Mending Heart

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Chapter 9 🔥

Bitter Cold

“You can’t control everything. Sometimes you just need to relax and have faith things will work out. Let go a little and let life happen.” – Kody Keplinger

“Fuck.” I let out another moan as Ethan continued to place gentle, soft kisses on my mouth and down towards my neck and breasts. The closer he traveled down, the louder my moans became. He took this as a hint to lavish my nipples with his full attention as I continued to slide up and down on his cock, my breasts swaying gently in front of him.

I think a piece of my soul just died and went to heaven, I thought.

I could feel myself inching closer and closer towards release, and Ethan started to apply even more suction and pressure to my hardening peaks. That’s all it took before I began sputtering incoherent words as I rode out my climax. “Oh god, yes!” I shrieked.

“Quiet Cupcake,” Ethan smirked, capturing my lips with his. “Or you’ll wake up the neighbors.”

As I was coming down from my new high, Ethan had removed his hands from my breasts and instead was holding me by the waist while he thrust upwards. As his mouth continued to trail butterfly kisses on my neck, I was coherent enough to be able to hear the annoyingly buzzing sound coming from my phone on the nightstand. At first, I ignored it and tried to focus my attention on the beautiful specimen in front of me, but when it became clear that whoever was calling would keep calling until I answered, I gently nudged Ethan. “Wait.”

I heard Ethan groan as I rolled off of him and picked up my phone.


“You better be dying.” I snapped, still trying to get my breath under control. Ethan wasn’t helping my poor heart out by running his hands up and down my back, planting butterfly kisses up my spine.

“I might as well be!” Zoey snapped right back. “My car won’t start and I’m stuck at school. Can you come pick to me up before I freeze to fucking death?”

“Why can’t mom or Dave pick you up?” I rolled my eyes, completely forgetting she can’t see me.

“Because,” she gritted out. “Dad is in Wisconsin at a job site and mom is not picking up the fucking phone. Can you save the dumb questions for when you actually pick me up?”

“Listen here missy – ” I started but she quickly cut me off.


Uh oh – she pulled out the McKenzie card.

I groaned before finally agreeing. “Fine. I’ll be there soon.”

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” She hissed before hanging up the phone.

Putting my phone back on the nightstand, I turned back to Ethan with a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry.” As much as I was enjoying his company, Zoey is my sister and she needed me. She will always take priority over some guy – even if that guy is someone as fucking hot as Ethan.

“There’s no need to apologize, McKenzie.” He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll just go um... take a cold shower.”

I couldn’t contain the laughter that escaped my lips. “Good luck with that,” I smirked, allowing my eyes to travel down to his very excited friend.

Probably my favorite part about not being with Justin anymore was that I didn’t have to feel his constant judgment when it came to my sister. He never approved, or even bothered to understand, my relationship with Zoey. He wasn’t super close with his siblings, so maybe that had something to do with it, but his constant disapproval and snide comments always caused problems.

It got so bad, that at one point Zoey refused to come over when Justin was home.

You see, my mother can be quite overbearing at times. You’d think she would have gotten better with age but no – it’s like she’s ten times worse and stricter with Zoey than she was with me. Of course Zoey being Zoey, only likes to step on her toes, and that ultimately leads to one – or both – of them calling me and ranting about the other. And more recently, since Zoey has gotten her driver’s license – Zoey showing up at my house either crying or extremely pissed off.

Justin always said I needed to stop dropping everything for them because I was an adult and I had my own life.

Typically, I’m not a violent person. But when he said that, I grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on – which turned out to be my coffee mug – and chucked it at his head. Unfortunately, I missed him, but I don’t think I had ever been more pissed than when he said that to me.

“Do you um... wanna come with me?” I asked standing up and walking over to my closet.

“Really?” Ethan asked, as if not believing the words coming out of my mouth. I can’t blame him, because I didn’t believe them either.

“You don’t have to.” I quickly added grabbing a pair of clean panties and slipping them on.

“I’d love to.”

“Good,” I smirked. “The least you can do is buy a girl breakfast the morning after.”

“There are a couple of other things I could think of doing the morning after.” Ethan’s stupid, yet annoyingly sexy smirk spread across his lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so at ease.

I giggled, spinning around and into his arms. “And what might those be, exactly?”


As soon as I stepped foot outside, I immediately wanted to turn back around and go back to the warmth of my apartment – I’m sure Zoey could fend for herself.

Despite it being early April, we had gotten a thick blanket of snow overnight and the temperatures had dipped below zero. As if reading my mind, Ethan grabbed my shoulders and steered me towards his car so that I couldn’t run back inside. “Come on, Cupcake. We’ll stop for coffee if you cooperate.” He chuckled.

