Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Chapter 28: Make-up S*x

“…many jobs that he held during the middle ages were page, soldier, messenger, valet, foreman, administrator... these helped him meet new people and explore different ideas that helped him write the Tales...”

“Oh, god!” I muttered under my breath, bored out of my mind, and fighting a losing battle with sleep with every single second that passed. First day of class in University and I was about to drop dead.

Why you asked? Because right now I was hundreds of miles away from my boyfriend, in The University of New Brunswick, studying Creative Writing, while Ethan was still teaching chemistry at Clearwater High, Clearwater, Idaho.

I asked him on my graduation day, with my entire life on the line, if he could at least move to a school nearby but he’d crushed my hopes and stomped on my heart. He’d simply said that he couldn’t. Shows how much he really loved me. I knew he was busy with school and supervising exams, but he could have at least said something when he heard about my scholarship here at New Brunswick. But no! He straight out refused to move! So I refused to hear any explanation on his part as well. Served the jerk right!

Bastard! Selfish son of a…

“Don’t bring my mother into this and keep your voice down!”

Damn you to hell Ethan Whitmore! It has been four days since I stopped calling and receiving calls. No, I wasn’t being a brat, I was simply busy registering for classes and settling into campus life that I didn’t have time for anything else. Wonder what he was doing right now? I huffed. He was probably waiting outside the girl’s toilet to prey on some other innocent girl with a secret so he could blackmail her into giving him her virginity! This was all probably some stupid little game to him. That probably why he was always busy when I call him.

I put my trembling bottom lip between my teeth to stop myself from crying out and…

“Stop biting you lips Miss Sanders.”

“Quoting Christian Grey doesn’t make you any less creepy Mr. Whitmore.”

God! Why was I even thinking about all this right now? It was a new beginning in a whole new place. I should be happy, I should be making friends, meeting new people. I should be finishing the story that my manager had asked me to write for the inter-state competition! That’s right. That was exactly what I should do. Write that fucking story!

So here I was, in my first day of University, studying about Chaucer of all people in literary history class. Perfect life, wasn't it?

“Miss Akira Sanders! Can you please tell us something about Chaucer’s life?”

The sudden booming voice had me springing to stand up from my slouched position on the seat. The chair scraped the floor with a shrill sound, making me want to put my hands on my ear, but I resisted the temptation to avoid adding an extra mile to that wicked smirk on the forty-something, hawk-eyed professor.

“Um…Yes, sir…”

“Oh, please don’t be shy. Go ahead, we’re all eager to hear you.” Too bad, my stuttering did just that.

And too bad he had no clue who he was dealing with. So I put on a big smile, and stated my answer. Had the satisfaction of watching his face pale after every word I spoke. “Geoffrey Chaucer was born in London in 1342, though the exact date and location are unknown. His father and grandfather were vintners but it was also found that forerunners of his family were merchants in…”

“That’ll be enough, Miss Sanders. Sit down and pay attention." Mr. Thomas said in that the-teacher-always-has-the-last-word kind of voice, which made me want to throw a bench over his balding head, but since I didn't want to end up in jail on my first day at Uni, I kept quiet and sat down like the good honor student I was.

The bell rang then, signaling the end of class. Everyone packed their bags and got up, saying a few “well done” to me on their way out. Mr. Thomas left, too, leaving me the only one sitting there, exhausted. Both physically and mentally.

The room felt a bit cold now that I was the only one in it, the ceiling fans making occasional creaking sounds. Outside the windows, I saw the sun’s rays covering the land in a golden hue, the trees looking as wilted and tired as I felt.

“Because you matter.”

A broken sob escaped my lips. I put my head down on my folded hands on top of the bench and let the tears fall for the millionth time since I left home.

