Mending Heart

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Chapter 39 🔥

Love Me Like You Do

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. Do the thing you think you cannot do.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

“Being social is exhausting.” I groaned, kicking my heels off as soon as Ethan and I stepped through the door. “And it’s so fucking hot!”

The past week had been hotter than the devil’s ass, and despite the air conditioner being on the entire car ride here, the short walk from the car to the door had made me break in a sweat.

“How –” He chuckled, and I didn’t need to turn around to know he was rolling his eyes. “How do you work around other people.”

“Correction,” I glanced over my shoulder to see him setting his keys in the bowl by the front door. “I used to work around other people. My new job doesn’t require as much social interaction.” He blinked at that, taken aback, then chuckled under his breath when I raised a smug eyebrow.

After six months of avoiding responsibilities and taking the time to recharge and get my shit together, I finally went back to work. I invited Professor Navid to lunch last month and told him I would accept a position on his team if the offer was still available.

It took him less than three hours to send over the paperwork.

As of two weeks ago, I was officially on the government’s payroll as a Tax Compliance Office. It was nowhere near as thrilling and exciting as my career at Thomas and Cooper, but it was where I needed to be.

Where I wanted to be.

When I hit the ground running ten years ago, I didn’t stop along the way. I think I needed the time off to figure out what it was I wanted to do with the rest of my life, and gain some much-needed perspective to be able to set my priorities straight.

“I need a shower.” I declared. I could feel my dress already sticking against my skin.This heatwave was no joke, but then again Chicago summers never are.

“Movie tonight?” Ethan asked, his eyes following me along the steps as I made my way upstairs.

“Depends.” I scoffed, stopping mid-step so I could fully face him. With my right hand on my hip, I asked, “Are you going to make me sit through another action movie?”

“I’ll bring the bag of Cheeto puffs and let you eat them in bed if we can watch American Gangster with Russell Crowe.” He retorted, folding his arms across his chest.

I pretended to ponder his proposition for a minute before my lips curled up in a smirk. “Deal.”

As Ethan disappeared towards the kitchen and I continued upstairs, I heard him shout, “I’m going to walk Sweetie first.”

“Okay!” I yelled back.

We had slowly but surely fallen into a routine the past eight months or so. Although we didn’t talk about it much, both of us sought comfort in each other’s presence. Ethan’s free time was sacred, and we typically tried to make the most out of it together. Whether that be the two of us went away for the weekend to whatever secluded location Ethan wanted to hike or just dinner with friends.

Our friend groups had slowly merged into one. Ethan and Eric were the best of friends and typically got together at least once a week, and Sara really hit it off with Taylor and Megan.

Tonight, all of us went to PRYSM – the club which I learned a while back Ethan co-owns with Adam. I hadn’t been back there since the last time, and with Adam being home for a few weeks from deployment, tonight seemed as good a time as any. Sara was just excited to get out of the house and drop off her children at her parents’ house so she and Adam could spend the weekend reconnecting.

I would have offered to babysit, but after spending the entire week going over hundreds of tax returns looking for any inconsistencies, I don’t think I had the mental capacity to watch two toddlers and a baby.

I don’t know how she juggled it all.

And while I was still paying rent on my apartment and a good portion of my stuff was still there, I wasn’t spending much time there anymore. I stopped by a couple of times a week now to hang out with Zoey who was living there until she went back to school in a few weeks, but otherwise, I was usually at Ethan’s house. My lease was set to end in October, and I should probably talk to Ethan about whether I was going to renew it or not.

Stepping out of the black dress, I let it pool at my feet as I stripped off my bra and panties. Sliding the shower door open, I stepped inside and allowed the cold water to prickle my skin.

No – it wasn’t weird to take cold showers in the summer. In fact, you’re Satan’s spawn if you take anything other than a cold shower in one hundred-degree weather.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found Ethan sitting on the edge of the bed flipping through movies on Hulu. He was still wearing the same clothes from earlier – black slacks and a button-up white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he had undone a few buttons at the top.

His head snapped in my direction when he heard the bathroom door open. “You could have waited for me.” He said, his eyes raking over my body.

“I could have.” I nodded, pulling open a drawer and reaching inside to grab a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt. “But I didn’t.”

“Always the tease.” He shook his head, standing up and unbuttoning the remainder of the buttons on his shirt.

