Stepsister, I clarify to myself. ‘Cause there is nothing pure about the thoughts I’ve been having about her since she walked back into my life.
Passing by the kitchen, I hear the refrigerator slam shut as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Checking the screen, there’s a notification signaling the Uber is here.
Right on time.
Opening the door, I don’t bother to say anything, staring directly ahead at the woman who’s had me in knots since the moment she waltzed back into my life. Blondie makes a comment about enjoying herself last night, but I don’t even take my eyes off Ivy.
She’s holding a blender cup in her hand containing what looks like a smoothie, dressed in a pair of black workout leggings and matching sports bra.
“Are you even going to walk me out?” Blondie asks.
Looking over at her, straight-faced, I respond, “Wasn’t planning on it.”
“You’re not even going to ask for my number?”
“Nope.”
She drops her jaw, shocked I’d have the audacity to deny her request. What’s the point? I have no point in using it. Why would I give her false hope?
“You’re a jackass,” she sneers, stepping out onto the front porch.
“I could’ve told ya that one,” I retort, slamming the door shut behind her.
“Wow.” Ivy laughs, but there’s not even an ounce of surprise on her face. “You really are a prick.”
“Don’t tell me it took this long for you to figure it out.”
“Oh, no. I’ve known this since we were in ninth grade and you told the new kid, Skyler, I stuffed my bra.”
I laugh, but the mention of her bra has me very much aware of what she is wearing now. Gauging by how tight hers is, fitting her like a fucking glove, there’s no denying what she is working with is all real.
Her stomach flexes, showing the indent of her abs. She’s in killer fucking shape. I’m damn near ready to ask her to turn around so I can get a good look at her ass in those pants.
“I’m sad to see your boyfriend isn’t here this morning.”
“I know you were a little distracted and obviously carried away last night, but he dropped me off and went home. You know, like a gentleman would after a first date.”
“Oh, a gentleman, huh?”
She holds her cup in front of her mouth ready to take a drink as if second-guessing her answer before she replies.
“Yeah, gauging by how you walked your date out this morning, that’s clearly something you know nothin’ about.”
Eliminating the distance between us, I move in close enough to where I bump into her arm. She narrows her eyes at me, moving to slide the cup onto the counter away from us, anticipating what’s about to come next.
She smells like a fresh scent mixed with the subtle smell of chocolate. I’m tempted to lean in closer but judging by the heavy rise and fall of her chest, being this close to her now is earning me the reaction I was hoping for.
She takes a step back, pressing the small of her back against the edge of the counter. Grasping the edge of the granite with both my hands on either side of her, her eyes search my face waiting for what I’m about to do.
Her chest is pressed against mine now, and I can feel my dick harden in my pants. I want to lean back and see if her nipples are beading beneath the material, want to run my fingers over the soft skin of her stomach, holding her against me.
My breath feathers across her ear, earning me a shiver, but she doesn’t push me away.
“You can sit here and tell me he’s the kind of guy you want. You may even have yourself convinced he’s the perfect man for you. Still doesn’t change the fact when you’re lying in your bed, rubbing your fingers over that sweet pussy, it’s me you’re thinking about.”
She rears her head back, fire blazing in her eyes. I’m waiting for her to fight me on it, but the argument never comes.
“Did it turn you on lying in your bed last night, listening to me make her cum?”