11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
B rody
The shower stall clouds up with steam from the scalding spray. I hiss as it pours down my neck and back. Hands braced on the wall, I accept the discomfort and focus on it. I internalize it. Anything to replace the thoughts running through my head. Thoughts that make me stiff as a board left out in the snow.
Believing I’ve gotten myself under control, I lather my hands with soap and wash off. Naturally, my path leads me down to the length jutting from my pelvis. Only washing. Only washing . But the moment my fingers graze it, a groan falls from my mouth. With a feverish intake of breath, I palm my cock and stroke it. Slowly. The soap suds make my grip softer. Like her hands would be if I let it get that far.
I have to accept the fact. I may be able to cleanse my body, but my thoughts will always remain dirty. Filled with all the wicked ways I want to take Ivy.
I’d lost control out there, backing her up against the wall. She was nervous but something else shone in her eyes. Need. Dark and pure. She wanted me. So I gave her what I could, fitting my fingers in her tight, clenching pussy. The delicious minx fell for it immediately. Her channel slicked up, allowing me easy access. She’d ground against me, her legs trembling, egging me on to bring her to a nice climax.
For such a hard-headed woman, she made the softest and most beautiful noises in the throes of pleasure. Her body sang to me and I strummed that guitar until we harmonized into something sensual and arousing.
My hard-on rages. Veins wrapped around solid, throbbing flesh. The shower’s spray is unable to disguise the precum drooling from the tip. It aches to be tucked into her warm heat. I doubt I’d ever forget how she felt clamped around my digits. Imagining that firm squeeze around my cock sends my head spinning. I wouldn’t be able to pull out until I’d drenched her depths with my cum. Knowing Ivy, she’d take it with a cry and a plea for more.
I groan and apply pressure to the head. It took all my control to hold back from pressing into her right there. Hooking her knee around my hip to keep her exposed. Fucking into her until she begged me to stop. Teaching her who’s boss.
Bet she learned not to tease me again even with the preview of what awaited her if she kept running her mouth.
But it wasn’t only a learning experience for her. I’ve learned something myself.
Ivy Ross would be the death of me.
My cock throbs in my hand as I stroke up and down. Faster and faster. Pleasure twists in my belly and spreads outward, pebbling my skin and tensing my limbs.
With my free hand on the tile wall, I hunch over and stroke harder. I picture Ivy’s face, her pouty lips, her piercing eyes. I picture her how she was—spread open and willing. Pussy dripping all over my fingers. Moaning so sweetly.
It was a dangerous position. Iris could have turned up any second and seen me wrist deep in her sister. But the danger added to the excitement and Ivy was all for it.
I squeeze the sensitive cockhead and spread precum around it. I imagine thrusting into her parted lips and stuffing her mouth full of cock. I don’t know how I know but I’m certain she’ll be great at sucking cock. That mouth must be an expert at something else other than causing trouble.
A buzz rushes through me. I gasp, tugging harder.
I doubt fingering Ivy would be the last time I touch her. She’s gotten under my skin. The only way to get her out is to get into her. I must cram my cock in her pussy and slam into her hungry hole until she squeals for me.
My back tenses as my pleasure heightens. She’s a screamer, for sure. She already showed me what she’s made of today, making those sweet sounds. I wonder how loud she would get when I’m driving into her over and over. No worries about who might hear us.
I stroke faster, harsh puffs pumping from my lips. I’m so close. I shut my eyes tightly, imagining she’s the one pushing me over the edge of pleasure. Thick ropes of cum spurt from the tip, flying all over and spilling on the wall and floor.
I drag in a deep breath as shivers rush through me. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. I rub out the last drops of cum but my cock still remains semi-firm. I doubt it will go down. Not until it’s found the end of Ivy’s core.
I finish showering and change into clean clothes. Then I head out to make dinner for our guests. Neither Iris nor Ivy are out here. I know for certain why the latter is not.
She’s probably still reeling from what we did or plotting her revenge against me. Either option brings me immense satisfaction.
Whistling a military cadence, I get started in the kitchen. The dinner meal I chose is one my mom made a lot when I was growing up. It’s the only thing I’m a hundred percent great at making without messing up.
I open the refrigerator and start to set out the ingredients. That’s when Iris waltzes in.
