Moth to Flame

CHAPTER 10

Mia

The sound of thunder woke me up from my restless sleep. I felt around for a minute, trying to find Ethan, before I realized he wasn't there. We'd had a big fight that night, all because he instead on being a chauvinistic jackass. Ethan made me so angry sometimes, but I always loved him, no matter what he did to me.

Earlier in the day, he had told me that he was taking me on a surprise trip to Sequim. I'd been wanting to go down there and revisit my old haunts. I also wanted to put flowers on my parents' graves. Sometimes, when important stuff happened to me, I liked to tell them out loud. I knew that it was stupid, because they weren't physically there, but it always made me feel better.

Besides, I wanted to believe that although their bodies were gone, their souls were alive and they could hear me. It was hard for me to revisit the painful memories, but I needed some closure. I planned on being with Ethan forever, and he had already introduced me to his family. I wanted to open up a piece of my past to him.

Ethan had given me the night off so that we could leave early Friday morning. He told me he rented a cabin and everything was set for our trip to my hometown. I was so excited that I had given him a very intense handjob right in his office. I loved giving Ethan pleasure. It had become my new favorite pastime. It was too bad he always had to open his mouth and ruin our perfect moments.

The argument had started when I asked if I could drive so Ethan could get some much-needed rest. Also, I suggested that we take my Range Rover, which had been inspected by Valerie this past week. It was only six years old, and ran great - a perfectly good vehicle.

Ethan had demanded we take one of his custom cars. He’d also demanded he be the only one to drive. Angry that he was insisting on treating me like a damsel in distress, I refused his offer. I stood up to him and told him I would be the one driving and that we would take my car; that hadn't gone over very well.

Ethan, being Ethan, had lost his temper. We had a colossal argument in the middle of his office. Frank had come in to see what the commotion was, but when he saw that I was poking Ethan in the chest, he just smiled and went back to his station. I told Ethan that I was sick of him bossing me around, and he called me a 'stupid little brat.' I knew he hadn't meant it, but it still hurt.

The minute he registered what he'd said, he began trying to apologize. I admonished him and ran from the office. I'd declined his invitation to stay in the lair tonight. The kicker had been when I told him I was going to my own apartment to sleep in my own bed. When those words left my mouth, Ethan's control slipped and he went into a verbal tirade. I asked Frank to take me home.

So here I am, alone in bed and missing my lover.

My cell phone has been buzzing all night with messages from Ethan. Most of them were apologies but some were angry. I didn't want to act like a petulant child, but Ethan's temper tantrums really pissed me off.

Arguing with him made me feel sick. I loved him. I knew he loved me, but both of us were stubborn. He seemed to know just the right things to say, which made me want to kick his ass.

Soon, I heard another beep. I leaned over to retrieve my phone from my nightstand. There were seventy missed messages.

Holy Jeebus. Ethan must have be going insane tonight.

I rifled through them all until I got to the last one.

ETHAN: “Pick up the goddamn phone! I'm in no mood to play these games with you.”

MIA: “I'm not playing a game with you, Ethan. You're acting like an ass.”

ETHAN: “I'm coming over there. Open the f*****g door when you hear me knock and don't forget to look through the goddamned peephole.”

MIA: “Don't bother coming by, because I won't let you in.”

ETHAN: “I don't need you to LET me do anything. Be there in twenty minutes.”

I groaned as I picked myself up out of bed. My clock said it was a little after midnight, which meant I had been asleep for almost four hours. It also meant Wyatt was still at work, but I didn't want to call him and risk a confrontation between him and Ethan.

Out of nowhere, my stomach started growling, so I decided to go downstairs and get something to eat. Lately, our kitchen had been neglected because Wyatt and I spent so much time with our significant others. There wasn't much in the refrigerator or cupboards. I did manage to find a large frozen pot pie I'd made two weeks before in the back of the freezer. I put it in the oven to heat up and made hot chamomile tea.

I contemplated going upstairs to change clothes but decided against it. My blue boy shorts and pink long sleeved Valentine t-shirt would have to be enough for Mr. Sodero. My hair was a mess, so I just ran my fingers through it and let it be.

Maybe I was being too hard on Ethan. I knew he was so protective because of his love for me, but I didn't want him to make me a weakling. I had always thought of myself as a strong woman. People would underestimate me because of my looks and size, but I could take care of myself. I’d taken some self-defense classes in college and I did well.

