Authors: Violet Walker
“More importantly,” Jackson interrupted, “please tell us you kicked her out on her scrawny cheating, stuck up ass!”
Ethan had to smile at the protectiveness his brothers displayed. He would miss that camaraderie when he was no longer at SE, but he still valued their loyalty. To think, at one point he thought he’d never fit with these two boys of privilege. But he’d quickly become the third Musketeer, getting into trouble and protecting them without question. And that’s why he decided to put them out of their misery. “It wasn’t Toni. She’s dead.”
“Thank goodness! Ouch!” That statement from Chase earned a swift elbow to the ribs from Brooke.
“Seriously Chase?”
He at least looked shamed by his reaction. “I just meant thank goodness it wasn’t her, not that she was dead. Although…,” Her look of fury stopped that thought cold.
He looked to Vance. “It was Freddie, Toni’s younger sister.” He went on to explain everything—including his break up with Toni—in detail and told them that Freddie would return the following day with his son, Matt.
“Wow.” Jackson sighed.
“Damn,” Chase uttered with disbelief.
“Congratulations,” Brooke and Galina offered simultaneously.
“I guess that means you’ll be sticking around after all, son.”
Ethan shook his head. “Now I’m more determined than ever to forge my own path. Being a single parent isn’t easy and since I’m no longer a CEO, I really need to find a job that will allow me to care for my son.” His words, as he expected, rendered the entire table silent.
“A kid settles you down more than a woman!” Jackson’s roar sounded supersonic in the silent dining room. He looked to Vance. “Are you really so controlling and manipulative you won’t make an exception for your own grandkid?”
Ethan held his hand up to stop his younger brother. “I appreciate the defense Jack but it isn’t necessary. Now that I have a son I can’t risk losing so much based on someone else’s whims.” He tossed a pointed glare in Vance’s direction. He pushed away from the table and stood. “I’ll stick around for a couple weeks while I get acquainted with Matt but I’m still leaving.”
***
“Dad are you really going to do this to him?” Chase was seething and he wanted nothing more than to unleash the fury he felt at the man responsible. “After everything he’s done, the leadership he’s exhibited you’re just going to make him give it all up?”
“I’m not making him do anything.”
Chase had to clench his jaws tight and squeeze his fists to keep from leaping over the table and strangling the old man. “You’re not? What happened to ‘settle down or lose your share of the company’ because that sure as hell sounds like force to me!”
Vance stared at his oldest boy, proud that his sons were standing together, even if it was against him. “You all have a choice to do as I ask or not do.”
Chase pushed his chair back and stood, pulling Brooke’s chair out with him. “If that’s the case then I choose to not do. Count me out.” He left the room, pulling Brooke in his wake.
Vance turned his attention to Jackson who also looked to be ready to bubble over with rage. “Well?”
Jackson shrugged knowing there wasn’t much he could say to change Vance’s mind. “You’re going to do what you want Dad, no matter what we say. But,” he stood and helped Galina up, “I stand with my brothers and I’m out too.”
“
H
i Matt, I’m Ethan. Your dad.” Ethan was crouched down so he and Matt were violet brown eye to violet brown eye. Seeing his son—his son—up close was frightening, it was beautiful and it was the most nervous he’d ever been in his life. He wanted to wrap his arms around the little boy and smell him and hold him tight and never let him go. If someone had told him even ten minutes ago that he would feel such a connection, such intense and all-consuming love for someone he just met, he would have told them to lay off the drugs.
“Hi Dad. Can I call you dad?”
He looked into those fathomless eyes, so open and honest and ready to love, and he thought the happiness he felt would burst out of him. “Sure buddy, call me whatever you like.” He stood and reached out a hand to the boy, checking over his shoulder with Freddie to make sure he was doing alright. “Let’s go inside and you can meet your uncles and grandpa.”
Those familiar eyes widened again. “I have uncles? Did you hear that Aunt Freddie, I have uncles!”
Freddie and Ethan smiled down at him. “I guess we’ve been outranked by uncles,” she laughed.
Ethan laughed too thinking that Matt would instantly love Chase and Jackson. Just beyond the sitting room the Silver family waited to meet their newest member. Matt ran into the room at full speed and stopped quickly, staring up and up and up at his new uncles.
“Are you guys my new uncles?”
Jackson squatted to look him in the eye and inspect his face close up. He ruffled his hair and looked behind his ears while the boy giggled. “I don’t know. Are you Matt?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Hmmm how do I know? Let me see some I.D. sir.”
Matt giggled more, looking behind him up at Freddie and Ethan. “I don’t have I.D. and I’m not a sir. I’m a kid.”
“Well if you don’t have I.D. then how do I know you’re Matt?” He exaggerated a shoulder shrug and looked Jackson in the eyes.
“How do I know you’re my uncle?” He held his hand out. “I think I need to see some I.D.” He laughed along with the adults in the room, and he laughed louder when Jackson picked him up and flipped him over his shoulder.
