“Ivy posted that she was looking for work. I came by to talk to her about a job. There’s some pizza if you’re hungry.’
His brother might be taller, but Gabe weight trained three days a week and had muscle on him.
“Not hungry,” Gabe said.
“Okay. We should go for beers this weekend.” Cole slapped the doorframe.
“Sure,” Gabe said.
“Ivy, good catching up with you,” Cole said. He waved and strode down the hall, whistling as if he didn’t have a care in the world and Cole Arthur didn’t.
“Tell me. What was he doing here?”
“Exactly what he said,” Ivy murmured.
“You know I would rather not see him.” Gabe held the door for her.
“I didn’t know when you were coming home.”
“I’m supposed to tell you now?”
Ivy flinched at his raised voice. He put a hand on her shoulder.
“Look, seeing him always makes me tense up. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks for leaving me dinner.”
“It’s no big deal,” Ivy said.
He cursed. So much for coming home with ideas for making it work. His brother had screwed it up. No, his angry reaction to his brother screwed it up.
“Damn it.” Gabe grabbed Ivy’s wrist and pulled her close to his chest. He planted his mouth on hers, his tongue plunging into her. Yes, he needed her taste. After seeing Cole, she wasn’t his target. She was his balm, just like she used to be.
Her hands roamed around his back. Her mewling noises made his cock hard. He stalked her to the edge of the kitchen table. Hooking his leg between hers, he lifted her onto the table as she squealed.
“It’s a very big deal to see you with that asshole,” Gabe said. He quickly threw her shirt over her head, revealing a dark red lacy bra. God, her beautiful breasts. He pinched and twisted while kissing her, taking off her bra. Dominating her mouth, biting and nipping her lips. Her legs came around his, and he nudged them down with his waist.
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Ivy said.
“I don’t want to talk right now.” Gabe’s hands went to her skirt. He shoved it down, rolling down her leggings, ripping off her panties. “I want to fuck you hard and fast. I hope your cunt is wet and ready.”
Ivy grabbed his arms, pulling him towards her. She kissed him hungrily.
Talking was the problem. He wanted to fuck her senseless and see if he could drive out the anger he had for her.
He fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to get his jeans off. Ivy lifted from the table, her hands at his waistband, and he didn’t stop her.
His cock throbbed in her hand as she stroked him; he groaned.
Her tongue poked out, a sly smile of triumph on her face
Nope, can’t have that.
He removed her hand from his cock, directing her down, so she laid flat on her back on the table.
“Spread your legs wide, you greedy little sub.”
