chapter 14

Maybe it was the position or the memory of that night when Jack humiliated Lily. Either way. I was on fire today, holding the same position for what felt like forever, and Lily came twice.

Then, I had Lily spread her legs wide and kneel on the bed, her upper body upright, hands gripping the bed frame, looking all kinds of sexy. I went in from behind, my hands all over her smooth breasts.

"God, Ethan, you're killing it today," Lily moaned, sounding both tired and turned on.

I bit her neck gently, thrusting deep, and said, "That's cause I'm falling harder for you every day."

I picked up the pace, feeling that familiar build-up. My hands moved to her waist to keep her steady.

 I whispered in her ear, "Baby, I'm going to come."

Suddenly, the door flew open. "Yō, Ethan, want to shoot some hoops?" Logan Davis's round, acne-speckled face and short, chubby frame filled the doorway.

We all froze.

Lily was facing the door, and since the room was small, the bed was right there. She was on her knees, legs spread, hands gripping the bed frame, looking like a blooming flower, every inch of her exposed to Logan.

Her breasts were full and perky, nipples hard and red from the excitement. Her lower body was smooth, with just a bit of hair, her pink labia and clit on full display.

 My cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her wide. Her hair was damp, cascading over her shoulders, her fair skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

Logan stood there, mouth hanging open, like a statue.

I was just as shocked, but my body had a mind of its own, and I came hard, spurting into Lily with each twitch, overflowing from where we were joined.

I came for what felt like forever, and we were all frozen in that moment.

Then Lily screamed, and Logan slammed the door shut.

How did this happen? Lily and Logan were practically friends. Sure, there'd been the occasional glimpse of thigh, a hint of cleavage, but this... this was different. This was everything. Laid bare. And why had we all just frozen like that?

The thought of Logan seeing Lily like that—her breasts, her pussy, all the parts of her that were supposed to be just for me—filled me with a confused mix of anger and a strange, unsettling thrill. I didn't know what to do.

Lily started crying and burrowed under the covers, pulling me out of her.

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and stormed out of the room. Seeing Logan standing downstairs, I yelled, "You bastard! What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you know how to knock?

" Logan, all talk and no action, looked absolutely terrified.

He was pacing nervously on the first floor, and when I shouted, he immediately knelt, "Ethan! I swear, I didn't see anything! I'm so sorry!"

"Bullshit! This is messed up, Logan. Even if I beat the crap out of you, it won't change what you saw. And it's not even your fault. It's that damn broken lock!"

"Sorry," Logan kept repeating.

"Just... don't ever mention this. Ever. Just pretend it never happened." I stomped downstairs, gave him a swift kick, and yelled, "Get out!"

"Okay, Okay," Logan nodded and quickly ran out the door. I sighed, knowing Lily would blame me for not locking the door.

When I got back to the room, Lily was still hiding under the covers, trembling.

"Lily, come out. It was an accident. I just kicked him out, and he's gone," I said, trying to explain.

"You jerk, why would you have me... like that... without locking the door?" Lily cried from under the covers.

"Lily, just forget about it. It was an accident." I tried to comfort her, thinking how strange women could be. She could let Jack humiliate her, but being seen naked by someone else was causing this meltdown. Women's logic was baffling.

"Just go away, Ethan. I want to be alone," Lily refused.

"Okay. Just... try to rest. I'll make us something to eat, okay?"

I figured she needed time to process everything, so I left her alone. Thinking about how we'd gone from passionate sex to this... this mess... made my stomach churn. I cooked dinner downstairs by myself. It was getting dark, around seven or eight, when Lily finally came down.

She was wearing one of my big shirts and her shorts, her eyes red, walking barefoot down the stairs.

"Don't cry, baby. Your eyes are all red. I'll punch Logan a few more times, okay?" I tried to comfort her.

Lily shook her head, silently walked down the stairs, and took my hand, saying, "Ethan, I want to ask you something."

What was wrong? I wondered. Seeing Lily's somewhat gloomy expression, I said, "Go ahead, Lily."

"Will you... will you stay with me forever, no matter what happens?" Lily asked seriously, looking at me.