I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. I was in love with him and I knew that he loved me, too. Everyone could see it from the way he looked at me. Hell, even I saw the pain, the hurt in his eyes when he came to see me off at the airport. It had always been my insecurities that made me question his every move. But he wasn’t making this any easier either… and neither was I. He was a teacher, he lived there. How could he just up and leave everything because I said so? He must’ve been very busy not to be able to take my calls and here I was acting like a bitch and thinking only about myself.

He must miss me, too. He had always been there for me when I needed him, so there must be some reason that he couldn’t come over right away. Maybe he could visit from time to time? Or come over during vacations or maybe he needed to wrap things up before he could give me a reply? I had never been a believer of long distance relationships, but I was willing to try if Ethan is. I looked at my watch. 4:20 p.m. School must be over already. Maybe I could call him now? See what he wanted to tell me all along? Damn! I should’ve let him explain when he’d wanted to, so neither of us would be in this situation right now.

Getting up with renewed determination, the scraping sound of the chair a dull noise in the background, I threw all my belongings into my bag, raced down the gallery steps and out into the hallway. But my first stop was the washroom.

Ethan could wait a couple more seconds for the declaration of my undying love for him, but the world did not need to see me with mascara running down my cheeks. Wiping up all my eye makeup and lip gloss with a tissue, I washed my face, dried it, took a few deep calming breaths and ran out of the washroom like my life depended on it… only to bump into someone.

The impact made me tumble back and lose my footing. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the fall that was bound to come, but instead felt, strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist and steady me.

Whoa! Déjà vu much?

“Old habits die hard, huh?”

My eyes flew open to lock with the emerald green that was flooded with passion, happiness and love.

“Ethan?” My arms were cupping his face before I knew it. Stroking. Feeling.

“Take a picture, lasts longer.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He smiled and straightened me so I was standing. “Had a few things to take care of.”

“You’re really here?” I asked, reassuring myself by holding him closer, letting the warmth of his skin seep into me.

“Yes. I’m here.” He said, eyes gentle as he lowered his face closer to mine for a kiss.

But I stepped back right before our lips met… and smacked him on the face with all my might.

“Ow!” He looked at me wide-eyed, rubbing his cheek with his hand. “What the hell was that for?”

“For thinking that after practically breaking up with me, you can crawl back here and do as you please.” I snapped. “You straight out rejected me when I asked you to come here and now think you can waltz back and kiss me?”

I went to hit him again but he caught both my hands and held them behind my back tightly, pulling me flat against his chest in the process so I couldn’t move away. And then he kissed me and I couldn’t remember why I was so mad a second ago. “One,” he said, pulling back just as suddenly as he’d kissed me. “I didn’t waltz in nor did I crawl all the way here, I took the afternoon flight. And two,” another jolt and there wasn’t even a micro millimeter of space between us, “we never broke up. If I remember correctly, I tried to explain to you, multiple times, that I couldn’t just up and leave without informing the management at least two months ahead of time, and I had to find out if there were any vacancies in the schools around here before I uprooted myself completely and moved to not only a different city but also a different state.”

Oh! That had completely skipped my mind. “Shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t think of all that.”

“I know.” He tone gentled and he let go of my hands and wrapped his around my waist.

I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulders. And cried. I was so relieved that I couldn’t control myself. The world be damned, I didn’t care who saw me in such an embarrassing state. All that mattered was that Ethan was here, with me. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, the other stroking my hair, the warmth of his skin familiar and addictive.

“How long will you be staying?” I asked him when we pulled apart.

“Well… that depends on how long my research is going to take.” He smirked at me, gently wiping away tears from my cheeks with his thumb.

“Research?” What was there to resear— Wait! Was he… “A PhD? You’re getting your PhD!”

“Yup. Analytical studies on AIDS,” he replied with a proud smile.

“Wait, AIDS? But that’s Biology. Don’t you have a Master’s in Chemistry?”

“Bio was my major with Chemistry as additional. All bio teaching posts were occupied in your school so I opted for Chemistry instead.” He brought his face closer to mine and touched his forehead to mine. “Now can we go find a room? I’m pretty sure my balls are about to fall off,” he said in a sour tone.

