Chapter 6
Ivy
Every day after working out, Crystal, Uno, and I went back to his place and fucked. It had become our routine, an addiction we couldn’t seem to break. But every time, Uno brought up Dos.
"You need to tell him, Ivy," Uno said, his voice firm. "Or I will."
I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"If he was okay with sharing you with me before, what would change now?”
Uno leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his jaw tight.
"You know what’s changed. I’m engaged to him. He’s different now—more protective, especially when it comes to me." I hesitated, looking away. "That’s why I can’t tell him. He wouldn’t understand."
Uno pushed off the counter, stepping closer. "There could never be an ‘us’ until Dos joins us. Do I care about you? Yes. But I’m with Crystal. And had she not agreed to invite you in, you wouldn’t be here."
His words hit me harder than I expected, but before I could respond, he turned away, stripping off his clothes and heading toward the bathroom. I followed, my body already anticipating the heat of the water, the heat of him.
But today was different.
Instead of welcoming me into their embrace, Uno stopped me at the door. "Not today, Ivy. You can watch."
My breath caught as I stepped back, watching through the glass shower enclosure. Uno pressed Crystal against the cool tiles, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her onto him. She moaned as the water sprinkled over their bodies, his thickness stretching her open. They looked perfect the way their bodies danced together. Her flawless skin and his masculine body had me touching myself. I clenched my thighs together, biting my lip as jealousy and arousal warred inside me. I wanted to be in there. I wanted to feel him. But instead, I watched, my body aching, my mind racing.
This wasn’t just about sex anymore. This was about choices. And I had one to make.
I left Uno’s apartment early, my heart aching from his rejection. The entire drive home, silent tears ran down my face, blurring the road ahead of me. I had no right to be hurt, but I was.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, I wiped my face and took a deep breath.
Inside, the house was quiet. Dos was just waking up. I could hear the shower running. Needing comfort, needing something to drown out the sting Uno left behind, I walked toward the bathroom. The door was open just enough for me to see him. His muscular, lean body was covered in a thick lather of soap. His head was tilted back, steam rising around him.
Then I noticed his hand. Slow, deliberate strokes wrapped around his erection; his other hand braced against the shower wall. I swallowed, feeling heat rush between my thighs. He must have sensed me, because his eyes opened, locking onto mine through the glass. His strokes slowed but didn’t stop.
"You just gonna watch?" his voice was deep, laced with sleep and lust.
I said nothing. Instead, I pulled my shirt over my head, let my shorts pool around my ankles, and stepped inside.
The hot water kissed my skin, but Dos didn’t move, waiting for me to come to him. I pressed my body against his, tilting my head up to meet his lips. "Fuck me, Dos."
His breath was heavy against my mouth. "You want this dick?"
I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his length, guiding him against my slick heat. "I need it." With a groan, he spun me around, pressing me against the tile. His lips found my neck, his hands gripping my hips. And for the moment, I forgot everything else.
Dos entered me with the force of a madman, and I loved his aggressiveness. His swollen tip pushed through the rejection of his brother and gave me an instant orgasm. My wetness welcomed him in further as he glided into my opening. My pussy ached, and Dos scratched every itch inside me. My soaked body clung to the shower door as he pounded me from behind. My hands were barely able to support myself, I relied on my legs to brace for his steady back shots.
“Damn, Ivy. You miss this dick?”
“Fuck me, baby,” I cried out as the aggressiveness of his long, hard strokes made my inner walls weak. My sticky, sweet juice poured over him as my body shook out of control. Dos didn’t stop. He turned me around, pressing my body against the tile. With one leg in his grip, he entered me, sliding his manhood between my labia, touching my nub before thrusting deep inside. His dick was hitting all the right spots. His mouth sucked on my neck as I whispered in his ear.
“I need you, Dos.”
“Then give it to me,” he grunted, releasing my neck and cupping my wet breasts with one hand. He squeezed and released them like toys, pulling and teasing my nipples between his teeth.
“Damn,” I moaned slowly. He had me right where he wanted me, and the heat inside me erupted over and over again on his stiffness.
“FUCK, Ivy. Gotdamnit,” he belted out as my stickiness finally caught up with him. He pumped three more times before our bodies collided against the shower wall. We kissed hard and long as the hot water drops covered our exhausted bodies.