Plus, I had taken care of Wyatt and my dad pretty much my whole life. I may have looked like a doll, but I was not fragile. I had taken whatever life handed to me and came out swinging. I needed Ethan to understand I was capable of taking care of the both of us if need be.

Unfortunately, I forgot my book upstairs, so I went to retrieve it. I smiled when I saw the end of my sexy nurse costume hanging out of my bag. I still couldn't believe I’d had the courage to give Ethan a lap dance. He enjoyed it and my subsequent blowjob so much so he passed out for a minute. I had been worried at first, but when I saw he was breathing regularly, I went upstairs to wait for the retaliation. I loved seeing Ethan out of control for once. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of my life so far.

Just thinking about Ethan's mouth on me and all that chocolate made my n*****s hard. I cleaned up the island the next day, but I would never be able to cook in that kitchen again without reliving my fudgy c*********s.

He'd been so sexy and controlling by making me his in every sense of the word. I was the one to pass out after multiple orgasms after Ethan's ministrations. I remember vaguely feeling him bathing me, but I was so blissed out and tired that I couldn't move.

Before our romp in the kitchen, I had been feeling kind of insecure because Ethan hadn't made love to me yet; but after what had happened between us that night, I would never again question his need for me.

Everything had almost been ruined by some blond guy who had tried to molest me. I was so happy with Ethan in the restaurant before that maniac had approached. It was odd, but, when he’d grabbed me I hadn't thought about my own safety. Instead, I had only thought of Ethan. I didn't want him to get into a fight where he would get hurt.

Ethan had taken Andrei outside and beathim senseless. I had asked Greta to take me outside so I could try to calm Ethan down, because I knew that I was the only one that could get through to him.

After Andrei had been removed, I was able to relax. I had been scared he would goad Ethan into killing him. Even though I had seen the violent part of Ethan, I felt safe with him. I knew he would protect me from anything and anyone. I would do the same for him. I would die if it meant Ethan could live. He owned my life the way no other ever had.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, I grabbed my book and my favorite throw and headed back downstairs. I was just about to get to the part of the book where the couple confessed their love for one another when I heard loud banging coming from the front door. I knew it was Ethan because no one else would be pounding on my door so late at night without a care for the neighbors.

I made sure to check the peephole before I opened the door; I didn't need him to be any angrier at me. Illuminated in the light of my porch was my lover. He was standing there with flowers and chocolates in his hands. He was also wet from the torrential rain that was blowing outside. His gorgeous blue eyes were so dark they were almost black.

He didn't say anything as he muscled his way into my apartment. His long-sleeved green tee was molded to his hard chest, and his jeans hugged his powerful thighs and delectable ass in just the right way. His hair was the normal messy array. He smelled like desire. I wanted him so badly I could barely stand. I automatically licked my lips, thinking of the body beneath those clothes. Before I could articulate a single sentence, he came inside.

I watched him put the beautiful flowers and candy on the mail table. My s****l haze didn't allow me to even process what kind of flowers and chocolates they were. Suddenly, Ethan picked me up and carried me into the living room.

He laid me down on the couch as his body crushed mine while he leaned down to kiss me. His lips were rough, claiming my mouth before I could take a breath. I sucked on his tongue and we both moaned. He reached down and put one of his big hands on my lower stomach. I jumped because of the electricity his touch created. Next, he snaked his hand up my shirt until his fingers grazed my breast. When he realized I didn't have on a bra, he growled.

I heard him mutter, "Mine. All mine."

The next thing I felt was him trying to take my shirt off. Of course, I sat up to give him easier access. After my shirt was discarded, I wanted the same for Ethan. He must have read my mind because he stood up and took off his clothes. He removed everything except his sexy as hell red boxer briefs. His erection was poking through. I moaned and reached up to play with my own breasts. I pictured Ethan on them instead, and got quite wet in the process.

His eyes became even darker as he sat back down. "Let me, baby doll."

With that, he attached his mouth to my left breast. The sensation was so amazing that it caused my toes to involuntarily curl. He took the whole breast in his hand and squeezed it hard. I bucked right into his groin and he bucked into me a little. He licked out his tongue and bathed my n****e in his sweet saliva. I was whimpering loudly, but he continued to tease me. He licked the underside of my breast before returning to the top. Finally, he took my other n****e into his mouth.