“Well…” I looked behind me at the direction of an empty classroom. As per the notice board, this section of the building didn’t have any more classes today. I looked back at Ethan with a wicked smile. Saw him mimic my expression.

Ethan shut the door behind us and locked it. “Too many windows.” He mused looking around the empty classroom. “But it’ll do for now.” People will get an eyeful if they peeked through the windows but with the mid-summer sun scorching the land, I doubt anyone was loitering in the bushes.

My back hit the closed door as our lips met halfway. My hands fisted in his hair as his wound around my waist.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun punishing you for that little punch outside,” he whispered against my lips.

“You’re not my teacher anymore, Mr. Whitmore. You can’t punish me.” I rose on my tippy toes to whisper in his ears, while pulling off the cream colored shrug I had on over my sleeveless red and white floral printed dress.

“Oh, you say the silliest of things, Miss OG.” He bit on my earlobe. Hard.

“Ah! Hey! Don’t call…”

My complaint died down as Ethan threw off his shirt revealing that toned chest and abdomen. I still couldn’t believe how much effect the sight of him has over me. Ethan fisted my hair in his hand and kissed his way down the side of my neck, nibbling and sucking occasionally, his other hand went to my breast, palming them through my dress as the nipples budded under his expert touch, straining against the soft fabric of my bra. I groaned. The anticipation was killing me. I’d been without him far too long. To hell with being mad and torturing him, I want to taste him now!

I pushed Ethan off of me and pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress and slid it down my arms so it fell into a bundle at my feet, leaving me only in my lacey nude colored underwear and wedges.

Ethan whistled. “Are you sure you didn’t know I was coming? Because those things are damn sexy and if you tell me you had someone else in mind, they’ll be slaughtered by tonight.” The jealousy in his voice made me want to be a bad, bad girl—so I did. Because this was my Ethan, who has left everything behind and came here for me.

“Shhh…” I pushed him so his back was against the opposite wall and then it was my turn to devour his mouth.

My hands got busy exploring those nice abs of his, not a six- or eight-pack, but just firm, lean muscles. He had a perfectly toned body, something I couldn't get enough of. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and then released it with a hot, wet kiss. I had the pleasure of watching his back arch, his eyes roll back. I continued to explore him further with my mouth, sucking, liking, kissing, and biting his neck, straight down to his chest. I gave his flat nipples extra attention this time, just like he did to me and he threw back his head and groaned, his hands digging into my waist.

But he stopped me before I could go lower. “Enough. Can’t wait.” He rasped out before he smashed his lips to mine. I would have complained if it was any other time, but right now, I wanted him inside me.

His hands went up my back and undid the bra clasp. Throwing away the bra to one corner he pushed me back until the back of my knees hit something solid and I fell back until I was lying on top of a desk, my upper body bare, my nipples pebbled and in need of someone’s attention.

Ethan didn’t need any invitation. His mouth was devouring one nipple while his hand molded the neglected one and the other hand tugged down his pants and underwear. His erection sprang free, hard and pulsing. The sight was enough to make my mouth water and heat pool between my legs.

He then tore off my underwear and slipped his fingers between my folds, rubbing his thumb over my clitoris.

A scream tore from my lips as he tugged at the curls between my legs. “So wet, love?”

“Ethan! I can’t wait any longer! Please!” I moaned out as he continued to take his sweet time with my breasts.

“I thought you’d never ask.” His voice was a growl, filled with need.

In an instant, the blunt head of his penis was at my entrance and his body was covering mine as our lips met again and he intertwined our hands above my head. One hard thrust and he was buried in me to the hilt, my inner muscles stretching to accommodate him, both of us moaning the other’s name.

