Ethan POV
"Oh shit," I gasped out loud, throwing my head back with a light groan.
Every eye at the table snapped toward me at that instant as a bead of sweat slid down my temple.
My fork fell from my hand and clattered to the plate and across the table… Jessica smiled.
What the hell!
I sucked in a shaky breath just as the warm liquid spilled out of me—my eyes widened.
Oh, shit.
I just came… right there. Under the fucking table.
My fist clenched beneath the tablecloth.
Damn, Jessica.
I looked at her, and with that smirk still intact on her face, she slowly—no, painstakingly slowly—retrieved her legs from beneath the table; her foot dragged deliberately, almost teasingly… scraping the head of my dick through my trousers as she did.
I let out another groan, this one more guttural, frustrated, and involuntary.
Beads of sweat raced down the sides of my forehead.
This bitch… She'll definitely pay for this.
"Is everything alright over there, son?" Mom asked suddenly, her voice slicing through my chaos.
I glanced at her. Both she and Marcus were now staring, suspicion and curiosity etched on their faces.
I cleared my throat and tried to summon a voice that didn't sound wrecked. "Oh yeah… sure, I'm good," I muttered, avoiding their gazes.
"You're sure? Because just now you were moaning and sweating like you were possessed. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were jerking yourself off down there," she said, staring at me with a pointed look.
I rolled my eyes, grabbing my fork like it was the last shred of sanity I had left. "Oh please. You really think I'd do something that ridiculous here? At the damn dinner table?" I arched a brow at her and shoved some food into my mouth, mostly just to give my hands something to do.
She didn't respond, but her glare didn't waver either. I could feel it hot and scorching, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
I ignored her anyways and shifted my gaze to Jessica instead, and of course, the bitch now had her whole attention fixed on her plate, acting like she hadn't just gotten me off in the middle of dinner.
The audacity.
As for Marcus, he didn't say anything but just returned quietly to his meal like he was determined to pretend I didn't exist. Typical.
Giving me the cold shoulder, as usual. Not that I gave a damn.
Eventually, Mom peeled her eyes off me and turned back to her food, and the room slowly settled into a tense quiet again.
In no time, dinner was over, and one by one, everyone began retreating to their rooms.
I stayed seated, the last one at the table.
Not by accident but because I'd planned to give Jessica a piece of my mind but of course, the bitch had clung to Marcus the moment they stood and left for their rooms, all smiles and domestic perfection.
I leaned back in the chair, my head resting against the top of it, my thoughts spiraling in a thousand directions.
The mess in my trousers, my release, still clung to me, hot and sticky, a physical reminder of the madness I just let happen.
Jessica.
Why the hell did she do that?
Okay, sure, I'd been acting up lately, having all kinds of wild fantasies about her ever since I first saw her at the airport … but I never actually thought—
God. What the fuck!
She's my brother's wife, for crying out loud!
So then… why? Why did she touch me like that?
Tease me like she knew exactly how to unravel me?
I racked my brain to think of the explanation for it, but nothing seems to make any sense. And yet…
Somewhere in the pit of my chest, past all the disbelief and guilt, I couldn't lie.
I liked it.
Hell, I more than liked it.
The moment she touched me, it was like something woke up inside me. something primal and forbidden, and if just a touch could do that to me…
What the hell would it feel like if we actually—
"Fuck!" I hissed under my breath, running a hand through my hair, frustrated.
Ethan, get a grip.
You're going crazy.
I chided myself yet again and was just about to drown in that guilt-laced fog again when my phone suddenly rang, saving me from myself.
The screen lit up.
It was Karin, my girlfriend, and she was calling me on VC.
Without thinking, I picked up immediately.
"Hi, babe," her cheerful voice rang through the speaker as her face appeared onscreen, bright and glowing. She beamed, so full of life and excitement.
"Hey," I replied coolly, managing a small smile, while my insides still felt like molten lava.