I reached up and tangled my hands in his soft hair. "Mmmh, Ethan…feels amazing." My voice sounded rough even to my own ears.

He stopped long enough to look down at me. His expression held so much love and apology that I gasped. Slowly, he took my other n****e into his mouth and gave it the same treatment.

When I felt Ethan's teeth nip lightly around the n****e, I almost came from the sensation. He moved back up my body. His mouth latched onto my neck and he bit and sucked until I began to cry out, which made him stop to glance down at me with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension in his eyes.

"Baby doll, can I try something? I promise it won't hurt, and we can stop if you want to." I was so aroused that I had lost my ability to speak. I could only nod because I would never deny Ethan any carnal pleasures he could take from my body.

Ethan pulled me up off of the couch. He kicked his boxers off and pulled my flimsy boy shorts off my hips. We were now both completely naked. I was beyond wet and standing there grinning like an i***t. I could feel the moisture sticking to my inner thighs. Ethan's eyes fastened on that wetness as he leaned forward and kissed my bellybutton.

"Come here, Mia. I want to try a new position with you. I need you to lower yourself on my face." I blanched because I knew what he wanted. I had read lots of s*x books in that college class and was very familiar with the sixty-nine position. From what I had seen, it looked intimidating.

He must have noticed my hesitation. "Trust me, baby doll. We don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable."

I wanted to please Ethan. He was my lover, so there shouldn't be anything we couldn't do with each other.

"No, Ethan. I want to try it."

I put a large blanket down on the floor. Ethan smiled and laid down on one of my fluffy body pillows. I straddled his chest with my knees on either side. I didn't sit fully, I just squatted down. "Turn around, Mia."

I turned so my back and buttocks were facing Ethan's head. I was still squatting and blushing so hard that my face could have caught fire. Ethan reached up and scooted me back until I was right over his mouth. I squealed when he gave my buttocks a bite. I was just about to get up when he positioned my dripping core over his mouth. I lost all thought because it felt so good.

His long wet tongue slid inside of me and I whined. It was the best feeling in the world. At this angle, I could really feel his tongue sliding over my inner walls. His nose hit my c**t several times, and his long fingers were working magic inside of me. I felt my body tensing up.

In front of me was Ethan's long, thick, and throbbing manhood. I leaned down and took hold of his shaft, putting it in my mouth. I felt Ethan groan around my core. His fingers sped up to match the rhythm of my suckling. He bit my c**t and I exploded, screaming his name. He waited for a minute for me to calm down before he continued his glorious licking and suckling.

I gripped the head of Ethan's erection hard. He stilled for a minute and then continued stroking me in that lazy way that drove me crazy. In return, I licked the long vein that ran down Ethan's p***s. Seeing that he liked that, I increased the pressure of my tongue. Ethan thrust into my mouth. I was riding his tongue, loving the feel of it sliding over my sensitive core. I sucked Ethan down my throat and then took him out again. His organ was huge, so it wouldn't all fit in my mouth. I took as much of him as I could before I felt myself gagging.

My eyes began to water. I could barely breathe, but I wanted to keep Ethan down my throat for as long as I could. When I couldn't take anymore, I released him completely so that I could take in some much needed oxygen. When I got myself under control, I went back to sucking Ethan. He was throbbing and I could see the tip leaking pre-c*m, which let me know he was close. I sucked the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the very top. Ethan's strong hips were pushing up into my mouth with every stroke. I was close, but I wanted him to come with me this time.

I sucked him down my throat one last time. I also cupped his balls while sliding my nails down his shaft. At that same moment, he curved his fingers up inside of me and I came again. I felt Ethan's hot c*m hit my mouth a second later. I tried to swallow it all, but some of it escaped my lips because I was panting so hard from my last orgasm.

My bones felt like jelly, so I just collapsed on top of Ethan, feeling the electricity sear my skin. My cheek was resting on his muscled thigh and my hair covered him like a blanket. I let the orgasm overtake me for a few more minutes before I sat up.

Ethan eased me back down to his chest. I managed to maneuver my legs over him so that I could sit beside him. I looked over at his face and he was smiling. His nose and lower jaw were covered in my wetness. The sight caused me to blush, but Ethan just chuckled. He wiped some of my juices off his nose, taking one finger into his mouth and licking it.

"Ahhh… my favorite meal." My body stiffened at the sound of his sexy voice.