“Look who’s talking.” I snorted, glancing up to meet his gaze. His eyes were a shade darker – lust and desire swirling in them. My eyes traveled along his toned torso before snapping back up. I felt myself growing hotter under his gaze and I inadvertently tightened the towel around me.

My reaction didn’t go amiss, and Ethan’s lips curled up in a smirk. Shaking his head and laughing, he threw the shirt in the hamper and shut the bathroom door behind him.

After quickly getting changed, I grabbed my moisturizer off the nightstand and walked in front of the large rectangular full-length floor wall mirror. Unfortunately, I had reached an age where dry skin had become a permanent irk and not just a winter staple. Thirty was quickly creeping up on me in a few months, and I don’t know where my twenties went.

As I stood there rubbing the cream on my face, I heard the water shut off and Ethan come out. Lifting my eyes, I saw him running a hand through his wet hair while a white towel hung loosely on his hips. His eyes caught mine in the mirror, and I raised an eyebrow.

As he came to stand behind me, he continued to hold my gaze for a few seconds before he drew his eyes slowly down my neck and over my body. I watched him pause to examine my breasts, my nipples poking out through the gray cotton material of my t-shirt, and then falling slowly to the curve of my hips and down my legs.

“I love you.” He muttered against my neck as he placed both hands on either side of my waist. I sighed at the touch of his lips on my neck and I tilted my head to the side, allowing him better access. As he continued to shower my neck with a trail of hot and wet kisses, heat coursed through my veins and I found myself becoming aroused.

When he pulled back, I twisted my head to the side and my lips found his. He kissed me, softly at first, before his wandering mouth parted my shaking lips. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me in close, before it came to a standstill. With one hand resting on my stomach, his other hand cupped my face. Little shivers of pleasure shot through me as he deepened the kiss.

I could feel Ethan’s hardening erection against my back, and eventually, he pulled back. As his eyes came back up to meet mine, there was something so irresistible about his stare and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said, his hand which was previously resting on my stomach now inching up higher in my shirt. His fingertips lightly grazed my breasts and I bit my bottom lip to suppress a moan. “Have I told you how much I love looking at you?”

I shook my head, unable to speak. Ethan slowly slid his hand out from under my shirt and began lifting the hemline – over my breasts and above my head in a matter of seconds.

“Such delicious curves.” He said, placing his hands on my waist once again. Hooking his hand in the waistband of my shorts, he began tugging them down until the silky material slid down my legs and pooled on the floor. I watched in the mirror as Ethan’s dark green eyes continued to slowly rake over my body, licking his lips in the process.

Ethan then took my hands in his, lacing his fingers through mine, and brought them up to rest on my hips. “I love touching you.” He said as he guided our hands over my body, crossing our arms to touch my sides and then hugging me tight from behind – his toned chest pressed against my back. “You’re so warm and gentle,” I felt his hot breath tickle my ear. “How could I possibly resist not touching you.”

A blush crept up my neck and made its way onto my face. Ethan and I had been intimate many times before, but never like this. Never while standing in front of a mirror – completely exposed and vulnerable.

I continued to blush as his eyes seemed to be memorizing every inch of my body, before moving on to the next feature. Excitement bubbled in my chest as he brought our hands up to cup my breasts.

A gasp escaped my lips as he positioned my hands so they were resting on my breasts. “And your breasts – they’re perfect.” He moved my hands up, palms brushing lightly over my nipples, and then wrapped my hands firmly around them. “The way your nipples always harden under my touch. It’s so sexy.”

One of Ethan’s hands reached up to touch my face, lightly turning my head away from the mirror and towards him. As his lips found mine, he placed his hand back over mine and our tongues began to move in sync. Eyes closed, his tongue was gentle yet demanding, and I suddenly understood why the romance novels describe kissing as melting. Every inch of my body dissolved into his, and my heart exploded in my chest. My eyes snapped open and I gasped when Ethan took my nipples between his fingers and pinched lightly.

“Ethan – ” I moaned, but he covered my mouth with his once more and kissed me deeply as he continued to moved our intertwined fingers over my nipples. I wasn’t a stranger to touching my nipples, as a matter of fact, I had done it multiple times in the past in front of Ethan. But this right here – this was a whole new level of erotic. This new sensation of touching myself while Ethan guided my hands was an unexpected thrill, and I could feel myself getting wet.

