Chapter 40
IVY
I didn’t know what to expect for a Montclair dinner gathering, but that wasn’t it.
“Ivy, stop,” Luca calls out as my heels click faster against the pavement.
His hand grips my elbow as I swing around to face him. “Why did you fight with Micah? And I want the truth. Please. For once.” Will someone tell me the truth?
Luca releases my arm as he says, “He left the pictures.”
“What?” I gasp. That was not what I wanted or expected to hear. Micah is supposed to be the nice twin. “Why would he do that?”
“He’s fucking with your mind.”
“It worked.” Too well.
Luca motions towards his house. “That was a shit show, and you didn’t touch your food. Let’s go get something to eat.”
“Agreed, but I just want to go home.” Surprisingly, he doesn’t argue and I continue walking home. I’m almost there when my phone dings.
“You cannot be serious right now?” I mutter, reading the message.
Sin if you dare. Each team must drive together to the fairgrounds and park in front of the entrance gates within the next thirty minutes—Or beg for Mercy.
I stand, my hand on my hip, waiting for the inevitable and he shows up, his car pulling up to the side of me.
“They have the worst timing ever,” I grumble.
“Would there really be a good time for it?”
“No. But this is not even remotely what I want to do right now.”
He doesn’t sound thrilled either but has a good point. “Better than another dinner at my place.”
“True.” What fuckery do they have planned now? “I should get some different shoes in case we have to climb or run.”
“Just take them off if you need to. We don’t have time to stop.”
“Great idea. In case I haven’t mentioned it lately, this is stupid and inconvenient.” It’s not like I had anything to do. But I’d really like to sleep someday even if it is a short burst. Or at least be in my own bedroom and not trampling around a deserted amusement park.
He remains quiet but I can’t. “Are you sure it was Micah?”
His vision stays forward as I utter his name, and he finally says, “Why because he was supposed to be the nice twin?”
Yeah. And I don’t like that the evil one knows what I’m thinking more than not.
“I know he’s malicious. He shares your DNA.
Plus, Brooke said Micah fights regularly at the Tomb for fun.
No one would enjoy that brutality unless they have some darkness in them.
” Both guys seem to enjoy chaos and cruelty.
He doesn’t say anything else.
“Great talk,” I state and as we pull into the parking lot. “Who the hell comes up with this stuff? Sin if you dare. Sounds like a madman’s ranting. Can’t wait to be part of their society. Yippee.”
The Decider isn’t anywhere to be found as Luca comes to a stop in front of the iron gates. The other two teams are parked already, and Micah drives up right at the deadline as our phones ding.
Sin keeps us its servant. When we share the burden, we all benefit from the reward. Each person has to reach climax before you leave. Don’t step out of the vehicle. Don’t drive anywhere until both have achieved an orgasm.
“This is a joke, right?” I ask, holding up my phone. “The old bastards want some kind of freak show to jerk off to.”
“It’s a mind fuck, like everything else is. They know they pull the strings and we’re the puppets.”
“This is beyond screwed up.”
We sit there for a few minutes until I see Matthew’s car rocking slightly. “Well, we know what they decided to go with.”
Luca glances over but doesn’t speak, the muscle in his jawline tightens as his knuckles stay on the steering wheel.
When Matthew and Hannah drive off, I point to Luca’s crotch like it’s not weird as fuck to be in this situation. “Go ahead and get busy with your assignment.”
He turns to me before he says, “No, Ivy. Ladies first. Always.”
God, I want to deck him because I know for a fact, his confidence is warranted in this situation. That infuriating mouth has to be good for something other than nonsense and despair. “And I’m sure there are plenty.”
He finally relaxes a little as he releases the steering wheel and reclines back. “Jealous?”
“No,” I say too quickly earning a snicker from him.
“Hate to ruin the jealousy but there hasn’t been anyone since I laid eyes on you.”
Why the actual fuck did he just tell me that? “Don’t say stuff like that.” I shift in the seat, turning toward the passenger door. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to be here with you of all people. This is just a meaningless game.”
