." He reached across the table and took her hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. "I’m right here."
Lane’s heart raced as she looked into his eyes, feeling protected for the first time.
LUCAS’S POV
"Damn it!" Lucas cursed under his breath the second he and his wife walked through their front door. "It looks like Ethan is actually falling for her."
"What are we supposed to do?" Rebecca asked, her voice tight with worry.
"He can’t fall in love with Lane," Lucas said firmly. "If that happens, Olivia won’t have anything to come back to. We’ll lose our standing in the business world if we lose that Blackwood connection."
The Blackwood name was their golden ticket. Ever since Ethan had gotten engaged to Olivia ,investors had been lining up to hand Lucas their money just because he was associated with the Blackwood Group. They’d even started to pull ahead of his brother’s company.
Lucas had always resented Richard. Even though they were brothers, Richard always seemed to be one step ahead without even trying. Lucas had spent his whole life trying to outdo him, and Ethan was his best shot at winning.
But Lane, Richard’s’s daughter, was ruining everything. Richard had played a smarter game than Lucas expected, making Ethan marry his daughter.
Lucas had been confident it wouldn’t last because he knew Ethan loved Olivia. Ethan had even promised to find her.
But lately, Ethan hadn’t said a word about the search. And the way he looked at Lane... it wasn’t just obligation. It looked like love.
"So, what’s the plan, hon?" Rebecca asked.
Lucas looked at her, his face grim. "We need to get Olivia back here and we need to do it now. She needs to come back and take what belongs to her."
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"Lane, wake up."
Lane just groaned. Instead of opening her eyes, she snuggled deeper into his arms, trying to hold onto the sleep she was enjoying.
"Wake up, Lane, or I’m gonna have to wake you up a different way," he warned.
She didn’t budge. She wasn’t ready to get up yet, especially since she was loving the warmth of the person she was holding.
"Okay. You asked for it," he said, his voice dropping into a husky growl.
The room went quiet for a second. But then, her eyes flew open when she felt a warm hand slide into her pajamas. The first thing she saw was Ethan’s grinning face.
"E-Ethan... what are you doing?"
"Waking you up," he rasped.
"I’m awake—ohh..."
The rest of her sentence died in her throat as Ethan started moving his hand. He caressed her intimately right over her underwear.
"Ethan..."
"You want this?" he asked, his voice low and rough as he pressed against her.
She gripped his arm, her body already starting to hum with the sensation. "You don’t even have to answer. The way your body’s reacting tells me everything," he muttered. She saw his eyes go dark with pure hunger.
As he kept going, she felt a fire start to ignite deep inside her. She was burning up, and she knew he could feel how ready she was for him.
"Ahh... Ethan..." She couldn’t help but moan his name as he circled his fingers over her.
Ethan leaned in, his mouth right against her ear.
"Damn, Lane. I love the way you say my name. You’re making me so damn hard," he whispered. To prove it, he pressed his lower body against hers. Feeling his erection sent the heat through her roof.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin as he gently nipped at her earlobe.
"Ethan..."
"That’s it, Lane. Just keep making those sounds," he rasped. He slid her panties to the side, and she let out a louder moan when he found her clit. "You’re soaking wet for me," he whispered.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, biting her lip as he slid a finger inside her. He pushed deeper, exploring her, and she felt a crazy tingling sensation building in her gut.
"Want me to move, Lane?" he asked.
She just moaned.
"I need an answer."
"Yes."
"Okay," Ethan said. He shifted her slightly, and she let out a long, shaky moan as his finger started to move. He went deeper and faster, and Lane arched her back, her mind going hazy from the intensity. When he added a second finger, the pleasure tripled.
"Ethan..."
By now, she was just a mess of moans. Every movement was firm and deliberate. He seemed to love how wet she was, using it to thrust even harder inside her.
"Ethan..."
"Hmm?"
"I think..."
"You’re gonna cum."
She could only answer with another moan.
"I got you," he said. He picked up the pace, his fingers working her until her toes curled and her whole body started to shake. Lanecried out as she hit her climax, gasping for air as the waves of her first orgasm rolled through her.
