After we both finished showering—separately—and I started the wash, we high-tailed it for the kitchen. Eggs and the works sounded delicious, but we were both so hungry that we ended up eating cold pizza instead.
There was a knock on the door just after we finished eating, but Ethan insisted we ignore it.
His words: "It's probably those bible salesmen, so unless you want to go make out in front of them so they banish us to Hell, just ignore it. They'll go away. And if they don't go away, then it's probably Jessica 'cause she 'forgot' her key again, in which case, she can wait until I feel like answering the door."
He forcefully shoves me onto the couch then climbs right on top of me. Jesus, he's not really so shy. It's incredibly hot.
I can't concentrate on making out with him worth a shit though because the continuous knocking is annoying me. It stops completely and I turn my head, breaking Ethan's kiss, and stare at the door. Sure enough, it comes back full force.
"Are you really going to pick letting Jessica in over making out with me? You know damn well all the fun stuff is going to end the minute she's in here."
Shit, he's right. She can wait a few more minutes. I grasp his face between my hands and pull him to me for another kiss.
I've never made out so much in my life as I have in the past couple weeks with Ethan. I never want to stop kissing him, I'm still a little shocked that he let me start in the first place. His mouth is so talented, he's going to give the best head ever when we make it that far. His lips are so soft. And he loves to use his teeth, almost as much as I love when he uses them.
The banging on the door grows louder and I turn my head again.
Ethan groans and grabs my hair, making me turn my face back to him. “Ignore it." He leans in and kisses me, or tries to, but I remain tight-lipped. He bites my lower lip and it almost works—almost.
But the banging gets even louder.
"There is no way that is Jessica," I tell him. "It's been like ten minutes; she would have broken her tiny little hand by now."
"Who cares—"
"I do. What if it's important?"
"Anyone important enough to be let in has a key, except you, and you're already here, so just ignore it."
"I can't."
His jaw clenches and he moves off of me, sitting on the opposite end of the couch while I go to answer the door myself.
I should have known listening to Ethan would have been a good idea. I should have known I'd regret answering to knocking so annoying it could only be one person.
"Jesus Christ, about time," Johnathon yells at me when I open the door.
I try to block him from coming in, but he just shoves his way through.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"You invited me," he states.
"What do you mean he invited you?" Ethan demands.
"I didn't invite him," I declare honestly to Ethan. "I did not invite you," I yell at Jonathan.
There is a bunch of yelling over each other and a few times when I think Ethan is either going to hit me or Johnathon, or both of us, but eventually it all calms down. Johnathon, the asshole, took complete advantage of the situation, as usual, and was using my 'okay' agreement as his invitation, knowing damn well I had no idea what he had said. Ethan begrudgingly believed me, because he knew the circumstances and how Johnathon was, but he looked really pissed about it. Johnathon refused to leave and is currently sitting on the couch where Ethan and I were previously making out, acting like he is welcome.
"How did you even know where he lives?" I ask.
Johnathon rolls his eyes. "Everyone knows where Ethan lives."
"On the contrary, I had no idea where Ethan lived when I met him."
Again, Johnathon rolls his eyes, and unlike when Ethan does it, I want to punch him in the face. "That's because you're an idiot, Jasper."
"Don't call him an idiot again unless you want to eat your teeth," Ethan snaps at him.
I tighten my hold on Ethan's hand, afraid he's going to unexpectedly freak out and bash on Johnathon's face or leave, or something.
"Wow, he really converted you, didn't he? Here I thought his rumored blowjob skills were just folklore. Knew I should have asked for more than a kiss," Johnathon says.
I let go of Ethan's hand, changing my tune. I now want him to go bash in Johnathon's face. But he doesn’t, though he looks like he's getting ready to.
"Just let me know if it doesn't work out with Jasper, okay, Ethan?"
"In your dreams," Ethan growls.
"Same with you, Jazzy, I still want you, baby."
Ethan launches off of the couch faster than either of us expect.