“You have nothing to worry about.” Ivy puts down the steaming bowl of mashed potatoes and reaches up on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the cheek. “He’s so sad and confused. I feel sorry for him. I want to help him if we can. He was your friend once. He can be your friend again.”
“Well, that’s all he’s going to be—a friend,” I emphasize, sliding my hands onto her hips and pulling her close.
“Stop getting so crazy jealous over something stupid,” she giggles as I start to nibble her neck.
“What? Would you rather I give every guy who wants to kiss you free access to those luscious lips of yours?” I tease her, leaning in to steal a kiss of my own.
“No, but it’s kind of hot when you get all jealous,” she whispers against my mouth.
Sliding the food out of the way, I lift her onto the counter until I’m positioned between her legs, my lips moving with hers. She moans, opening her mouth to me, and her tongue tangles with mine. But I don’t stop there as my hands reach up to free her hair from the clip holding it in place, allowing it to tumble over her shoulders. Her fingers are already unbuttoning my shirt, and I feel her hands gliding over my chest. I let my hands trail down her body, grasping her thighs before guiding her ankles behind my back.
But it’s not enough.
Picking her up, I knock everything off the table and place her in the middle, hurriedly freeing my arms from the confines of my shirt. She groans as her hands travel down my back, pulling me down on top of her. We don’t come up for air. We only deepen the kiss that started all this.
Her hand finds my erection, cupping it through my jeans, causing me to jerk against her. I feel her laugh against my lips, but I don’t pull away. She fingers me through the denim, my hips moving with her as I rock back and forth on my heels. She opens her hand wide before squeezing me as hard as she can. I grunt above her, but she tilts her head, forcing her lips back onto mine. Her other hand snakes around the base of my spine, pulling on my low-slung jeans until they’re hanging precariously low.
All the while, she’s tugging and gripping the bulge in front—driving me insane. Up and down, she works me over, not even bothering to lower my zipper, refusing to let me spring free. I growl as I spread my legs even farther apart, desperate to regain control and slow things down. But I’m too far gone, and she knows it. I feel the wetness at my tip as it nudges against my boxers, straining against her hand. My dick has a mind of its own where she’s concerned. Damn it. She’s going to make me come right on the kitchen table.
I lean away from her, groaning loudly as I relinquish the sweet taste of her lips. I lower my eyes and stare at the stain extending down the front of my jeans as she looks up at me, breathless and satisfied.
That’s when we hear the front door open and Will’s footsteps coming toward us.
She’s pulled my jeans down so low that the tuft of hair above my boxers is clearly visible. Fuck. There’s no time to put my shirt back on. All I can do is try and pull up my pants.
Will whistles, leaning against the wall. “I can’t leave you alone for two minutes, can I?” he sniggers, his eyes taking me in, enjoying the view.
Ivy sits up, pressing her lips against my ear. “Go get changed. We’ll salvage what’s left of the meal, okay?” I start to pull away, but she reaches for my arm, drawing me back. “I don’t care if we go hungry today because that was so worth it.”
I smile, ducking my head as I exit the room even though I couldn’t agree more. She might not know how to cook, but she sure knows how to satisfy my cravings in other ways. That was fucking incredible, even with Will interrupting us.
I hear them start to talk as I reach the steps.
“So is it a go?” Ivy asks timidly, afraid of his response.
“Yeah. Ben is bringing him over super early Monday morning before they go hunting,” Will relates, filling her in on the details. “You’ll have a chance to talk to him then.”
“Does Ben think he’ll say anything?” Ivy questions, pressing him for more information.
“Well, that’s the thing,” Will says a bit awkwardly. “Tim thinks he’s just going hunting with Ben. He loves the first day of hunting season. He never misses it. He doesn’t know that they’re stopping here first. It’s the only way Ben could think of to get him out of the house.”
I just shake my head and continue up the stairs. It’s about what I expected. I knew Tim was going to make this difficult.
I just knew it.
Chapter Fifteen
Lauren
I take a sip of Chardonnay and examine my stepfather over the rim of my wine glass.