Wriggling my fingers out of his grasp, I began to control my own movements. I continued to kiss Ethan deeply, pulling at my nipples and moaning into his mouth as I took the lead in guiding our hands over my body.

Breaking our kiss, Ethan caught my eyes in the mirror and I saw his expression darken. The lustful look in his eyes was one I knew too well. This excited him. I smiled at him, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as I leaned back so that he was supporting most of my weight. I continued to caress my breasts as Ethan watched, his hands slowly dipping lower.

“So sexy.” He whispered in my ear, slowly sliding his hands down my sides and past my hips until his fingers brushed the inside of my thigh. My breath caught in my throat, and my hands stilled.

His eyes snapped to mine in the mirror. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” I tweaked my nipples and moaned as Ethan’s fingers continued to caress my inner thigh. Teasing me for what seemed like hours, he moved his fingers within millimeters of my pussy before slowly caressing them back down towards my knees.

“Touch me.” I narrowed my eyes with a breathy voice. A taunting smirk spread across Ethan’s face as he stared at me in the mirror. Moving his hands down, he gently spread my legs. With his palm on my thigh, his fingertips lightly traced my skin. I knew he could feel the heat emanating from my core, and my body shivered in anticipation of his touch.

When his fingers finally slipped between my folds, I gasped and my knees buckled. With his chin resting on my shoulder and one hand still between my legs, Ethan guided his free hand to my nipples. “Have I ever told you how much I love your boobs?”

I didn’t have time to answer because Ethan slipped another finger in my pussy, a deep moan forming in the back of my throat as a shudder rippled through my body. His fingers curled – each time hitting just the right spot.

“Hmm?” He asked, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth gently crazed against my collarbone while his fingers slowly slipped out of my pussy – and I had to focus to speak. “You might have mentioned it a time or two,” I replied, a sharp gasp escaping my lips when he thrust his fingers in me again.

He chuckled, removing his hand from between my legs. I watched his every movement, and my breath hitched in the back of my throat as I saw his hand come up towards my face. He lightly traced his thumb against my bottom lip, and my pulse jumped. I gently placed my hand over his and took his large hand in mine. Rather than lacing our fingers together, I guided his middle and ring finger towards my mouth and parted my lips.

Ethan’s eyes fell on my lips as I wrapped them around his fingers – my tongue circling against his calloused knuckles and tasting myself on him.

What possibly possessed me to do that, I don’t know.

As I slowly slipped his fingers out of my mouth, I kept my eyes on him the entire time.

“Bend over,” Ethan growled, gently pushing me forward. The way he said it sent shockwaves straight to my core, making my already wet pussy even wetter. “Place your hands on either side of the mirror.”

Doing exactly as he said, Ethan used his knee to spread my legs wider and the towel he had wrapped around his waist fell to the floor. I felt his cock throbbing against my back, and excitement settled into my abdomen.

With my gaze trained on the patterns in the hardwood floor underneath my feet, I heard Ethan fumble behind me and step back. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched him rip open a condom wrapper before slipping the latex onto his thick shaft. He then stepped behind me again, positioning himself at my entrance.

With one hand resting on my hip, he used the other to guide himself up and down my wet folds. He stilled for a moment before pushing his cock all the way inside me, making me cry out in pleasure.

“Open your eyes, baby,” He bent down and whispered into her ear. “I want you to see how beautiful you are. I want you to see what I see.”

My eyes lifted and I looked in the mirror, taking in the scene. I was bent over, my hands propped against the wall for support. Ethan gripped my hips tightly, rhythmically thrusting into me as his eyes were glued to my face. My fuck me face, splayed with lust and desire.

I should probably feel some type of shame, some type of urge to look away. But for some reason, I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away. Still looking into Ethan’s eyes, I gave him an impish smile as his hand slid to the back of my head and into my hair. I closed my eyes and moaned in response.

“Keep them open, Cupcake.” He fisted my hair and pulled my head back. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, the tension in my body began to melt away and I lost myself in the feel of his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy.

I began thrusting my hips against his, urging him to go faster as I felt my orgasm building. My legs began to quiver and my back arched involuntarily as he continued thrusting into me. When the overwhelming sensation became too much, I screamed out in pleasure – desperate for something to hold onto. My left hand intertwined with his, while the other reached up and latched onto the back of his neck.