“This is my I.D. mister, it’s something only uncles are allowed to do.” He flipped him again so Matt’s head was close to his and stopped in front of Chase. “This is your other uncle, our older brother Chase.”
“Are you a movie star?”
Chase flushed at the question. “No little man, I work with your dad.”
Matt looked up at his dad. “You’re a movie star Dad?”
***
For the first time in his life Ethan was happy, actually, honest to goodness happy. He couldn’t stop smiling at Matt and everything he did. He was a bundle of energy, smart as hell and curious about everything. He had spent the week with Matt and Freddie, getting to know his son and learning how to be a father. They had traipsed the property, rode horses and even played hide and seek. Matt baked cookies with Galina, drew pictures with Brooke and he played catch with his new uncles, the highlight of his new family.
And Freddie was always there, quiet and supportive with an easy smile for him. When did she get so damn beautiful? When he wasn’t mesmerized by his son, his thoughts were all about a tiny woman with inky black hair, mile long lashes and freckles that tormented him. She was so soft and feminine and easy to be around. And damn she smelled so good, like some exotic flower. It was intoxicating.
But more than how she looked was how Ethan felt when he was with her. He didn’t feel stressed, didn’t feel the darkness that often washed over him and forced him to retreat. He didn’t feel worried that he would fail as a father and he barely thought about his new future, one that would not include Silver Enterprises.
“Dad look at us!” Matt waved to his dad as he and Freddie were strapped in to a human slingshot at a nearby carnival. His smile was big, his cheeks flushed bright red and his eyes shining bright with excitement.
Ethan smiled over at the image they presented and snapped a few photos. They were both so small wrapped snug into what amounted to an elastic rug. He watched with his heart in his throat as the contraption pulled them up higher and higher before slinging them into the open air. Why did I think this was a good idea? But as he watched, partially terrified, he couldn’t help the smile that grew as he heard them both scream and laugh with delight as they swung back and forth until finally stopping.
He walked over to them as they were lowered to the ground. “Wow, you guys looked great!”
“Oh my gosh Dad, that was so fun! We flew through the air like a bullet, it was so cool!” Matt was jumping up and down, talking so fast he was running out of breath at the end of his sentences.
“I saw, you were flying.” He picked him up and his heart swelled with love when Matt squeezed his arms around his neck.
“That was really fun.” Freddie’s face was as flushed as Matt’s.
“Aunt Freddie you were very brave.”
She leaned in and kissed his nose. “Thanks big guy, I couldn’t have done it without you.” She looked up at Ethan, his deliciously spicy scent wrapped around her and pulled her in closer. She took a step back. “How about we get some lunch before we head back?”
“Tacos?” Matt’s voice was hopeful.
“What do you say to tacos, Dad?”
Ethan pulled her in with his free hand and ruffled her hair. At her laugh Matt leaned over and joined in. “Dad is fine with tacos, aren’t you?”
“Sure am.”
***
Later that night Matt was curled up in bed sound asleep and Ethan stood and watched him, just soaking up the fact that this incredible creature was now his responsibility. “I’ll do right by you little man, I swear I will.” He turned and left the room, leaving the door open so a sliver of light crept in.
He found Freddie curled up with a book in the ugly sitting room the rest of the family avoided whenever possible. “There you are.”
She looked up and smiled. “Here I am.” Her heart kicked up a notch as Ethan came closer and settled his big body next to her on the uncomfortable sofa. “What’s up Ethan Silver?” She tried to ignore the heat that rushed through her body when his leg touched hers and his arm slung over her shoulders.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re here Freddie. Really. I don’t know how I could have lasted the past week without you. You’re fantastic with him.”
Her smile was bashful. “You’re pretty fantastic with him too.” She was surprised how good the surly Ethan she remembered was with his son. He was patient, he actually listened to him and he talked to him as an equal. “Plus, you know, Matt is easy to love.”
“Isn’t he?” Her smile was contagious when he said this. Or maybe it was those plump pink lips that tempted a man to lick and bite them until she was climbing his body to get closer.
“Ethan are you okay?”
He nodded. “You got so beautiful Freddie. I mean you were a cute kid back then, but now. Now you’re stunning.”
She blushed, happy and slightly uncomfortable that he was saying the words she wanted to hear years before. “Thanks."
“Freddie.”
She looked up at him. “Yeah?”
“I need to taste you again.” She nodded in agreement and he crashed his mouth into hers, eager to have a repeat of that stolen kiss in the English garden years ago. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her to him until she was on his lap. He pulled back and looked into those deep green eyes, searching for a hint of hesitation. He saw only desire in her eyes when she placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled him to her mouth.