“Sure.” One word and his sarcasm is on overload. It’s his way of telling me I’m lying. Am I? I can’t even figure it out myself. But he’s in my head. And I don’t understand it.
“How’d you do it?” I turn back to him. “At the party, how could you tell it was me? Or was that just a lucky guess?”
His lips curve into a smile as he tells me, “You know it wasn’t a guess.”
“So, you cheated.”
There’s tension in his jaw as he asks, “Why can’t you accept that I get you? And that he doesn’t.”
I cross my arms over my chest and turn my face away from him. “It doesn’t matter. He’s still my best friend. We’ve been a part of each other’s life forever. And you can’t change that.”
“He wants more than you’ll ever feel for him. You’re never going to give him what he wishes for every night.”
“Sure.” I’m annoyed that I can hear the amusement in his tone as I try to keep turned away from him. He doesn’t let up. I feel the car shift and realize it was him moving closer.
“When you’re lying in bed touching yourself at night, who’s in your head? It’s never been him, has it? Because he doesn’t do it for you.” His fingers thread in my hair. “Who do you imagine when you’re all alone and not hiding from yourself?”
“Not you.” Because that’s what he’s asking.
His tongue darts out, trailing down my neck. “Right here. There’s a slight twitch when you lie.” He continues lower. “And here. No matter what you do, you can’t control it. So, I know you’re lying.”
“I hate to burst your cum-bubble, but you’re wrong.” He’s not. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Then you’ve thought of us, what it’d be like.” His palm drops to my thigh, slowly gliding under my dress as his other hand guides me to meet his eyes. “The sooner we do this, the sooner you can be rid of me. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t rather my help.”
Fuck. There’s no point in lying. I’m ready to be out of here and the further up my dress his touch moves, the more I want to feel it everywhere else. I concede, already regretting it. “It changes nothing. It’s for Mercy, nothing more.”
The way his sexy laugh vibrates over my skin tells me I’m going to regret even more than I thought.
I expect him to rush to get it done, but his hand slowly slips under my dress.
His finger hooks on the side of my panties before he pulls them down as I shift in the seat.
Once they’re around my ankles, I kick them off and take off my heels.
I thought climbing a Ferris wheel in the shoes would be impossible. This seems more challenging.
He’s liking watching me as his palm leisurely returns to my thigh, trailing under my dress as he inches closer. Leaning into me, his grip tightens in my hair as his hand strokes over me.
His mouth on mine as he utters, “You’re so fucking wet, Ivy. Tell me you don’t want this. Lie to me again.”
“Just shut up before I change my mind.” And I hope he does because I don’t want to back out of this arrangement as his finger slides inside me then deliberately pulls out and rolls over my clit. My mouth instinctively parts, letting out a moan as his lips move to mine.
His kiss starts soft and slow but becomes impatient before his mouth drops to my neck. “Relax. You’re in your head. You’re allowed to enjoy it. Don’t think about anything else.”
“Oh, like what? Maybe that the guy who bullies me is currently fingering me in his car in a parking lot for a stupid game at the request of some faceless morons. No reason to be tense.”
“It’s just us in here. No game. No one else.” He trails gentle kisses over my neck before pulling back to look at me. “I won’t expose you to anyone.” Just when I think he’s being sweet he adds, “You’re mine.”
“Yeah. Totally not, but that doesn’t change our current predicament or audience.”
“Come here.” Luca guides me over the console to straddle him. “You’re covered better this way. And I can’t say I mind the view.”
His finger slowly brushes over the swell of my breast.
“Nice move. But it’s not like they can’t see us through the windshield.”
“They know what’s going on in every single vehicle and probably wouldn’t even know if we didn’t. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the assignment.” He leans forward enough to drag his tongue over my collarbone. His hand moves between us, his finger sliding inside me. “Just concentrate on me.”
“Oh yeah, so helpful.” My hips rock as I ride his hand. I grip the material of his T-shirt and hold on for dear life.
“Your pussy thinks so.” He covers my mouth with his.