“Fuck. Oh god – yes. Fuck yes!” I screamed, not caring if my screams woke up any of the neighbors.

The entire time, I couldn’t take my eyes off Ethan’s.

“Good girl.” He smirked, planting a lingering kiss on my cheek as he continued to slam into me from behind.

Feeling bold as I came down from my high, I untangled my hand from Ethan’s hair and began sliding it down my collarbone and towards my breasts. I watched as Ethan’s eyes hungrily widened in lust and surprise when I began slowly tracing my fingertips against my already straining peaks. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked, my voice hoarse from earlier cries of pleasure.

My breasts heaved in my hands as my breath came quicker. I watched myself gasp as my fingers closed around my nipples and I pulled. Twisting and pinching both of my nipples at the same time, I let my head fall on his shoulder and briefly closed my eyes.

“Fuck baby.” Ethan groaned as he began picking up his pace. I could see my own pleasure in his face as I watched him watch me in the mirror. I continued to hold his gaze, licking my lips. This seemed to push Ethan over the edge as he brought his hands to my hips and began wildly pounding into me.

“Faster. Oh, god – yes! Faster, don’t stop.” I encouraged, squealing with delight as I felt another orgasm building and tremors shot throughout my body. When Ethan reached over and placed his thumb over my clit, pressing down and slowly rubbing, my legs started to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

My right hand slammed against the wall as another climax overtook me. My breath came out in small gasps and I continued to ride out my cries, my nails scraping against the white paint on the wall.

“Fuck – ” I heard Ethan groan as he slammed into me one last time before stilling. With his hands still loosely draped over my hips, he bent down and whispered, “That was amazing.”

“Yes.” I panted breathlessly, my eyes cast down as I tried to catch my breath. When I finally lifted my head, I found Ethan’s eyes already on mine and I inadvertently looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up. Now that the rush of adrenaline was gone, embarrassment began creeping up.

I pushed myself off the wall, and when Ethan made no indication of moving, I took a few steps back. Allowing him to slip out of my pussy, I twisted around so that I was facing him. “We are totally doing that again.” Ethan playfully slapped my ass as he wrapped his arms around me.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “We were supposed to watch a movie, not... do that.”

"That –” He bent down and pressed his lips against mine, letting them linger. “Was so much better.”

After another quick shower together – although Ethan wanted it to be anything but quick – the two of us had settled under the covers and Ethan pressed play on the TV remote. The introduction credits to American Gangster blared through the speakers, and I settled against the headboard – letting my head rest against it.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” He said, reaching into his nightstand and rummaging through it for a couple of seconds before pulling out a black velvet pouch.

My brows furrowed together as I wryly eyed the pouch. “What’s that?” I asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

There’s no way he would...

“Just open it.” He rolled his eyes, picking up the wine glass from his nightstand and lifting it to his lips. “You can also breath because it’s not what you’re thinking.”

As soon as he placed the smooth material in my hand, I tugged at the strings and reached inside – my pulse quickening by the second. My fingertips wrapped around a cool metal, and when I pulled out the contents, it was a set of keys.

I shifted my eyes between Ethan and the set of keys, confusion creasing my features. “You practically live here anyway.” He replied, looking up at me and grinning. “You might as well have your own set of keys.”

The way he said it made my stomach flutter, and I continued to ogle him.

“And just to clarify, because I know you’re a bit thick-headed sometimes,” His lips cured upwards in a smirk. “I’m asking you to move in with me. Officially.”

I felt myself visibly relax, and my lips quirked up in a smile. “Okay.”

“You always know what to say to make a guy feel special, McKenzie.” He sarcastically bit back, piercing me with his gaze.

“I do, don’t I?” I said in a sugary, sweet voice. When his lips curved to one corner, I reached out and playfully shoved his shoulder before scooting closer to him. Ethan lifted his arm, allowing me to snuggle against his chest.

“I love you,” I mumbled into his shoulder, my eyes drifting to the loud bang on the TV.

“I love you too, McKenzie.” He murmured before placing a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead.


This is the last chapter of the book! Thank you so much to everyone who’s been along for Kenzie and Ethan’s journey :)

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