My ears perked at the mention of coffee. “With a triple shot of espresso?” I arched an eyebrow.

He nodded.

“Do you promise?” I narrowed my eyes at him. Coffee was not something I messed around with.

“Yes – now get in the car.” He rolled his eyes as he held open the passenger’s side door for me.

I was buckling my seatbelt in when my phone kept going off. “Oh my god!” I let out a frustrated groan as I took it out of my pocket and put it on silent. Thanks to someone, we were running late and Zoey was blowing up my phone, threatening to disown me as her sister if I didn’t hurry my ass up.

“I’m going to kill her.” I huffed, turning the heat up to full blast so that I could get warm. After Ethan finished cleaning the snow off his car, he put the car in motion and as promised, stopped for coffee at the nearest Starbucks and got me my triple shot caramel macchiato.

As soon as he placed the steaming cup in my hand, I smiled brightly. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, Cupcake.” He leaned towards me and pecked my cheek. Despite being cold earlier, I felt the heat rush to my face. Leaning back in my seat, I began sipping on my coffee as Ethan drove us towards Zoey’s high school.

My sister being the over-achiever that she is, volunteered at school every Saturday morning to help the juniors with their SAT prep. She doesn’t get anything out of it, except maybe the dreaded feeling of still having to wake up at six in the morning on a Saturday, however, she happily volunteered.

Forty-five minutes later when we pulled into the parking lot of Lake Forest High School, I immediately spotted Zoey’s red Audi. However, when Ethan pulled into the spot next to hers, she was nowhere to be seen. I quickly texted her to let her know I was here and waited for a reply.

Zoey: I’m coming. Luckily the janitor took pity on me and let me wait inside because otherwise, I would have been a frozen popsicle no thanks to you 😒

Honestly I don’t know where she gets all this sass from!

Ethan and I continued to wait in comfortable silence and I hummed along to the soft music playing through the speakers. When I spotted Zoey walking towards us, I got out of the car to greet her. As soon as she spotted me, her eyebrows shot up in confusion. I expected questions to start flying out of her mouth, but instead, she glared at me and jumped in the back seat.

“Hello to you too!” I grumbled opening the door and getting back in.

“Who are you?” Zoey pointedly asked as she settled into the back seat.

“Zoey!” I warn her.

Now was not the time to play crazy.

“I’m Ethan – I’m your sister’s... friend.” Ethan’s lips curled upwards, turning to smile at her scowling face.

“What kind of friend?” She skeptically asked, completely ignoring the daggers I was shooting at her with my eyes.

If looks could kill.

“A work friend,” Ethan replied as he tried to keep a straight face. I saw his eyes flicker in my direction before returning his full attention to Zoey. “So, did you want us to give you a jump, or are you going to leave your car here.”

She continued to examine his face before she smiled sweetly. “We can leave it here. Dave will come to look at it later.”

Ethan shot me a questioning look. “Dave is my step-father. He’s good with cars.” I replied.

He nodded apprehensively, pulling out of the high school’s parking lot. “Well – I believe I promised McKenzie breakfast this morning. Would you like to join us, Zoey?”

Please say no.

Please say no.

She appeared to be thinking about it before she smiled brightly. “I’d love to!”

Someone, please remind me why the hell I asked Ethan to come with me when I knew I would be dealing with my crazy sister?

“Kenzie, did you pick out the music?” Zoey asked after a few blissful moments of silence, poking her head in between the seats.

“No, I did not,” I rolled my eyes at her. “Now sit back in your seat.”

Completely ignoring me, she tapped Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but you have shit taste in music.”

Oh my god!

Earth, open up and swallow me whole right now!

“Zoey Victoria Peters!” I whipped around to face her. “Sit back or you are walking home!”

“It’s fine.” Ethan chuckled as he squeezed my thigh. I was completely oblivious to the fact that his hand had been resting there the entire time. Flashing me a smile, he pulled the white charging cord out of his phone and handed it to Zoey. “You’re blunt – I like that.”

“Thanks!” She chippered as she leaned back in her seat and began scrolling through her Spotify playlist.

I am going to kill her, I internally groaned as I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes.


After Zoey had so graciously shared her music playlist with Ethan and me, he pulled up to a cute little Western-style café not too far from my Zoey’s school – which brings us to where we are now.

As soon as we stepped foot inside, the smell of crispy bacon and freshly brewed coffee infiltrated my nostrils. Despite already having my fix of caffeine, I was eager to get my hands on another steaming cup of coffee.

