Chapter 122

Fiona

After our multiple heavy conversations and Ethan’s confession about wanting to be together forever, the rest of the week went by in a flash of exploring, hiking, eating, shopping, and rolling around in bed.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? I’ve never done anything like this,” I say, peeking over the edge of the boat at the turtles swimming through the bright blue water.

Ethan hands me a pair of goggles with a grin on his face. He’d mentioned we were going on a special date today, and the only thing he told me was to wear my swimsuit. I thought we’d be going to the beach. What I didn’t expect was that he booked us an excursion where we get to swim with the turtles.

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Ethan tells me, taking my hand. He helps me put my goggles over my eyes, but I’m still nervous.

“What if something happens?”

Ethan’s head tilts to the side and his soft, tender expression takes over. The same loving expression he has when we’re in bed together or when he’s telling me he cares for me. It’s one of my favorite discoveries of this trip.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, little mate. You’re safe with me, always,” he rumbles, pulling me into his side. I search his face, finding nothing but genuine confidence.

Nodding, I let Ethan take my hand in his and lead me to the edge of the boat. The guide already explained that we have an hour to hang out on the boat and swim, and so far, I’ve wasted some of our time with my hesitation.

“Okay, I can do this,” I tell him, and before I can talk myself out of it, I let my body fall back into the water. The cool waves pull me under, plunging me into the salty depths. Although, when I open my eyes, I realize it’s not that deep.

Bright colors surround me, fish swim past me, and turtles glide through the water.

A big splash beside me makes me turn, and I find Ethan there, wading in the water beside me. I have to keep myself from opening my mouth as I point at the colorful coral beneath us. He nods and swims forward, motioning for me to follow.

I swim after him, amazed at the beauty beneath the waves. A group of colorful blue fish swim past us, startling me so much that I open my mouth and lose my breath.

My fingers graze Ethan’s back as I swim up, breaking the surface of the water and gasping for air. A second later, Ethan pops up.

“You okay? What happened? I turned around, and you were gone,” he growls, holding my waist as I cough up ocean water.

“I just accidentally swallowed some water,” I answer, patting his shoulder. “I’m okay.”

“Do you want to go back down?”

I nod, finally catching my breath. I look down, the water blurring our legs as they kick us in the water to keep us up. Ethan is holding most of my weight, even though I don’t necessarily need him to.

“Yes, I just wasn’t ready, but I am now,” I tell him, smiling. I love how attentive and concerned he is for my safety because it makes me feel special, but I don’t want him to think I’m incapable, so after one more smile, I take a deep breath and dive back into the water.

Ethan follows, keeping at my side the whole time while we swim. Every now and then, he dives down to the sea floor, collecting small shells and bringing them to me. Each time we surface, he holds me while I catch my breath and lets me look at the small items he collects.

A turtle swims right in front of us, and I run my fingers over its shell. Ethan’s hand covers mine, curling around it as the turtle swims away. The warmth is a welcome reprieve from the growing cold of the water, and I let the feeling sink into my skin.

Being with him like this is lovely, and I don’t want it to go away, but I know that tomorrow we’ll have to go back to the real world.

A world where we’ve got problems and will have to use the trust we’ve built to help each other.

Ethan heads into the shower as I leave it, running a towel over my hair to dry it and stop in my tracks when I reach the bed. A large white box with a light purple bow sits on the edge of the bed. I glance at the bathroom.

I’d only been in there for twenty minutes, so when did Ethan have time to prepare a gift?

Dropping the towel to the chair, I shuffle over to the bed with one hand on the towel around my body and one hand pulling at the bow. The top comes off easily to reveal a beautiful black dress. I hold it up and gape at the silky material, rubbing it between my fingers.

He told me we were going to dinner, but this is a surprise.

A beautiful surprise.

Laying the dress back down, I make my way back to the bathroom and drop my towel to the floor. My heart races in my chest as I enter the bathroom to find Ethan in all his naked glory washing up.

This amazing man has been taking care of me throughout our whole trip, without asking for anything in return other than my time. I never thought I’d have someone like that after what Jack did, but here he is.

My man.

“Are you oka—”

I yank him down and slam my lips to his.

Immediately, his hands grip my thighs, lifting me to curl my legs around his waist. I rock against him, feeling his hard cock rise up to brush my core. The tingling sensation of our bodies touching and of him gripping me, shoots waves of hot pleasure through me.

I can’t keep the moan in, grinding against him as he backs me up against the wall. The cold tile sends a shock through me, but I only moan again when Ethan’s teeth graze my shoulder.

“Fuck me,” I beg. “Fuck your mate.”

Ethan growls, slamming into me and making me cry out. I dig my nails into his shoulders, rocking into him as he locks an arm around my waist and plants one beside my head, driving into me.

Grunts and moans echo in the small shower, water falling around us, and heat rising.

“Yes, Ethan. Please,” I moan, lifting my hips into his thrusts. “I need… I…”

“Come on me, little mate,” he orders. “Let that hot little pussy give me everything.”

I groan, my forehead falling to his shoulder as my climax comes close yet falls away. I whimper, trying to chase the feeling, but Ethan slows down.

“Don’t you dare,” I demand, grinding into him. “I need you.”

“Like this?”

He slams into me, hitting the deepest part of me and making me scream, “Yes! God, yes!”

“Does my little mate like it hard and dirty. Do you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk to dinner?” Zev asks, grabbing my hips. I whine, the sound high and needy, as it falls from my lips. I can’t help it. His touch sends me reeling, especially when his fingers find my center and swirl around my clit.

“Yes! Please, yes,” I beg, arching into him.

He hums, scraping his teeth across my collar, kissing and sucking a trail up my neck and making me cry out. His teeth on me and his fingers teasing my pussy are almost too much for me to handle.

“My. Good. Little. Mate,” Zev growls, thrusting into me hard with each word. “You’re mine,” he says, and his words send me spiraling as my climax crests, and I fall over the edge.

I smile, trying to hide the grimace as the slight pain in my center when I walk. Ethan guides me to my seat, helping me sit.

“Sorry about that,” he whispers against my forehead when he kisses me.

I narrow my eyes at him, shaking my head.

“You are not.”

He smirks, and I know I’m right. I think he would’ve kept going all night if I hadn’t stopped him. There’s only so much a girl can handle, and besides, I wanted to wear my new dress for dinner.

“I know you’re not sorry either, Zev,” I whisper, wagging a finger at him.

“You know you loved it, little mate,” he growls as Ethan’s eyes flash yellow for a nanosecond before turning back to their original green.

He’s right. I did love it.

I love everything they do to me.

Smiling, I shift in my chair and give the waiter my drink order. The man tells us he’ll be back soon to take our orders and leaves us with the menus.

“Move back in with me when we get home.”

My eyes find Ethan’s almost before the words leave his mouth.

“I-I’d love to.”