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Authors: Terry Towers

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Reaching into the pocket, Ivy grabbed the phone and passed it to him. His mother’s name was lit up on the screen. He looked down at the phone and sighed, his mood becoming dour. “Dad’s been…” he sighed. “I gotta take this.”

Ivy didn’t press. It was no secret growing up that Trey’s father had a tendency to be abusive. When Trey was younger and still lived with his parents he’d come around with bruises; on a couple of occasions he’d even had a black eye. He’d refuse to talk about it but you would have to be stupid not to realize what was going on. Apparently, some things remained the same.

 

Chapter 5

 

Ivy

“Where’s Trey?” Ethan asked, poking his head into Ivy’s room an hour after Trey dropped her off. They’d stayed at the beach until sunset, cuddling and talking on the cool sand. It had been a wonderful day and she really didn’t expect a man like Trey to be so romantic – he hadn’t been before to her knowledge, but he was now.

Ivy looked up from the novel she’d been reading and caught Ethan’s stare. He looked exhausted; he’d already stripped down to just a pair of jeans, the muscles in his chest and shoulders tight. Presumably another hard day. “He got a call from his mother. His dad’s been drinking and getting rowdy. She asked him to drop in and defuse the situation. He assumed he’d be gone for the night. Said he’d swing by after his shift tomorrow.”

“Ahhh.” Opening the door wide, Ethan entered and crossed the room, sitting on the bed next to her.

“Ever think of knocking?” She motioned to the pair of Snoopy boxer shorts and camisole she was wearing, sans a bra. If you looked closely you could see the outlines of her large, dark areolas. “I’m not really dressed to be seen.”

His eyes lazily took in every inch of her body, a cocky grin on his lips. “I’d beg to differ.”

She averted her gaze, a blush forming on her cheeks as she shifted uneasily on the bed as the heat began to form between her legs. The way his eyes seemed to drink in every inch of her made her stomach do a little flip-flop. “What do you want?”

“What are you reading?” he asked as he made an attempt to grab the novel from her hands, but she jerked it out of his reach.

“None of your business.” The last thing she wanted him to know was that she still read the corny romance novels he used to tease her about.

He frowned and made a swipe for the book. “Come on. Let me see.”

She jerked it out of his reach a second time and put her hand behind her back. “No. You can’t. Now scram.” That was the last thing she wanted.

They stared at each other, neither one of them moving an inch. A slow smile crept onto his lips and she saw the devious gleam in his eyes.

“I said no.”

He lunged, grabbing behind her back and yanking the book from her fingertips. With the prize in his hands he sat back and examined the cover. “
A Cop’s Passion
. Sounds steamy.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and flipped to the page she’d bookmarked when he came in.

“Ethan! Give it back, you bully!” She lunged at him, attempting to get it back, but he held it out of reach.

“Nope, not until I see what’s got you all hot and heavy.”

“I’m not hot and heavy! Who uses that term aside from you anyhow?”


Their eyes locked as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his large, throbbing cock…
” he read, his smile so large it looked like his head was cut in half. “Well, little sister, I can’t believe you’re reading porn.”

“It’s not porn.” She lunged again just as he was about to read another line and yanked it from his fingertips. “It’s steamy romance.”

“I don’t know about that, but sounds like porn to me. That being said, you didn’t give me much of a chance to evaluate.”

With a groan, she swatted him on the shoulder with the book, her cheeks burning, turning a deep crimson. “That’s why you’re a bully.”

“I’m not a bully!” A bark of laughter erupted from him.

“Bully, bully, bully.” She whacked him several more times.

“Stop abusing me!” His laughter was contagious and she found herself laughing with him. “You’re the one being the bully. I never assaulted you!”

She pulled her arm back to swat him again when he lunged at her hand. Ivy yelped as she went tumbling backwards, Ethan’s body toppling over hers. The book fell from her fingertips as she squirmed under him until his body was situated between her legs.