Lord knows I need it when dealing with Zoey.

As if reading my mind, she chose that exact moment to speak up.

“You know,” Zoey said as she shoved a forkful of eggs into her mouth. “I like you a whole better than Kenzie’s shit ex-husband.” Her face scrunched up as if the mere mention of Justin left a sour taste in her mouth.

“Zoey!” I snapped for what felt like the hundredth time this morning.

She really had no filter!

“What?” She asked innocently, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms. “Did I say something that wasn’t true?”

“Shut. Up.” I swung my leg out under the table to kick her.

“Ow!” She yelped, shooting me a death glare.

That’s what you get, I thought.

Ethan watched the entire encounter with amusement playing on his lips. “I’ll take that as a... compliment?” He chuckled. The two of us were sitting next to each other in one booth while Zoey sat across from us.

Ethan’s hand continued to rest on my knee, aimlessly rubbing circular patterns. “So,” He brought the glass of orange juice up to his lips, taking a sip. Oh, those lips. “Are you a senior, Zoey?”

“Yup.” She nodded.

“Any plans after high school?”


“Any place in particular?”

“Whichever one will accept me?”

“Are you looking for an internship?”

I was nibbling on a piece of bacon, watching their back and forth when my ears perked up. “Are you seriously trying to recruit my sister right now?” I smacked his shoulder.

“Yes.” He surveyed me carefully. “Your sister is very direct. She’d make a great MD.”

“I am not working in the same office as her!” I voiced my bewilderment out loud. The sad thing was, Ethan was being serious. There wasn’t an ounce of playfulness in his voice.

“It’s cute that the two are planning out my future as if I wasn’t sitting in front of you...” Zoey interjected, clearly amused by our bickering. “But I don’t know what I want to do yet.”

“If you ever change your mind,” Ethan shrugged, going back to his breakfast. “The offer still stands.”

“You are something else,” I mumbled under my breath. I didn’t think he heard me but when his hand began teasingly traveling upwards from where it was previously resting on my knee, I knew he heard what I said.

After Ethan paid for brunch – even though I offered to pick up the check to which he not so subtly threatened to punish me for later – he drove us to my parents’ house. He and Zoey seemed to have really hit it off and I was left sitting there listening to their strange conversation about why the New York Yankees are better than the Chicago Cubs – and vice versa.

Also thanks to Zoey – I had learned that Ethan grew up in New York until he went to the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton Business school. Afterward, he started in the New York office before transferring over to London, and now Chicago.

Once Ethan pulled into my parents’ driveway, he put the car in park and turned off the engine. I gave him a puzzled look as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “What are you doing?”

“I’m walking you to the door.” He casually replied – a lopsided smile stretched across his face before walking around to my side and opening the door. I noticed Zoey had already gotten out.

By the time Ethan and I made our way to the front door, Zoey had already unlocked it and was in the process of taking off her shoes. As I stepped into the entryway, Ethan followed closely behind, his hand gently resting on my lower back.

“Zoey is that you?” My mother’s voice rang from somewhere in the kitchen.

Oh boy.

“Well, Ethan – ” I rushed out, desperate to get him out the door before my mother makes an appearance. “Thank you for driving us home, but I’m sure you must be busy...”

“Zoey, what did I tell you about no –” My mother’s voice continued to get closer and closer until she was standing in front of the three of us.

“Well hello!” Her eyes darted between mine and Zoey’s until finally, they settled on Ethan. “What’s going on here?”

“Mom.” I forced a smile. “This is my friend Ethan – he dropped off Zoey and me. He was just leaving.”

Ethan smiled politely as he extended his hand towards my very skeptical mother. “It’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. An –”

“Peters,” I whispered. It was always awkward when people met my mom because they always called her Anderson since that was my last name, not knowing we didn’t share it.

Ethan cleared his throat. “It’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Peters.”

“Oh, where are my manners!” Mom chuckled. “Ethan, would you like to stay for lunch. I’ll whip something up quickly.”

“I would love to Mrs. Peters,” He clasped his hands together. “But unfortunately I’m behind on some work. I’ve been rather preoccupied lately.”

I’ll say.

As mom continued to give Ethan the third degree, Zoey nudged my side. “I like him.” She leaned in to whisper. “He’s a keeper.”

“Zoey!” A burst of heat erupted on my cheeks. I inhaled sharply and almost took my life, along with hers on the spot – right then and there! When I glanced at Ethan from the corner of my eye, I could see him fighting to keep the smile off his lips as he continued to converse with my mother.

Way to boost his already large ego!


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