Lynelle

"Wow, you actually suck at this," Lynelle laughed as she beat Ethan in another round of Mario Kart.

"It's my first time playing, give me a break," he shot back, rolling his eyes at her despite the smile on his face.

He tossed the remote aside and turned so they were snuggling, with his face in her lap. She set her controller to the coffee table and let him pull her closer.

Lynelle started stroking his hair -- it was surprisingly soft and very pretty. He groaned and turned his head so his face was pressed into her belly instead.

"You smell good," he mumbled into her skin. She gently laughed and kept playing with his hair, which he seemed to like.

He slipped his hands under the hem of her t-shirt, making it ride up her stomach, and gripped her waist as he pressed his face deeper into her, dramatically sniffing like a caveman. She laughed and tried to pull his head away, but he didn't budge.

"Don't be an animal, Ethan," she told him, pulling at his hair in a futile attempt to get him to stop sniffing her. He lifted his head up and pulled her down the couch so his head was almost level with hers, instead of her belly.

Lynelle felt her eyes widen and his erection pressed into her hip. She was getting kind of flustered at the idea of another encounter with Ethan, considering the frustrated, wet mess he had turned her into last time. He set his elbows on either side of her head and leaned closer to her.

"Oh, what's wrong, darling? Are you scared of me? Do I make you nervous? You look like a deer in headlights."

She shook her head and arranged her face so she looked more normal.

"I'm not scared of you," she scoffed. Lynelle wrapped her legs around him and pulled his hips closer into hers.

"No, of course not," he told her, mimicking her obvious tone. "Not at all." Before she could respond, Ethan rolled onto his feet and pulled her up with him.

"It's past dinner time and you haven't eaten all day, I'll cook for you," he told her.

She blinked at him, dazed.

"And us!" called a voice from the stairs. Lynelle whipped her head around to where Max was sitting in the stairwell, watching them.

"How long have you been there?" she asked him.

"Not long. But long enough to see your little moment, if that's what you're asking."

She turned around as a blush overcame her face and Max laughed.

"No reason to be embarrassed by that. We all watched Rowan fuck you, didn't we, baby?"

She turned back around and stared at Max, shocked.

"Is reminding me about that supposed to make me less embarrassed?" she asked indignantly.

"Yes," he answered simply. "You looked beautiful." He smiled at her, then nodded at Ethan, and headed back up the stairs. A door closed a few seconds later.

Lynelle cleared her throat and turned back to the kitchen, where Ethan was turning on the oven with a small smirk on his face. She walked across the room on knees that were a little less stable than they should be and sat at the bar by the kitchen. He was mixing or kneading something with his hands.

"So... what are you making?"

"Wings." Ethan moved his hair out of his face with his forearm and continued his motions.

"Ooh, that's perfect! I'm so lucky you can cook," she said, resting her chin in her hand. "What would I do without you?"

He snorted and washed his hands, putting the tray of food in the oven then coming to lean his elbows on the bar, across from her.

"Um. I kind of forgot that you guys were all there that day," she told him, referencing what Max had said.

"We didn't forget," Ethan murmured. Suddenly, his soft, blue eyes on her felt piercing. Yeah, she probably wouldn't forget witnessing something like that either.

Before she could figure out how to respond, a timer somewhere in the kitchen beeped. Ethan pulled away to check the wings, then put them back.

"Looks good so far, but they need some more time," he muttered as he set the timer again.

He came around to where she was still sitting, and ran his hand along her chair. She watched him, confused.

"You know, this bar stool is the perfect height." He gently shook it, testing its sturdiness.

"Height?" She blinked at him, confused at the comment. She did suppose they were a good height for the bar, which she often ate breakfast at.

"To fuck you," he said bluntly. Lynelle raised her eyebrows and looked down at where their torsos lined up while she was sitting and he was standing.

"I guess you're right," she laughed, even though her heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings. He thoughtfully looked her up and down again, grunted, then went back into the kitchen and started making some kind of salad. Um. Okay?

"Do you want some help?"

"No, no, I'm all good. Besides, you're all busy with your very important job of being eye candy for me."

She looked down at her hands, hiding a smile. "You're an idiot."

He looked over his shoulder and shot her a charming smile. "Only for you, darling."

After a little while, the guys trickled down into the living room, all except Max pleasantly surprised to find the fresh meals Ethan had fixed for them.

It had been a while since they'd all gotten to sit down together for a meal. After it was done, Lynelle was full and happy and laughing.

The dining room cleared out, everyone helping to take care of the dishes. Ethan stayed behind, cleaning the last few things in the kitchen. She stood next to him and helped him wash some of it. He turned to her after it was done and tossed her a towel, winking at her.

"Wanna test out that bar stool?" he asked, sliding his hands over her hips.

"If I crack my head open, you're paying for my medical bills," she warned as he pulled her over to the chair. She slid into it and pulled him into a kiss as he laughed. She fumbled at the buttons on his shirt as he untied her pajama pants with ease, and she huffed with frustration.

"If you don't take this off, I'm gonna hulk out and rip it off you," Lynelle told him. He looked tempted for a second, but conceded and took it off. He took off her shirt and bra too, immediately cupping her breasts as soon as they were exposed to her. Very classy.

They kissed again as he took off her bottoms and she undid his fly. She pulled away and looked at him, slightly out of breath.

"See, I can do the buttons when they're--" she was cut off by Ethan slamming his lips onto hers, probably having had enough of her interruptions. She pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs and ran her fingers along his cock, which was already rock hard. She was trying not to stare, but it was big. And very long, which was a little nerve-wracking.

Ethan groaned at the fleeting touch, and she bit his lip, which only made him moan again. He gave her breasts a little squeeze, then moved down to rub up and down over her thighs and hips.

Lynelle pulled back to catch her breath for a second, but before she could, he moved his kissing lips down to her neck, which only sucked all the air out of her lungs again.

She took advantage of her opportunity to ogle him and got a nice eyeful of his muscular body. He didn't have the bulky, defined muscles like Rowan, but he was fit and lean. Like a swimmer. She let go of his dick and ran her hands over the muscles in his stomach.

His teasing hands finally reached where she wanted him. She gripped the sides of the bar stool as he spread her wetness around and rubbed her clit.

He pulled off of her neck and looked up at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the sound of a ringtone from his phone cut him off.

Ethan's face fell as if he was devastated. She didn't understand -- it wasn't a big deal, he could just end the call. He pulled away, shooting her an apologetic look, and picked up.

"Hey, this is Dr. Hallmark. Yes... I understand, but am I really necess-- He -- already...? Ah. Of course, I'll be there in twenty. Thanks. Bye."

He turned to her and groaned, burying his face in her hair.

"I am so, so sorry, Lynelle. That was the hospital -- one of my patients is going into an emergency operation and I have to be there. I --" She held up a hand, stopping him.

"Ethan, it's fine. You should get dressed. I'll survive one more night without being fucked by you." He snorted and gathered his clothes, disappearing after kissing her.

She smiled and moved around the room, gathering her own clothes and putting them back in place. She headed up the stairs and headed towards her room, knowing it was late. But... there was that conversation she had with Jackson after her first encounter with Ethan.

She bit her lip and turned to a different door, slipping inside the dark room. She slowly walked towards the bed, where the sleeping man as laying on his side.

She tentatively crawled in next to him, and he stirred. Here goes nothing.