The kiss was hot and intense, frenetic and unexpected. Freddie started the kiss but Ethan quickly took it over. He angled her head to deepen the kiss and further explore the depths of her mouth. He tasted her lips, her tongue, teeth and other parts never before touched by another person. His hot mouth tasted of mint and chocolate and she cried out when he left her mouth for the line of her jaw and the sweet salty skin of her neck. His tongue swiped across her collar bone and left a wet trail between her breasts.
“Ethan!” She cried out when she felt the wetness of his tongue and the sharpness of his teeth close over a nipple. The sensation was so powerful her hips began to move without her consent and her hands inched forward until they were buried deep in his dark brown hair. A cry escaped again when she felt the absence of his mouth on one breast and then a moan when it landed on the other. “Ethan, yes! God yes!”
His mouth pulled back and she felt bereft until she caught the heated look in his gaze. That dark look told her he wanted her down to the core of his being. She felt the moisture drip down her thighs and onto his pants. “Are you sure you want this Freddie?”
She nodded. “More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. Make love to me Ethan, please. Please.”
He growled and nipped her throat. “Hang on tight sweetheart.”
Before Freddie could nod or acknowledge his words she was feet from the ground barreling through the halls of Silver House backwards. She tightened her thighs around his middle, bringing her up close and personal with the hardest part of him. He groaned again and she laughed a laugh she didn’t recognize. It was husky and damn sexy. “Hurry Ethan, I can’t wait to have you.” She licked the rim of his ear and seconds later she was hit by the softness of a bed. His bed.
“Tell me to stop right now Freddie, if you don’t want this. I’ve been craving you since you got here and I’m ready to lick you until you come all over my tongue, to squeeze my fingers inside you and pound into you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”
That intense stare bore into all the layers she wore to hide herself from the world and she was spellbound. Words escaped her with every small jerk of his hips crashing right into where she ached for him so she nodded her agreement, her readiness. That was all he needed to hear apparently because he was ripping her jeans and panties down her legs and bearing her breasts to him. She was fully naked in front of Ethan Silver and he was staring like she was the most beautiful, sexiest, most mesmerizing creature he had ever seen. “Ethan,” she whispered shyly.
“Fuck, you are one gorgeous woman.” Ethan kept his gaze connected to hers so he could see her reactions to him. She was already so wet for him he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out, but when he ran one finger up and down the creamy folds of her lower lips, her eyes darkened and her pussy clenched. He groaned and touched her gently until she was grabbing the bed sheets and writhing in need. For him. He plunged two fingers into her and swirled his tongue around one of her tight pink buds.
Freddie screamed and moaned and muttered nonsense as Ethan’s fingers worked delightful magic in her body. His tongue shot sparks off every inch of her body and when he sank his teeth into the underside of her breast she felt the wave’s crash over her, again and again as she convulsed and her body squeezed his fingers. “Holy hell Ethan! That was. So. Good!”
He smiled as his mouth continued to work her breast and when he pulled his fingers from her and held them up so she could see them glistening with her juices, she felt her body heat up all over again. When he licked those fingers and said, “So, so good,” she felt her body clench again as small aftershocks rocked her body.
“I feel as though I’m melting into your bed,” she murmured. She heard him laugh, probably at her drowsy speech because she felt like she’d downed a bottle of tequila. Sex tequila. She glanced up at his body still hovering over hers. “Ethan.”
“Freddie.”
She was panting heavily. “I want to undress you. Now.” His gaze never left hers when he pushed himself off the bed and stood waiting for her to undress him. It might kill him, but he’d risk it to have her soft hands on his body. He wanted to laugh at the way she hurried off the bed and stood before him, biting her bottom lip. “I’ll bet you’re beautiful everywhere.” He groaned when her soft hands reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up so damn slow, he was ready to toss her onto the bed and slide deep inside her then and there. Freddie tossed the shirt over her shoulder and her mouth dropped open. “Yep. Fucking stunning.” Her fingers trailed over his shoulders and pecs, stopping to graze his nipples with her nails before she leaned in and kissed his six pack.
“Freddie,” he groaned as she took her time exploring his body.
“Patience young man.” Her voice was breathless, she was obviously enjoying herself. Her mouth traveled back up so she could taste his nipples while she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift pull. “Ethan you are a sight to behold. Strong thighs. Beautiful, hard cock.”
His control snapped and he tipped her back onto the bed before her small hand could wrap around him. “I’ve got a beautiful cock?” She nodded with a smile on her face and Ethan couldn’t have stopped himself from kissing her if his life depended on it. Freddie was the most responsive woman he’d ever been with and it was something genuine which drove him insane with want. Her small body moved under him like she couldn’t get enough of him, grinding her wet heat against his cock. “Damn Freddie you will be the death of me.”
She was already moments away from yet another orgasm, but instead of telling him that, she reached a hand between them and grabbed the hard goodness torturing her. She squeezed just enough to get his attention and lined him up where she needed him most. “Ethan. Fuck. Me.” Her heels dug into his firm ass cheeks and his groan as he sank into her and made her cry out.