“Just been a while. Doubt the other party would make a difference.” I know it’s not a time frame thing. It’s him. And that alone peeves me.
His other hand grips the back of my neck, keeping me to him. “You’re never going to want anyone else to touch you. They’ll never make you feel like I do.”
“Stop talking.”
But he won’t let me off that easy as he whispers in my ear, “The things I’d do to you. My tongue would know what every inch of your body tastes like.”
“Shush. Quiet time,” I grit out.
“As soon as you come on my hand. Or I can give you what you really want and stick my dick in your pretty pussy.”
“In your dreams.” I imagine the exact scenario as I fall over the edge.
I’m a little lost but could swear he mutters something that sounds like, “Every fucking night.”
He doesn’t stop pumping his hand inside me as I ride out the orgasm.
Oh my God. What the actual fuck is the man’s hand made of? Because it feels like magic.
His fingers are slowly moving inside me as I attempt to recover. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me as he leisurely lifts his finger to his mouth and tastes me.
Fuck. I want more of him. But I don’t dare.
We’ve already crossed the line into unexpected territory.
It’s risky enough even though I can use the excuse of Mercy.
If I give him more of myself, I fear he’d turn it into some way to hurt me worse than he already has.
There’s no doubt I’d enjoy it. But after the pleasure, he’d bring pain in some form of torment—it’s what he does best.
I reach down, unfastening his jeans. “Just returning the favor. Don’t get too excited.”
“Too late. You make me so fucking hard.” He shifts as I free him from his boxer briefs, and when I grip his cock, I both love and hate that his size is impressive. As I stroke up and down his length, his fingers dig into my side as he stays silent, his muscles tense.
He cups my breast, squeezing tightly before nipping at my lip. Biting me slightly, he moves down to my neck as his teeth drag across my skin.
“What happened to all that commentary?” I tease.
His mouth harshly crashes to mine. “Keep on and I’m going to fuck you until the only thing that mouth is doing is begging for more.”
You could try. I don’t speak it aloud, because I believe he would. And I’m not sure I’d resist.
When he pulls down the neckline of my dress, exposing my breast, I let him, savoring the sensation as his tongue licks across my nipple before he takes it in his mouth.
I tell myself I might as well enjoy the encounter.
But the truth is, I am so much that I want more.
All I can think about is what his mouth would feel like between my thighs.
What it’d feel like if I rotated forward and guided him inside me.
I want to feel him. And it’d be so easy to do.
But I won’t. The aftermath would be disastrous.
He’d make sure of it. And clearly, he already owns enough of me because I feel like I’m about to explode again.
I relish in the fact I’m bringing him to the peak of pleasure as his body goes rigid, his fist clutching my hair as he spills into my hand while I stroke him.
A moment later, I rub my finger on the tip of my tongue. “Only fair for me to get a taste too.”
The lust that flashes on his face thrills me. He kisses me again as he mutters, “We taste like perfection together.” I feel the same deep ache I hear in his tone when he says, “Once isn’t enough.”
The statement snaps me out of my lusty fog. I pull back from him and fix the top of my dress. “Yes, it was. This was for Mercy, remember?”
His mouth harshly captures mine, kissing me like it’ll be the last time before he says, “Fucking lies. That’s all we are.”
I take the moment to climb back into the passenger seat. “The perverted-old-man dare is done. We can go now.”
He doesn’t move for a solid two minutes before he adjusts his jeans.
Once we’re on the road and headed home, I think he’s going to stick with the silent treatment, but he doesn’t. “If your father hits you again, or anyone for that matter, tell me.”
“Yes sir,” I reply with no intention to follow through. I don’t need my own personal barbarian on the rampage for something I can handle.
“If you don’t, it’ll be worse for them when I find out.”
I try to sound stern, but I’m exhausted. “I don’t need you to fight my battles. We’re not a team outside of Mercy.”
His knuckles clench the steering wheel as he drives the remainder of the way. But he doesn’t say another word before he pulls into my driveway, and I step out of his car. Even when he drives away, I know there’s no going back. Things are different now.