Eventually, I shook myself out of my stupor so that I could pull Ethan upstairs. We showered together in my much smaller bathtub. He put special effort into cleaning my nether regions and buttocks. I gave him a soapy hand job and he came again.

After about an hour, we managed to get out of the bathroom. I put on another one of my boy short and cami sets. This one was dark blue. Ethan must have liked it a lot because I had to fight him off of me before he went to his car to get his overnight bag. He returned, putting on a fresh pair of boxers and some J-Crew pajama pants, but he left his chest bare just the way I liked it.

After he finished, Ethan came up behind me and snaked his hands around my waist. "I love you, baby doll. I'm so sorry for yelling. I loved having your tight p***y in my mouth. I can't wait to have all of you."

I blushed and put my hands over Ethan's. "Thanks for apologizing, Ethan. I loved… what we did, too." He squeezed me tighter and kissed my forehead.

We went back downstairs so that we could eat the chicken pot pie. Ethan went to the foyer to get my flowers and chocolates. When he came back, he was holding a gorgeous bouquet of sunflowers in a beautiful crystal vase. He looked nervous standing there, holding the gifts out to me.

"Sunflowers signify adoration or some s**t. You are my sun, thus you deserve these. I don't know anything about this pansy ass s**t, so thank Abigail next time you see her. She picked out the flowers and vase."

I kissed him on the cheek and took the flowers. The candies were Godiva strawberry covered chocolates, my favorites. I took one out of the box and ate half. I fed the other half to Ethan. He took both the candy and my finger into his mouth. A shudder ran through my body.

"Thank you Ethan, I love sunflowers. They're beautiful." He sighed and hugged me.

"I have to set up dinner so that we can eat. Follow me."

In the kitchen, I went to the oven to take out the pot pie. I could hear Ethan making humming noises as I bent and reached. I loved the fact that he found me attractive.

The food smelled delicious. I plated up two large helpings and grabbed one of Wyatt's imported beers. I poured the drink into a glass filled with ice. After I was done, I put it all in front of Ethan. He smacked my butt as I passed, causing me to yelp loudly.

"Keep your hands to yourself, mister." He just smirked and tucked into his dinner.

I took a seat across from Ethan and began to eat. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. The fork going in and out of his mouth made me think of his tongue on my c**t. I shifted my legs at that thought. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. A piece of his soft blond hair fell forward and I wanted to reach out and touch it. He was so sexy that just seeing him enjoy a simple meal made me wet.

"Mia, why aren't you eating?" I looked down at my forgotten fork. I couldn't stop the color that rose in my cheeks. Ethan winked at me and went back to his dinner. After three helpings, he put his fork down and reached across the table for my hand.

"Baby doll, I love you more every day. It makes me sick to think about you here alone tonight. I need you, Mia. You erase the darkness in my life and make me truly happy." His honest words brought tears to my eyes.

My fingers traced small circles around his hand. "Ethan, I love you, you know that. I just want you to treat me fairly. I only want to drive so that you can get some rest. You've been working a lot lately, and I'm worried about you." He had a lot of money and employees, so there was a huge demand on his time. I just wanted to take care of my man.

"Don't worry, baby doll. I'm fine as long as you're with me. You win. I'll let you drive on one condition: we take one of my cars. Is that okay?"

I nodded.

He came around the table to pick me up, and then, we hugged and kissed passionately in the middle of my cozy kitchen.

Eventually, we separated. I cleaned up and put everything away. I let Ethan help me load the dishwasher, even though he didn't exactly know how to do it. He explained that they always had maids growing up, so he and Abby weren't great with domestic chores. I thanked him for trying, gave him a slice of blueberry pie, and kicked him out.

We were supposed to leave for Sequim early in the day, so we had to get some sleep. By the time we crawled under my sheets, it was almost three in the morning.

"I love you, baby doll. Let's try not to fight anymore."

I just hummed and crawled into his arms. "Goodnight, Ethan. I love you, too, even when you are being a jackass." He smacked me on the bottom and laughed. Minutes later, Ethan's steady heartbeat lulled me to sleep.

When I woke up, there was a note next to me stating that Ethan had gone out to pickup the car and his luggage. I took out my carry-on bag and began to fill it with various items. Since we would only be gone one weekend, I only packed the necessities. I included a pretty dress because Ethan would probably want to go out to a nice restaurant. The rest of the clothes consisted of my comfy sweaters, flannels, and jeans.