Grabbing her wrists, with a little effort he forced them above her head and secured her wrists with his one larger, stronger hand. She continued to squirm under him, attempting to free herself, but all it managed to do was cause a hard ridge to form beneath the crotch of the jeans he was wearing.

Picking the book up with his free hand, he flipped to a random page. “
He entered her slowly, savouring the feel of her heat engulfing him, inch after blissful inch…
Kinda hot.” He dropped the book by her head and looked down into her eyes. “So, does this turn you on?”

The look of desire that was flaring up in his blue eyes set her body aflame and she squirmed under him, not to escape, but so the ridge of his cock was settled against her mound. She moved under him again, the friction teasing her clit through the clothing.

“Does it?” All teasing was now gone from his eyes and all that remained was an intense hunger.

Ivy caught her lower lip between her teeth and moaned softly.

“God, Ivy…” He moved over her, grinding his hardened dick against her mound. Whether it was intentional or he was attempting to relieve the tension as she was, Ivy didn’t know, but it sent a tremor of need through her. Her hands fisted above her head as she attempted to restrain her need to kiss him.

“Ethan, I –”

He lowered his head until his lips grazed her neck. “Ivy.” He inhaled deeply. “You smell so good, I don’t remember you smelling so sweet.”

“It’s been a long time,” she managed to gasp.

He nipped at her neck, sending a jolt through her and she moaned, moving under him. It wasn’t necessarily her intention to provoke him, in fact, she wasn’t thinking much of anything as surges of need rippled through her.

“Ivy,” he whispered as his lips and teeth made their way up her neck and along her jaw. He pulled up just enough to look deep into her eyes as he released her hands and ran his index finger along her collarbone. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.”

Her hands immediately went to his face. A slight beard had begun to form at his chin. She’d waited for so long to touch him like this and to feel his hard body covering hers. Slipping a hand to the back of his head she urged his lips down to hers. When his lips met hers it was like a dam had broken and the years of wanting and needing him surged through her in a ball of fiery need. The kiss wasn’t sweet or intimate like it had been with Trey; it was fierce and urgent, like they were starving and the other person was their own source of nutrition.

Ethan’s hand slipped between them, cupping her breast over the sheer material, as he ground his covered cock against her pelvis. Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him tighter, rocking against the hard ridge of his cock. But she wasn’t getting relief, instead it was only fuelling her need for more.

“Ethan. God, Ethan, what are we doing?” she moaned, pulling her lips from his and arching her back, giving him full access to her neck.

“What you’ve been wanting.” His lips travelled down the side of her neck, nipping lightly at her ivory flesh. “What I’ve been wanting, I was just too stupid to realize it until now.”

She lowered her hands to his shoulders, her fingers digging into the tight muscle as his lips reached her collarbone. As his lips trailed a string of kisses across her collarbone he pushed the hem of her camisole up and over her breasts.

The plan. This isn’t part of the plan.
His fingers pinched her nipple, then rolled it between his fingertips until it was a tight, dark nub, sending another surge of pleasure through her that made her pussy throb.
Fuck the plan.
Ivy moaned as Ethan’s lips grazed her breast and tongue flicked the nipple.

The heat between her legs was becoming intolerable, demanding relief from the tension. Ivy’s hands slipped down his well-defined, muscular back to the waistband of his jeans, slipping underneath the waistband and gripping his ass, pulling him down tighter to her.

Ethan released her nipple and his lips began travelling lower. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her boxers, he tugged them down. Ivy’s body froze, her hands slipping to her sides, fisting the blanket under her, as she watched him slowly work his way down her stomach to the top of her shaven mound.

This. Her and Ethan. Was it finally going to happen… Now?

Trey!!!
His name screamed out in her head. She groaned inwardly. This couldn’t happen, at least not right now. She needed them both onboard to sharing and that wasn’t going to happen if she let this proceed and caused a competition between them for her.

“Wait! Ethan, stop.” Her body screamed out in protest as she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him off of her. “We can’t.”

