Chapter Eight
Ryker
I’m not sure who the hell I am right now. I just fucked a virgin. A young, tight, little virgin. A virgin that happens to be my best friend’s little sister. What kind of fucking asshole does that?
Not only that, but I know for sure I’m not the kind of guy that likes spending time snuggled up in bed.
I haven’t been that guy for any woman… ever.
Hell, I can’t remember the last relationship I was in where I even enjoyed kissing.
Usually, I’m a peck on the lips or maybe the cheek kind of guy, but everything with Ivy is different.
I want my lips on hers. I want to linger. I want to hold her. I want her to feel my presence. I want her to know how much I love her. How much I’ve always loved her, even if I wasn’t supposed to.
I help Ivy with the sweatshirt and tug on my jeans before kissing the top of her forehead. “I’ll figure this out. You cuddle up in bed. I’ll be back in a second.”
“He’s going to know I’m here. I can’t lie. He’ll figure it out, and he’ll suspect… whatever this is.”
“I’m going to get rid of him and then I’m going to come back and snuggle you in this bed all night long, no explanation needed.”
“He wouldn’t have driven all the way out here if he didn’t have a reason. Not this late on a weeknight.”
I plant another kiss on her head as she stares up at me with those wide blue eyes that have me wanting to know what she feels like bent over the edge of the couch.
“What do you think we should tell him?” she says, looking up at me with concern.
I think over the options and none of them sound great.
I mean, I’m not going to confess to fucking his baby sister right now, and I’m not sure I’ve got the brain power for any good lies…
not after said fucking. “At least let me get him started. I’ll come up with something, and while I’m out there, grab some sweats from the bottom drawer. ”
She glances down at her bare legs then up at me with a smirk. “I can’t put those sopping panties on.”
“Those are mine now,” I groan, tugging her into my orbit and pressing her soft curves against my frame as a heavy bang hits the front door.
I don’t want to answer it. I want to stay wrapped up in this woman and let the world burn down around us, but apparently, that’s not what the world has planned.
Groaning a bit, I pull away from her warmth and head down the hall, past the cake I never slid in the oven and toward the front door where my best buddy stands with his jacket zipped to his neck.
“That took forever,” he grunts and steps into the house, unzipping the top half of his coat as he knocks his boots against the doorway. “You jerking off in the shower or something?”
My mind flickers back to ten minutes ago when I was balls deep in his baby sister. “Something like that. What are you doin’ here?”
“I got a call from some dating website saying Ivy didn’t show up. Apparently, I’m her emergency contact.”
My blood boils with rage again at the thought of someone else touching my Ivy.
“What did they say?”
Benny laughs and hangs his coat by the door. “That she didn’t show. It was a wellness check from the site or something.” He shrugs. “They didn’t give much information.”
I don’t flinch. Instead, I stand arms crossed in the entryway, my brain stuck on the replay of what the asshole, scumbag, virgin hunter thought he was getting tonight.
My pretty, little girl, her virgin legs spread, his filthy fucking cock ready to take advantage of her for a measly fifty grand. It’s sick. Really fucking sick.
“So, what are you doing here?”
He steps around me and toward the fridge, pulling out a beer. “I have a tracker on Ivy’s phone. Says she’s here.”
“You have a tracker on my phone?” Ivy steps out from the hallway, my long sweatshirt swallowing her up again. “Since when do you track me?”
“Since I got you that new phone for Christmas.” He leans into her for a hug, and I wonder if he can smell me all over her. “You didn’t think I was just buying you a fourteen-hundred-dollar phone out of the kindness of my heart, did you?”
She rolls her eyes and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge before tucking the cake into the preheated oven, her round ass on display as she moves. “Good to know, Benny. And here I thought you were the cool one.”
“I am cool. It was super cool of me to drive all the way here to check on my little sister considering no one was answering their phones.” He glances between the two of us with a downturned expression. “What’s up with that?”
I look toward Ivy quickly before returning my eyes to Benny, prepping my first lie of the night… or maybe the second. I’m already losing track and this just started. “Ivy was helping me with some barrels down at the distillery and I figured I’d cook her dinner as a thank you.”
Benny glances down at the mess of dinner plates and then toward Ivy. “That why you didn’t go out on your date?”
