Emmett’s eyes flicked to mine, head still tilted down towards the table. “Really? So what, you and Ivy are like… together for good now?”
I fought a smile. “Yeah.”
Ivy and I had spent the last week and a half together, every single day. It was like a breath of fresh air, leaving work and going straight to her house. She’d spent the night at my place last night because of the new floors being installed at her house, but basically our days consisted of us working and then her grabbing us food and warming it up in the microwave and then forgetting about it because we’d be too busy christening every single part of her house.
I’d never had so much sex in my life, and I’m a dude, so that’s fucking saying something.
It was just so different with her. It was unbelievable. Mind-blowing. The way her body slid above mine, moving to her own rhythm, throwing her brown locks back and letting out a moan – I could get off just by the sight of her.
I would never get sick of her pussy. I would never get sick of her perky, small breasts. I could never get sick of hearing her moan my name or the way her mouth parted just slightly from pleasure.
In fact, just thinking of the way she rode me last night had my dick springing to attention, even sitting at a table with my brother and the few guys who had just sauntered in.
This game was going to need to go fast as fuck because spending the day without Ivy was miserable, and turning that into the night, too, was brutal.
I was addicted.
Emmett nudged my bicep. “What?” I asked, carrying my attention back to his.
He let out a loud laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. “I asked if you told Mom yet.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not yet,”
He shook his head, smiling. “She’s going to be so fucking happy that you dumped Breanna.”
I laughed. My mom despised Breanna. I had no idea why because they’d only met once. I don't see my mom much, as she lives in the city and rarely comes into her old hometown anymore since the divorce, but the last and only time I’d brought Breanna with me to see her, my mom had had a hard time keeping her face even and not acting appalled.
“Yeah, she is.”
My phone dinged and I reached to grab it, but Emmett grabbed it first.
His face turned red and he laughed out loud as his eyes scanned whatever was on the front. I snatched it out of his hand quickly, seeing what he’d read.
Ivy- Becca is up on the stage, singing some country song with one of her co-workers and I’m sitting in the booth, alone, thinking about you and your dick. Why am I so horny all the time? Did you feed me some type of freaking horny love potion? I’m even finding things that aren’t even remotely sexual… arousing.
I bit my lip, and took my right arm and drove it into my brother’s stomach. He lurched forward, resting against the edge of the table. I looked down at him, smiling. “Don’t fucking read my texts.”
He chuckled through a groan. I went back to my message, ignoring him and the laughs from the other guys. One of them asked what was on my phone, but Emmett chose not to answer. Lucky for him.
I texted Ivy back.
Like what…?
Her message popped up quickly.
For example, I’m eating my fries… dipping them in ketchup…. Very, very slowly and the only thing I can think of is YOU ENTERING ME VERY, VERY SLOWLY. What is happening to me?!
I laugh out loud and quickly texted back.
My dick is magic. Don’t worry, I’ll leave here ASAP and pick you up and then we can play out this French fry and ketchup fantasy that you’re having…
My dick literally grew hard.
I needed to get the fuck done with this game and pick my girl up.
It’s what I’d wanted to do in the first place but I thought I should still act like I had some balls and hang out with the guys… even if it was the very last thing I wanted to do.
All I really wanted was Ivy.