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.”
Chapter Nine