“The guy wasn’t for me. I tried to cancel through the app, but I guess it didn’t go through in time. Sorry you drove all the way out here.” She sits on the edge of the couch then stands again awkwardly, like she’s uncomfortable. “It’s good to see you, though.”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to drive down anyway. It’s convenient to see you two together.”
You have no idea how together we were. My cock is throbbing to thoughts of her mouth dropped open, all her beautiful sounds spilling out as she came on my dick.
Jesus.
“You wearing Ryker’s sweatshirt?” Benny says, his voice rising an octave as his head tilts to the side.
Fuck! The lawyer in him is putting together clues!
“She spilled pasta sauce on her dress. It’s in the wash.”
He glances toward the laundry room, where the door is wide open. “The washer isn’t on.”
“Spin cycle just finished.”
“Actually,” Ivy stands and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, “it finished washing a while ago, but Ryker’s sweater is cozy. Why the hundred questions? You on edge about something?”
Damn, that was some quality lying. I’m not sure if I should be worried about how easy that was for her.
“Sorry.” Benny shakes his head. “I have this client whose husband cheated on her with her sister, and he’s looking at me like I can save him.
” His eyes widen. “News flash, buddy. No one can save you. You did that shit to yourself. I mean, cheating is already bad, but sleeping with someone’s sister… what a piece of shit!”
My stomach sinks before twisting into a firm knot. Apparently, the universe likes jokes.
“Anyway,” Benny says, leaning back onto the couch with his beer, “my brain’s been trying to save this jerk from his own doing all day. I’m exhausted. Think I’ll crash here tonight if it’s alright with you.”
No, it’s not okay. It’s not okay at all. I need to go back to holding my girl. I need her on me, next to me, cuddled into me. That was the plan.
“You should totally stay.” Ivy fakes a yawn and stretches dramatically. “Right, Ryker?”
“Right.” I force my kindest response, trying not to eye fuck Ivy as her thighs peek out from beneath my sweatshirt. She didn’t listen when I asked her to put on sweats. I’m pretty sure that’s another punishment right there.
“Thanks, man.” Benny barely looks up as he talks. He’s already dialed into some fishing show on the sports network. The guy looks totally burned. If he wasn’t cock blocking me, I might feel bad for him.
“Well,” Ivy fakes another yawn-stretch combo, “I’m pretty beat. Today’s been a long day. I think I’m going to let you guys do your thing.”
I glance toward her, my eyes begging her to stay, but she only bites back a smile and heads toward the guest room.
“See you in the morning, sis,” Benny murmurs, though he doesn’t look away from the TV. “Let’s catch up tomorrow when I’m not a zombie.”
“You got it.” She’s talking to Benny, but she gives me this cute, flirty little stare as she turns away and heads back down the hallway.
I feel the pull, the desperation to hold her again, the urge to kiss her lips and say good night, to love on her, to give her what she needs, what I want, but I don’t know how to make that happen with Benny twenty feet away.
Fuck.
I can’t sleep without her tonight. It can’t happen.
“I’ll be back, man. I forgot to tell Ivy where the extra blankets are.”
Benny barely looks up as I head down the hall and into the guest room, closing the door behind me.
“What are you doing?” Ivy whispers low. “He’s right there.”
“I needed to kiss you goodnight.” I lean into her lips, grip her thick hips, my tongue twisting with hers, the weight of everything in the world lifted as our bodies touch.
She sighs softly. “Maybe I should go home. He’s already acting weird.”
“No.” I press my forehead against hers. “You’re safe here.”
“Am I? I have this urge to climb on top of you again. I want to bounce on your cock, Ryker. One taste and all I want is more. I don’t know if I can contain it.”
Jesus Christ. My cock pulses against my zipper as I stare at her. “Go get in my bed.”
“What?” Her brows angle inward.
“Go get in my bed. I want to hold you tonight.”
“But what about Benny?”
“I’ll lock your door and mine. No one has to know.” I’m sure this is the dumbest idea ever, but when you want something bad enough, every idea starts to sound like the answer.
She stares at me a moment longer, her thighs squeezing together as though she’s trying to contain her urges. “Okay. When are you coming?”
“Give me five minutes.” I kiss her lips, lingering for an extra moment. “Be naked when I get there. I want that soft body pressed against me all night.”
She smiles then dips her head low. “We’re making a mistake, aren’t we?”
“I’m not mistaken about anything, trouble. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours?”
I grip her waist and pull her closer. “Mine.”