Page 87 of What About Us

“Why must you torture me so?”

“Because it’s fun.” I smirk. “So yeah, she’s mine. And I want this to be her home as much as it’s mine.”

Ava nods and follows my gaze to Ivy. “I like her a lot. I’m happy for you. I can make the studio work. It’ll be great.”

“Thanks. Just charge it all to my credit card.”

“Oh, I plan to. I’ll also schedule myself a massage on your credit card as payment.”

“How generous of me.”

“Right? Best brother ever.”

“Admit it, it was fun and you’re glad you stayed.”

Ivy helps me close the accordion doors. It’s dark outside now, and all the family has gone, but it was a good day.

“I like your family,” she says. “They’re a good bunch. And now, I’m so freaking tired. Who knew that hosting a party is so exhausting?”

“Have you never done this before?”

Ivy scoffs. “No. Of course not. I mean, I worked in a busy bar, and I guess that feels about the same. And I’d definitely do it again.”

“Good.” I corner her against the countertop in the kitchen, brace my hands on either side of her hips, and lean in to brush my nose up the side of her neck. “It was torture, you know.”

“What was?” Her hands drift up and down my sides, under my shirt, making my cock twitch.

“Being so close to you all day and not able to do this.”

I nibble on the corner of her lips, and then she opens for me, and I frame her face, kissing the hell out of her. She makes those little noises that set me on fucking fire, and I boost her onto the counter and keep kissing her.

Her hands go right for my fly, and I grin against her lips.

“Are you saying that you missed me today too?”

“I mean, we fucked this morning, Xander.”

With a laugh, I pick her up and carry her into the living room, where I set her on her feet and start stripping her out of her clothes.

“That was at least twelve hours ago,” I remind her before I drop her shirt to the floor. “Fuck, I love these freckles.”

“I always hated them,” she admits.

Shaking my head, I work her jeans down her hips and help her step out of them, then drag my fingertips over her skin as I stand tall, and she shivers.

“You’re still dressed,” she whispers.

With one hand, I reach over my head, pull my T-shirt off, and let it fall, and my girl licks her perfect lips.

And I can’t wait anymore.

I turn her around and bend her over the arm of the couch.

“Brace yourself on your hands,” I instruct her as I drag the flat of my hand down her spine to her ass and give it a little slap. “Fuck, you’re pretty bent over for me.”

“Holy shit,” she whispers, and I let my fingers dance through her wet slit, then sink inside her. “Xander.”

“That’s right.” I unzip my jeans, and her ass wiggles in anticipation, making me grin and lean over to kiss her shoulder. “What do you want, baby?”