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Ethan and Ava
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Ethan Jackson took a deep breath and tried like fuck not to wail like a baby.
The word sent a bead of cold sweat down his spine.
He sucked in a shallow breath followed by another. How the hell could Ava be pregnant?
Obviously, the question he posed to himself was rhetorical because he already knew the damn answer. The real question was this: how the hell could he have fucked up so badly? How could he have lost control and taken that kind of risk with her? His guts clenched and although his mind was racing with panic, he didn’t have to search long for the answer to his question.
It was because she was Ava.
That was the reason he’d screwed up, pure and simple. He’d always had it bad for Ava Anderson. Damn bad. His entire life had always revolved around her.
With his emotions in turmoil, visions from the past clouded his brain.
Yeah, it was true. Pretty much as long as he could remember, he’d craved Ava. He didn’t even like to admit to himself how long he’d wanted a chance with her; it was damn uncomfortable to even think about, let alone admit.
He’d been friends with her brother Ty since way back and Ethan acknowledged he’d been horny for Ava since he’d been, what, about fourteen? She’d only been twelve or thirteen when she’d started developing those amazing breasts, and he’d been pretty much fucked ever since.
He’d been completely hot for her and during those early years he’d barely been able to hold his shit together. But he’d had to—she’d been just a kid—hell, he’d been just a kid. And really, he’d done remarkably fine, that is, until recently. Yeah, recently, shit had changed. Since the beginning of her sophomore year, since he’d been a senior, well, he’d tried to hold it together, he really had. But she’d kept getting prettier and prettier, and damn his sorry ass if he hadn’t kept getting hornier and hornier.
He blamed his loss of control on the fact that she was always around. She was always there, always at Ty’s house, right in front of his face and way too fucking close to his unruly pecker. He hadn’t been able to maintain any distance, hadn’t been able to get any relief from seeing her at all.
He and his other buddy Josh had always hung out at Ty’s house because the Andersons lived right in the center of the town of Redwood Falls, only a street away from the high school. The three of them had been best buds since elementary school, and they’d always congregated at Ty’s house because it was the most convenient. Ethan lived a good ten miles away, on his family’s farm deep in the heart of the county, and Josh lived in the entirely opposite direction. So the three of them had always wound up at Ty’s house. If Ethan had wanted to hang out with his friends, he couldn’t do it without seeing Ava, and that had been almost every day of his godforsaken life.
He remembered having a really shitty month or two, when she’d been about fifteen, because he’d been afraid that Josh was going to make a play for her. If Ethan had found her lush curves irresistible, didn’t it stand to reason that Josh would have felt the same way? But evidently his friend hadn’t felt the same, thank God, and Ethan had been able to calm down again and go on with his life as always—blue balls and all—and that was a good thing, because at fifteen, Ava had still been too damn young for what he’d wanted from her.
During those years, Ethan had tried every freaking thing he could think of to not be so damn aware of her. He’d tried other girls, shit, lots of ’em. He and Josh and Ty were always trolling for chicks, and while it had passed the time, it hadn’t done Ethan a bit of good. Every freaking girl he’d slept with had one face. Ava’s. Every time he’d pushed into a girl, he’d had to grit his teeth while he promised himself that someday, some way, he’d have the girl he really wanted.
Nope, it hadn’t done a damn bit of good to screw other girls, and lately, maybe the last year and a half or so, he’d given up the search for relief because it never worked. The second he crawled off whichever random chick he’d been with, he’d feel bitter recrimination, anger, and then the horniness would come flooding back—he’d still want Ava. He’d always wanted Ava, and just as soon as he’d realized there wasn’t anything he could do to make the feelings go away, he’d manned up and admitted his feelings to Ty. And shit, why wouldn’t he? She’d turned sixteen by then, and what the hell was he supposed to do? Lose her to some other dude because he was afraid of what her brother’s reaction might be?