Ethan pulled out torturously slow and pushed back in with another hard thrust, making me cry out. My brain was too mushy to think about anything else. He continued to thrust in me, faster and harder with each thrust as my body reacted on its own, undulating my hips to match his, thrust by thrust. I felt the orgasm build soon enough. No surprise since my body always reacted openly to his.

I opened my eyes, which I had no recollection of closing, and looked up at Ethan to find his head thrown back exposing the slender column of his neck, eyes shut as his face drenched in pleasure. I lifted my back off the desk slightly and bit down on his neck, hard. Eased the sensual hurt with my tongue at his startled gasp.

“Why you little…” His breathless, mock threat had me laughing and falling back on the table, Ethan unwound one of our hands to place it under my head… and then he pulled out of me mid-thrust.

“Hey!” I complained as he withdrew completely, but my complaint died as he shifted his hand from under my head to the middle of my back and flipped me onto my stomach and on my hands and knees. He then leaned over my body, placing his hands palms down beside mine.

I gasped as I felt him enter from behind me, penetrating me deeper than before, making my stomach clench. Soon enough, our orgasm continued to build until he was the only thing I could see, the only thing I could feel, his scent thick in the air, intermixing with mine. A final thrust barreled us both over the edge and into each other’s arms, the blood rushing to my ears was too loud for me to hear anything else.

“You didn’t use a condom!” I accused him that night as we cuddled under the covers of his bed. It was huge, much bigger than the one I had in my apartment. Yes, had. Because Ethan had bullied me into giving up my own apartment to move in with him. Now that I was no longer his student, he decided that we were not to be separated even for a single second. It was a new experience for me, getting to know Ethan on a visceral level and all the more frightening for it. But I was ready to take the next step because I know this was all new to him as well.

“You’re on the pill, right?” Ethan murmured into my hair as his hands tightened around me. His weight a comfortable reminder that he was really here, taking the next step towards the future, together.

“Yes, but contraception fails. If I get pregnant—”

“We’ll take care of the child together.” He kissed my forehead when I looked up at his face. “I’m here now. No need to worry.”

And I believed him.

“You know… I found the perfect names.” I mumbled to Ethan, sleepily. Exhausted from moving all my belongings to Ethan’s apartment and then rearranging the whole apartment accordingly. He helped me make place for everything while explaining how much of a hard time he had while asking my dad permission to live together. And knowing my dad, he’d have had Ethan at gunpoint while explaining how he’d break every bone in his body if he dared to hurt me. It made my heart melt and fall for him all over again knowing that he went to all this trouble for me. So we could have a proper start to our new life without having to worry that our families would be angry.

“For you story? Isn’t the deadline five months away?” Ethan asked, hiding a yawn.

“Yes, but I thought to prepare beforehand so I don’t need any last minute lessons.” I snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Damn! You’re going to ruin my career,” he smirked down at me, his hands moving up and down my stomach. “What are they?”

“Jason Thomas and…Mia Weller.” I said a bit hesitantly. "And Rick Sanders."

“Sanders? Really?” He scowled.

“Hey, there are a lot of people with that name. This is not because of Nick.” I defended.

“I know that but I just don’t like him! And I can’t believe you forgave him so easily!” He huffed.

“He needed to move on. And he’s miles away from us, so stop thinking about the past!” I scolded. “And I changed his name, too.”

“Really! I’m dying to know what it is.” He rolled his eyes.

“It’s part of my story, so suck it up.” I glared at him. “And it’s Lyric Sanders.”

“How cute.” He glared, turning his face towards the ceiling but didn’t take his arms off me.

So I pulled down his head and gave him a long, lingering kiss. “I love you.”

Finally, a smile formed on his handsome face and he kissed my forehead. “I love you more.”

“Hmm… Now that’s difficult to believe. Maybe if I had enough proof…” I mused wickedly, had the breath knock out of me as he tickled me till I begged forgiveness.

“As you wish, milady,” Ethan laughed along with me, and it was the best sound in the entire world.

After that, he spent the entire night proving just how much he loved me… and letting me love him.