Page 47 of Banished From the Pack

I like that he’s thinking about the same thing as me. “He dyed my hair.”

“Yeah? I like the purple. It’s sexy. Makes you look less like a kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” I say, lifting my gaze toward a couple flies lazily circling the kitchen in the summer heat.. “I been taking care of myself since I was little, and my mama, too.”

“I know,” he says. “And you did a fine job of it. And now you look every inch the woman you are.”

A surge of pleasure fills my heart, and I stroke my sleek hair.

“So,” he says, shifting me on his lap so his cock is pushed right up against the softness of my bottom. “Then what did you do? You and Callan?”

Is this some kind of test? Am I going to get Callan in trouble? He said he’d promised something to Ethan. My lips part, but no words emerge.

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” Ethan says. His breathing quickens like he’s hot on the trail of prey. My own breathing feels shallow, and I can’t seem to think straight because it feels so good being near him like this.

“Well,” I say, recalling the pleasure I felt when Callan kissed me. “He showed me how to use deodorant.”

“Yeah?” He plucks out another piece of rabbit and feeds it to me. “Suck on my fingers.”

I suck.

“Ah, fuck,” he says, his eyes going back in his head. “And then what happened?”

A flush of heat ignites my cheeks and neck. “And then he kissed me—the way Axel did, not the way Mama did.”

Ethan’s eyes narrow as the hardness beneath my bottom pushes up like it’s trying to escape being trapped between us. “Did he do anything else?”

I lift my hands to my breasts and touch each nipple through my shirt. “And then he touched me here.”

He shifts his hips beneath me. “Did it feel good?”

“Yeah,” I say, a little breathless.

“Did he show you how to use the other things Warrick bought you?” His voice sounds husky and strained.

I shake my head. “No. He left.”

A few heartbeats of silence pass between us as Ethan studies me with a heated gaze.

“Get up,” he says with a lift of his chin. “It’s my turn.”

“Your turn for what?” I ask, swallowing hard.

“You’ll see,” he says with a wicked grin, lifting me off his lap. My gaze lands on the significant bulge in his pants. He smirks when he catches me looking, then tugs at his jeans and stands. His fingers find the bulge, and he slowly strokes his fingers from the base to the top.

“See what you do to me?” he asks, a growl in his voice even as a teasing smile plays on his lips.

My pulse flutters in my throat, and I tear my eyes away to meet his gaze. “I did that?”

“Yes, Luna. You did that.” He takes my hand and pulls me closer.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Want to feel?”

I nod mutely, letting him take my hand and press it to the thick ridge in his jeans. I curl my fingers around it as well as I can through the thick denim, staring down at it.

Suddenly, he pulls my hand away and drags me through the house to the bathroom. “Where’s that bag of shit you got?” he asks.