Karin and I had been dating for some months now. She was currently in Spain, attending a friend's wedding, and that's why she wasn't here with me—here to see me lose my fucking mind.
"Are you doing okay, bae? You look… I don't know… Kinda stressed?" she asked suddenly, a small frown creasing her brows.
Shit.
Was it that obvious?
"Uh… yeah. Yeah." I cleared my throat awkwardly, trying to come up with a believable lie. "Caught a bit of a fever three days ago; guess I haven't really shaken it off yet."
"Oh really?" Her eyes widened with sympathy. "Aww, that sucks, babe. Now I feel bad for not being there to take care of you…"
"Hey, it's fine," I said quickly, wanting to ease her guilt. Karin was a sweet soul, way too sweet for all the shit going on in my head. "It's nothing serious, I swear." I assured her.
"You sure?" she asked, tilting her head. Her eyes were still full of worry.
"Definitely," I nodded, forcing a smile before switching the topic.
"So how's it going over there in Spain? looks like you're having the best time of your life," I teased, noting the vibrant background behind her and the sparkle in her eyes.
"Yeah… I guess. But it's still not the same without you. I miss you so much, bae. Honestly." Her pout was soft; her round face was even cuter when she did that.
"Me too," I said, quieter this time. "I miss you more than you can imagine."
And yet… as I said it, something inside me winced.
Like I was lying.
Because Jessica's touch still haunted my body and still made my skin hum with confusion and shame.
"I know," she said sweetly. "But don't worry, I'll be back very soon. Don't miss me too much, okay?"
"I doubt I'll be able to do that," I grinned, trying to push the guilt further down where it couldn't suffocate me.
"Don't be like that," she frowned playfully. "It's not like I'm going to stay in Spain forever."
"I know. I just can't help it."
My grin was wider this time, but still—it felt forced.
"I love you, bae," she said suddenly, her voice soft and sincere. The grin on her face stretched even more, like it might split her cheeks.
"I love you too… even more than you do," I muttered.
And once again—it felt like I was lying.
Yes, she loved me, yet I couldn't say it back without choking on her name.
God! What the fuck is wrong with me?
We stared at each other for a moment, long and wordless, until a voice called from her end.
"Karin! Come on! We're about to leave!"
It was Theresa, her best friend and the bride whose wedding she's attending.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot," Karin said to her, then turned back to me.
"Alright, bae, something came up. I gotta go. But I'll call you again later, okay?"
"Alright," I replied, and just like that, the screen went dark and the call ended, and once again silence returned to the dining room.
I sat still for a moment, just breathing, and after some time I darted my gaze to the far end of the room where the wall clock was located; the time said 11:00 PM.
But still there's no trace of sleep in me.
I reached for my phone again and decided to distract myself with a game, something, anything to help me forget the madness of tonight.
Obviously, confronting Jessica now was out of the question; she was probably… with Marcus now, and they must be having the best time of their lives right now.
I shook the thought off, and just as I prepared to get busy—
"Having difficulty sleeping?"
The voice.
Her voice.
It unexpectedly came from behind me like a ghost, and immediately, my entire body froze.
I turned—whipped my head around almost immediately.
And that… was my biggest mistake.
First, I saw her feet… bare… flawless… stepping silently across the marble floor.
Then her legs were long, smooth, and dangerously enticing as they moved toward me.
My gaze kept climbing, unwilling but helpless, like I had no control over it anymore.
And then… finally they landed on the lingerie she was wearing.
So tight and transparent, and the way it clung to her body like a second skin was enough to make me lose my damn mind.
My jaw dropped to the floor, my lips parted in shock, and before I knew it, my phone slipped from my hands and hit the floor. My eyes widened.
The hell! Every damn inch of her was on display—her curves, the perfect figure eight, and her round and perky tits. God, it was almost like I was seeing her naked. And before I knew it, I felt something stirred down there—between my legs.
I looked down only to see I had gotten a hard-on—
Oh my....
I blinked hard.
Holy… fucking… cow.