“Is it normal to ache this much after skiing?” She stretches left and right, and winces as she does. “I can almost feel my bones knocking against each other.”
“You had a lot of falls so it’s not surprising.” I slide a bowl of tomatoes onto the counter. “In a couple of days, the pain will be gone and you’ll still retain your skill at skiing.”
“I’m skilled at it?” Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“No. You were terrible out there, but at least now you know how bad you are and you can work on it. You could say knowing your limits is a skill.”
“Those are the kindest words anyone has ever said to me.”
I snort a laugh.
“What are you doing?” She plops onto a stool next to the counter.
“Making dinner.”
“Since when do you make dinner?” She grabs a cherry tomato from the bowl and pops it in her mouth.
“Since forever. I’m the son of a single mom. I had to grow up fast and help around the house. Sometimes she had to pick up extra shifts at work or come home late or was just plain tired. Hence, I learned to make dinner.”
“Huh.” She chews thoughtfully. “You have a mom.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s what you took from my speech?”
“You’re so serious, if someone said you were hatched from an egg I’d believe it.”
A disbelieving snort left me. “Is that how you see me? Or did your sister give you that idea?”
“You may be obsessed with Ivy, but not all of us are.” She slips another tomato into her mouth. “I can form independent thoughts outside of her.”
I rescue my tomatoes from her poaching fingers, hoping my face is not as red as they are. “I’m hardly obsessed with her. Just constantly annoyed by her. Here’s a thought: maybe she’s the one obsessed with me.”
“Two truths can coexist.” She shrugs.
“You Ross sisters are the most troublesome pair I’ve ever come across.”
A smug smile covers her face. “You’re doling out the compliments in droves today, aren’t you?”
Ivy has less than stellar opinions about me. No surprise there. I’d like to believe Iris is on my side and I want to keep her there. At least so she tempers her sister’s fiery fury toward me.
“Believe it or not, I’m a regular person. I’m not a bad guy.” I grab two packs of penne pasta and toss them on the counter.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to finish that,” she says.
“We are having guests.”
“We are?” She sits up, already bubbling with excitement. “Who’s coming?”
“My friends, Nick and Zane. I think Sera will tag along too. It’s only partly a social call. We have to discuss the investigations related to your case.”
“Oh.” Her jolly expression evaporates. Probably because the reality of her situation comes back. This is not a vacation with a grouchy host in an idyllic location. This is real life and she’s in real danger.
Even so, there’s no reason why she can’t have a fun evening.
“We won’t be talking about it right away. It will be relaxed and easy. The guys are cool. Well, Nick is. He has enough coolness for all of us. And you know Sera, she’s as friendly as they come. And Zane… You’ll understand him when you’ve spent some time around him.”
I’m rambling. Why I feel the need to say what she needs to hear to preserve her delicate emotions is beyond me. Maybe I’ve started to see her and her stubborn sister as more than just a job. But that can’t be. I’m best at being aloof. Locking my emotions behind a tough exterior is what kept me from breaking down when I lost my friends and brothers during my service in the military.
I can’t let my guard down around these two. One is mouthy and stubborn and stuck in my head. I made sure of that when I tasted her kiss and took it a step further to feel her heat on my fingers. The other sister is making me feel like the big brother I never got to be since I grew up an only child.
Iris’s eyes meet mine. Unlike Ivy’s dark green gaze that sucks you in, Iris’s eyes are bright, open, and curious. I guess I didn’t stop speaking as quickly as I’d thought. She looks like she believes me. Like she trusts me.
“Really?” she says.
The hope in her gaze breaks me a little. I can keep the part of myself that truly cares open for a few more seconds.
“Promise. The guys are better company than I am too.” I set a pot on the fire and fill it with water. “Nick is fun and playful. Zane has a wicked wit. And you can’t get bored with Sera around. You know that.”
A smile spreads on her face. “You’re right. It sounds like fun to have them over. I’ll go get ready.” She stops and turns around. “Don’t sell yourself short, Brody. You being serious and responsible makes me feel safe. And it’s fun to mess with you sometimes, too.”
My chest tightens. “Thank you. Now I’ll know it’s intentional when you do.”
Her shoulders tremble with a quiet laugh. Then she turns around and is gone from my sight.
However, her words stay with me and work their way into my carefully protected heart.