I smile against the shell of her ear. “So pretty when you beg–”
Knock, knock, knock.
We both freeze. We don’t move a fucking muscle. She pants softly, still wiggling. I grip her shorts harder, and drop my head into the crook of her neck.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Noooo,” she whines.
I take a deep breath of her sweet addictive scent, trying to calm myself. A rumble of pure fucking irritation rips from my throat, and I think about just ignoring whoever the hell is at my door ruining my morning. But deep down, through my lust fogged brain, I know I can’t.
Her shoulders start to shake, and when I lift my head to look at her face, I see that she’s laughing. Scowl firmly in place, I try to stay annoyed, but her smile is contagious. I drop my forehead to hers and huff a laugh.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I rasp.
She tilts her head up and gives me a soft kiss, just as the knocking sounds again.
“I have to get it,” I tell her, and she nods.
“I know. Go,” she whispers.
Just in case it’s something about Lilah I need to answer the door. I lift my shorts back up, and gingerly lift myself off of Ivy. She takes all of me in, her gaze lingering on my very evident erection tenting my shorts.
“This couch is cursed,” she says through a laugh, shaking her head, and sitting up.
“Next time, my room. No couch kissing allowed,” I say, clenching my jaw
She gives me a broad smile as I tuck my dick into the waistband of my shorts. When I stride over to the front door, I look over my shoulder and see Ivy walking down the hall to her bedroom. She calls out to me, telling me she’s going to get dressed, and I rip the door open that just began knocking again.
Before I can even greet my sister, or tell her to go away, she’s pushing past me.
“Come on in,” I say dryly.
“You were supposed to call me when you found Ivy!” she shouts, pointing her finger in my face.
I lift my hand, and lower the finger back down to her side.
“Yeah, sorry. Got a little sidetracked,” I tell her.
“I had to hear it from Mom. Not cool, dude.”
“Well, you know now,” I say as I run my hand through my hair.
“Where is she?”
“In her room getting dressed,” I answer.
Sophie’s eyes peruse the house, until they stop on our plates and coffee cups next to each other on the coffee table. Then I see them shift to the large blanket scrunched up on the couch. She looks over at me and smirks.
“Good morning for you?” she asks, clearly amused.
“Well it was about to be, until you knocked,” I tell her honestly, giving her an annoyed look.
She winces. “Oh, my bad.”
Sophie starts down the hallway toward Ivy’s room.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
