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 helpingme 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 isalready 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.”