Sequim was not as dressy as Seattle, because it was such a small town. The people were laid back and pretty much dressed like modern day lumberjacks.

Poor Ethan, he's going to stick out like a sore thumb.

I carried my bag downstairs and put it by the front door. After that, I packed some date bars and other food for Ethan and I to eat in the car. Depending on traffic, it would take us between three and a half to four hours to get to Sequim. I was excited about driving because I don't get to do it much- because of Ethan.

Wyatt had never been a fan of cemeteries, but he had been taking me to visit my parents' graves at least once a year since we moved here. I was glad that he didn't have to leave Abigail and inconvenience himself anymore.

I hoped that the car Ethan chose wouldn't be too ostentatious. His Rolls Royce Phantom still made me nervous; I saw the way people looked at that car. Guys would stop in traffic just to take a picture. I was curious so I Googled it and found out that Phantoms cost a half million dollars or more. That amount of money blew me away. I mean, I knew Ethan was rich, but who spends that much on a car?

Minutes later, my phone buzzed with a text letting me know Ethan was waiting for me. "Mia, come outside. It's time to go."

I pulled on my jacket and opened the door. Ethan was standing there, wearing a gray cashmere V-neck sweater and dark jeans. The rest of his outfit consisted of Timberland boots and a gray and blue scarf hanging around his neck. As usual, he looked utterly delectable. I took time to thoroughly kiss him before we went down the porch steps.

My legs stopped working when I saw what was sitting outside. In our driveway was one of the biggest SUVs I had ever seen. I didn't know enough about cars to know what it was, so I asked Ethan.

"It's a Hummer. It's one of the best all-terrain vehicles. We can go anywhere in this, baby doll."

The behemoth in front of me was black with slightly tinted windows. It was super shiny, like it had just been freshly cleaned. Half of my high school graduating class could fit inside this car. I couldn't move from my spot.

"Ethan, are you sure I can drive this? I don't want to damage it because it looks really expensive."

He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Don't worry about damaging the Hummer. You could take out almost anything on the road. I trust you, Mia."

I smiled and leaned in to hug him closer. Ethan finished loading my things and helped me into the car. He had to adjust the driver's seat since I was so much shorter than him. I'm sure it looked funny to see a petite girl driving such a large vehicle.

We headed out of Seattle on the highway to Sequim. Ethan plugged his iPhone into the car's stereo system, and I heard the opening notes of a song blare from the speakers. I bobbed my head to the beat and gripped the steering wheel. Being behind the wheel of the Hummer made me feel invincible, but I was still careful to drive the speed limit.

Ethan began huffing quietly in the seat next to me. I glanced over to see him scowling. "What?"

He inhaled and exhaled slowly before he answered me. "Do you have to drive so f*****g slow? I would like to make it there before the weekend is over." I couldn't believe that he was seriously going to be this way.

"I am driving the speed limit. I'm sorry that I don't enjoy breaking the law." Frowning, I concentrated on my driving and ignored Ethan.

He put his hand on my thigh. "I'm sorry, baby doll. It's just hard for me to let someone else be in control. I promise not to complain anymore."

I was glad that he had been honest with me and not thrown a tantrum. He caressed my cheek. That tingly feeling he always created was there, so I leaned into his palm.

Before we made it out of Seattle, we stopped at a diner to get some breakfast. A blonde waitress with large breasts was flirting with Ethan. She leaned down trying to give him a peek at her ample bosom. I knew not to be insecure, but a part of me was still a little jealous. Ethan's voice was cold as ice when he ordered, which was his way of letting her know he wasn't interested.

After she left, a gangly teenage boy brought out our drinks. He flirted with me a bit until he looked over and saw Ethan's face. He stumbled away a few seconds later, looking scared for his life.

"Ethan, stop. He's just a kid." Ethan mumbled something that sounded like 'only mine' and stared out the window.

We both ate hash browns, bacon, and eggs. Ethan said that although the food was good, it had nothing on my breakfast. I blushed and continued eating.

After we were done, the same waitress came over to clear our plates. She gave Ethan one last glance before returning to the kitchen. The teenage boy brought the bill, keeping his eyes on the ground the whole time. Ethan and I got into a small scuffle over who would pay. I won after I pointed out the fact that Ethan had already paid for the cabin and this whole weekend.