He looked up at her, confusion and disappointment etched in his expression. But he didn’t protest. Taking a deep breath in, he slowly released it and crawled up to lay beside her as she pulled her boxers back up and adjusted her camisole. She turned onto her side, propping her head up on her elbow. The throbbing between her legs was killing her, but she was pretty confident he was also suffering. At least they could suffer together.

“I’m sorry. I just think we shouldn’t take this too quick. Not until we iron out a few things…” Not exactly true, but it would have to do.

“I get it.” He began to sit up and leave when she grabbed his arm, pulling him back down.

“I don’t suppose you’d be up to a horror movie marathon. Maybe some popcorn.”

He laughed, mimicking her position on the bed. “Then we can have a good old heart to heart.”

Ivy smiled. “Just like old times.” She hoped. Really hoped.

Ethan looked over at the flatscreen television mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. “Are there any good ones?”

“It’s Saturday night, there have to be. And if not there’s always porn.”

“Oh yeah, that should keep my erection from bursting through my jeans,” he groaned, rolling his eyes at her and flopping over onto his back. “Find a movie and I’ll get the popcorn.”

Ivy slipped to her back and laced her fingers behind her head as she watched him slide from the bed and undo his jeans, pulling them down. His erection, thick and rock hard, pressed against his boxer briefs. 

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You’re in your underwear, why can’t I be?” he protested. “Besides, I know I’ll have no problem keeping my hands to myself. I think I proved that when you said stop and despite my extremely painful hard-on.” He motioned to his crotch area, drawing her eyes to it. Hearing him laugh, she quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks growing warm. “Now, if
you
can’t then that’s not my problem.”

She laughed. “Fair enough.”

 

~*~*~*~

 

Ivy

It took every ounce of restraint within Ivy to keep from reaching across the bed and touching Ethan, or cuddling tight to him. Even sleeping Ethan looked sexy and powerful. Grabbing the remote she flicked off the television. Sometime throughout the night they’d fallen to sleep; she was pretty sure she was the first to go.

Looking over her shoulder she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Shit, it was almost noon! Stretching on the bed, she attempted to work out some of the knots in her body. She hadn’t exercised since she’d arrived home four days ago and it made her feel blah. Rolling over to wake Ethan, she reconsidered. He’d worked hard the previous night and didn’t have to work today so there was no harm letting him sleep in, he wouldn’t be sleeping this long if his body didn’t need it.

Slipping from the bed she padded her way barefoot across the hall and into the bathroom. Stripping down she quickly brushed her teeth, used the facilities and then hopped into the shower. The warm, bordering on hot, water cascading down her back felt like heaven, like a gentle massage over her shoulders.

She’d just gotten shampoo in her hair when there was a ruckus in the hallway and the door to the bathroom burst open.

What in the hell!

She pulled the shower curtain back enough to poke her head out and immediately regretted it, quickly pulling it back in, blocking her view of Ethan. “What the hell Ethan!”

He groaned softly as he urinated in the toilet. “Sorry, but it was an emergency. I wasn’t going to make it downstairs.”

“That’s gross, I’m trying to take a shower!”

“I’m not stopping ya.”

She growled inwardly and stuck her head back out of the shower once the peeing sound ended to be replaced with the sound of the sink faucet being turned on. “Yeah, but I was having a relaxing moment in here. Then you came barging in without knocking. What if I was on the toilet?”

He grinned, turning off the faucet, wiping his hands on the pink hand towel on the countertop and catching her gaze. “I heard the shower, figured it was safe.” He cocked a brow up at her, his grin widening. “And what do you mean by moment? Baby sister masturbating in the shower? I offered to take care of you last night, but you shot me down.”

“I’m not really your sister, you realize that right? When you say baby sister you make it sound so incestuous and creepy. And kinda icky.”

He shrugged, turning his back to the sink and folding his arms over his chest, but not making any indication that he planned on leaving anytime soon.

“What?” She wiped soapy water from her face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

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