“Shut up,” she snaps at me before moving out of my grasp. “I was fifteen and madly in love withsomeone my age. Isla is twenty-one and Harvey is nearing retirement. It's not the same.”
“Where are you going?” I groan as she climbs off the bed.
“Work,” she hisses. And I'm not entirely sure why but pissed-off Ingrid is sexy as hell. Always has been. My dick raises to attention as she places her hands on her hips and her full, round breasts bounce on her chest. “Or have you forgotten that I have a summer job?”
“Come back.” I pat the bed. “I'll make you forget all about Isla and Harvey the Hobbling Senior Citizen.”
“I'm not having sex with you while he’s ejaculating in my sister right now.” She stomps her foot in protest.
“Ingrid,” I call after her as she opens her closet and starts ruffling through her clothes. “He's not that old yet.”
Instead of letting her ignore me, I roll out of bed and walk over to her.
“Come on,” I say as I rub her back.
“It's disgusting and inappropriate, Wilder,” she exhales.
“Sex?”
“No.” She twists to face me. “Isla and her professor.”
“To be fair,” I try to reason with her, “Isla's always been morally bankrupt. Did we expect something different from her?”
Maybe morally bankrupt is a little too harsh. Maybe she’s just lost.
“What happens when Archibald and Clementine find out?” Ingrid seethes. “What happens when the whole town finds out? My parents have been through enough. Now, a man our grandfather's age impregnated their daughter?”
“He's practically their age,” I say before I can stop myself.
Ingrid shoots me a death glare.
“I'm sorry,” I apologize as I lick my lips and run my fingers through her hair. “What can I do to help?”
She lets out a defeated sigh. “Can I move in with you? I can't spend the summer listening to whatever that was. I can't spend the summer with a pregnant Isla. I'll die, Wilder.I'll die.”
“I wish you could stay with me,” I click my tongue, “but Cash is still rooming with me.”
“Ugh! Cash ruins everything.”
“I'm sure your parents will take care of this,” I offer.
“You don't know Jason and Jill then,” Ingrid mutters. “They're sweet but completely spineless.”
“I love you,” I say, changing the subject as I graze her nipple with my thumb.
“I know what you're doing Wilder Cox.” Ingrid raises an eyebrow at me.
“What?” I innocently ask.
“I'm not—”
But I cut her off by picking her up and shutting the closet door behind us.
“Wilder!” she whisper-yells.
I push her up against her clothes as my mouth lands on hers. To my surprise, she returns my kiss with the same intensity.
Our tongues twist and our teeth clash as she reaches between us and grabs my dick. I hold in a grunt as she pumps me slowly, her tongue colliding with mine. Then, she arches her back, sinks onto me, and digs her nails into my shoulders.