"Oh..." she whimpered when he finally withdrew. The sudden emptiness left her p***y throbbing.
She watched as Ethan laid back. Her breath hitched when he freed his c**k from his pajamas. It was huge, hard, and throbbing. She felt that fire reignite when she saw him take the juices on his fingers and rub them over the head of his d**k, mixing them with his own pre-cum.
"Ahh... Lane..."
Her heart skipped a beat when he moaned her name. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he started stroking himself, his hand moving up and down the length of his c**k. It looked even bigger than before, and as he watched her, his eyes were full of lust.
"Ride me, Lane," he said.
Her p***y throbbing at the command. Before she could even say a word, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of his stomach. She braced her hands against his chest, feeling his muscles jump.
"Ethan..."
"Come on, Lane. Wrap that wet p***y around my c**k," he urged.
She bit her lip and shimmed out of her pajamas and underwear, with Ethan helping her kick them down to her knees. She reached down and gripped his c**k. It felt like a hot iron in her hand.
"Fuck, Lane. Put it in," Ethan growled, clearly reaching his limit.
She didn’t need to be told twice. She positioned him at her entrance. "Ethan..." she breathed as she felt him right there.
His grip on her waist tightened. "I got you," he rasped.
She nodded and slowly lowered herself down, taking him in inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her.
"Ahh..."
"Fuck!" they moaned together. He felt so thick and he’s filling her up completely.
"Move for me," Ethan ordered, bucking his hips slightly. She let out a soft whimper as he twitched inside her. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his six-pack and solid chest. She planted her hands on his abs and started to move.
Lane went up and down, pressing herself hard against him every time she came down. It felt like he was hitting her cervix.
"Faster," Ethan moaned. "I want you to go faster, Lane."
Instead of speeding up, she started to grind against him, rotating her hips. She could feel every ridge of him.
"Fuck, Lane. You’re squeezing the hell out of me," Ethan growled, his p***y muscles clenching around him.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. He started thrusting his hips up to meet her every move, hitting exactly the right spot.
"Ethan..."
"Ahh... Lane..."
She kept rotating her hips, and Ethan’s moans got louder and louder. He was clearly loving the friction.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed, just as lost in the heat as she was.
"Ethan..."
"You close?"
She nodded, the tension in her stomach reaching a breaking point.
"Me too. Come with me," he said.
He kept his hips moving, hitting that perfect spot over over. "Ethan..." she cried out as she felt it coming.
Ethan growled, "Now, Lane... cum for me!"
As he buried himself deep one last time, Lane exploded. Her body trembled as she hit her peak, and a second later, Ethan let out a long, ragged moan as he followed her over the edge.
Lane collapsed onto his chest, gasping for air. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her tight while his manhood, still rock hard, stayed buried inside her.
Once their breathing slowed down a bit, Ethan sat up, taking her with him so she was straddling his lap. She immediately locked her arms around his neck.
"Do it again, Lane."
She bit her lip and started moving her hips against him again. "Ahh..."
"Fuck!"
Her grip tightened around his neck as he matched her rhythm. He grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and yanked it up. Before it was even all the way off, he leaned in and took one of her n*****s into his mouth.
Lane arched her back, a sharp jolt of pleasure hitting her as he sucked and gently nipped at her. The fire hadn’t even gone out yet, and now it was roaring back to life. With his mouth on her and his c**k moving in and out, her head was spinning.
She felt the pressure building again as he hit that sweet spot with every thrust. Ethan trailed kisses across her chest, giving her breasts all his attention.
"Ethan..." she moaned as her abdomen tightened. She was about to go off again.
Ethan felt it too and pushed himself into her with everything he had. Lane cried out as she reached another climax, and a moment later, he hit his too. She felt his warmth spill inside her as he held her like he never wanted to let go. Again as he hit that sweet spot with every thrust. Ethan trailed kisses across her chest, giving her breasts all his attention.
"Ethan..." she moaned as her abdomen tightened. She was about to go off again.
Ethan felt it too and pushed himself into her with everything he had. Lane cried out as she reached another climax, and a moment later, he hit his too. She felt his warmth spill inside her as he held her like he never wanted to let go.
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