She could break up with me, right now, and I’d say, “Okay.”
I just wasn’t in love with her, and she knew that. She’d have to be blind not to know that. Did she love me? I doubted it. I think she just liked the fact that she’d scored me, finally, after years of trying.
I tried to end it with her last night, while on the phone. I told her what had happened with Ivy and although I’d assumed she’d blow a fucking gasket, she didn’t. She stayed eerily calm on the other line and shut me up when I was close to saying, “I think we should part ways.”
She said I owed it to her to talk to her, face to face, if I wanted to “discuss our relationship,” and she was right. I did owe it to her. I just needed to learn how to keep a cap on my attraction to Ivy until then.
Like right now, sitting on the end of the couch, with Ivy’s toes brushing along my thigh, while I stuffed my face with a gigantic bowl of cereal. She was mind-blowingly sexy even while asleep. Her touch was innocent, but it sent some interesting signals to my dick.
I offered her my bed last night and she ver
y abruptly shot up on the couch and yelled, “Absolutely not!”
I was taken aback, and asked her why the hell not.
Her voice was slightly wobbly. “I’m not sleeping in a bed that you fuck Breanna on... no, thank you.”
I could sense the jealousy on Ivy, even if she didn’t openly say anything. Her nose turned up, scrunching just a little, and her entire body tensed.
It caused something so exciting to go through me that I had to adjust myself before getting up off the couch to refill our popcorn bowl. The thought of Ivy being envious of me having sex with someone else just fueled my fantasies of getting her underneath me.
Sex with Ivy would be different.
Sex with Ivy wouldn’t just be sex; I knew that just by staring at her calm, sleeping face this morning.
Yeah, I needed to end it with Breanna. As soon as fucking possible…before I did something I regretted.
I chomped down on my Cap’n Crunch louder than before, no doubt trying my hardest to wake up the angel curled up with a grey blanket tossed all around her body.
Her legs were peeking out from below the blanket, her leggings ridden up further than I’m sure she’d like. Tanned calves stuck out underneath the black, spandex-like fabric and although I tried, really, really, really fucking hard not to look, her ass looked like the most perfect, round peach.
I chomped even harder on my cereal then, turning my gaze away from her and clicking on the TV.
I sensed her stirring before I glanced over, silver spoon still sticking in my mouth.
Ivy shot up quickly, brown hair spilling out from her ponytail, and grabbed the blanket to wrap around her body. She’d thrown her jacket off sometime in the night, I assumed, so the only thing she had on were her black leggings and a skimpy tank top.
A skimpy tank top without a bra.
Small buds were poking through the almost see-through, white fabric and I all but grunted aloud to keep myself from bursting.
I could literally feel my dick straining against my tight boxer briefs.
Focus on the Cap’n Crunch. Focus on the Cap’n Crunch.
My ears flamed and I clenched my eyes shut when I felt the shift of the couch and heard her moan, while stretching her arms above her head.
“Holy crap!” she shouted, turning her gaze to my lap.
At first, I thought she might have seen my salute to the devil, but I instantly relaxed when I saw that she was staring at the giant bowl in my hand, full of cereal.
I don’t care what type of man you are, cereal is the best meal.
“What?” I asked, perplexed. “Do you want some?”
“That’s huge!!” she said, pulling the blanket tighter around her body.
A sliver of a smile formed on my face as I tipped my eyes down to her. “That’s what she said.”