by JC Szot
“Let me taste you, please,” he begged. Ivy realized that she was lagging behind, crippled by his touch. Reed still had his pants on. She reached for his waist, quickly unbuttoning his jeans. White boxer briefs glowed through the cloudy darkness. Reed stepped back and removed his jeans, his eyes blazing. His cock turned inward, grazing his tightly packed abdominals. Ivy licked her lips. He was gorgeous. His hidden scent rose into the air, a rich muskiness that was pleasing to her senses.
Reed took her hand and guided it to his cock. Ivy petted the smooth, hot skin, the tip dewy with arousal. His airy words drifted through the weighted silence.
“You want this?” Reed boldly thrust his hips toward her. Ivy’s eyes raked over the shadowed lines of his muscled nakedness. Reed was perfect, good enough to eat. He cupped her cheek. His thumb ran across her lower lip. “I’d like to be in this sensual mouth. Show me how good you can make it for me, Ivy.” His heavy eyes lowered, drugged by what was happening. “Let me show you the beautiful art of giving and receiving. It’s all ours tonight, whatever you want, and nothing you don’t.” Reed opened his arms in welcome. His skin glittered even in the darkness.
God, how can he read me so well?
Ivy fell into his arms. His warm flesh slithered against hers. His cock poked into her belly, reminding her of his pending promise. She stared into his eyes, the darkness leading her out again. They flickered back and forth between hers. Her hands smoothed over his chest, dipping down the seams of his groin. His whispered words of affirmation had her falling to her knees.
“That’s it. Learn my body.” Reed’s breaths came quicker. “It’s all yours.”
Ivy ran her cheek over his lightly haired thigh. She held him in her hand. His cock was hot, throbbing, extending in reply to her touch. Ivy ran the tip of her nose up the underside of his length. Reed’s voice rose, crying out through the tranquil room.
“Ivy, please.” A deep moan spilled from his throat.
Ivy felt the tug of her smile. Reed was feeling good, and it was she who was making that happen. She slowly licked his cock, his flesh tight and pulsating with strength. When she opened her mouth and took him inside, Reed grabbed her head.
“Oh God.” His hips swayed, wanting to fine-tune their rhythm. Something was being unleashed. From the inner depths of her it was pouring out, an unbridling that was long overdue. There was an eagerness to please and convey her affections. Reed’s hands wove through her hair, his moans and heaving gasps giving her all the answers she needed. He smelled earthy. His warmth swarmed around her. Need screamed in her head. She wanted him inside her.
Chapter Fourteen
Her mouth worked him over with an eloquent skill that was better than a wet dream. He was skating on the edge. Reed needed to hold out and wait for her so he could unite them together.
Reed stepped away and prompted Ivy to her feet. He took her mouth, crushing his lips into hers. His restraint was waning. Their bodies flamed together, the heat blistering. Their tongues joined. Any inhibitions he’d assessed in her seemed to be retreating. Did he have her now? They licked, tasted, and devoured one another’s flavor, but there was an intimate flavor he was thirsting for.
Reed sat her down on the edge of the glass-topped coffee table. He knelt before her. He became mesmerized, watching his hands fondle her firm breasts. They filled his palms, her flesh supple, soft as suede. Reed lowered his head, sucking her brown nipple into his mouth. Her skin was decadent, a rich, caramelized color. Her knees widened, pulling him into her lithe body. His heart raced, his body twitching with ideas that’d been bombarding his thoughts.
“Lie back.” Reed traced a finger over her arched brow. Her hair looked windswept around her hollowed face, so sexy she was. Her ebony eyes gleamed, burning right through him. Ivy eased back on the coffee table, her movements hesitant.
“I’d never hurt you. Remember—everything you want, nothing you don’t.” Reed smoothed his hands up her thighs, sliding over the delicate bones of her hips. Her ribs flexed beneath her delicious skin. Her breasts rose in sync with her increasing breaths.
“Reed…” Her voice chirped through the hazy air, quivering. Reed tried to assess her need, wanting everything between them perfectly aligned.
“Do you want me, Ivy?” Reed slowly lifted her legs, anchoring her heels on the edge of the table.
“Yes, God yes.” Her body trembled under the slow and soothing strokes of his hands. Reed’s eyes moved over her beautiful body. Her head turned, her eyes darting across the ceiling.
“Good, good. That’s all I’ve been hoping for,” Reed said softly as he slid his hands down the silken skin of her inner thighs, gently spreading her legs. He touched the fine black hairs of her pussy. Her intimate folds opened for him. Reed touched her hot tissues again. Her slick arousal coated his fingers. Ivy’s hips bucked off the table.
“Oh,” she cried.
“I’ve got you. Relax.” Reed spoke slowly, entranced by the sight of her as Ivy settled back on the glass, her legs spread. Her inner beauty opened to him. Reed nestled in between her thighs. Her distinctive fragrance saturated his senses. He lightly kissed her clitoris. Her hands reached for him. Reed rested them on his head. “You guide me, show what you like.” His words dissipated on a sigh as he slowly began to lick the wet walls of her pussy. She was an erotic cocktail of salty and sweet. He tenderly sucked on her clit, wanting to go slow.
“Oh, Reed,” Ivy whined. Her hips began to move, her body in tune. Reed ran his tongue through her pussy with care. He’d never been so engrossed with his performance before, but Reed needed perfection. Everything from this night forward depended on it.
Ivy had taken up a space inside him. It’d happened quickly. Since the day she’d entered the lobby for her interview, he hadn’t been the same.
Ivy sat up abruptly, her face awash with lust. Reed’s body went stiff with alarm.
“Are you all right?” He held his breath, afraid he’d crossed the line.
Her request had him shaking with glee. “I want you,” she said, purring, her voice smoky. Ivy scrambled to the edge of the coffee table. They rose to their feet. Reed extended his hand in assistance. He was waiting for her, wanting her to set the pace. Her affirmation was music to his ears. Ivy tugged him toward the sofa, circling the piece of furniture. When she bent over the overstuffed cushions, his dick jerked back. The bones of her spine shifted as she lowered her body in offering. Reed so wanted to soak up her expressions as he claimed her, but if Ivy wasn’t ready for that, then he’d wait patiently. He would let her blossom slowly in the darkness without the intensity of a shared gaze.
He held her hips, needing to keep himself in check. Desire raged. He released one hand and gripped his cock. Her moisture heated the crown of his cock, her pussy hot. As he slowly slid inside her, Ivy’s internal flame shot up his dick, flaming around his balls. Reed’s head spun. Feeling her insides surrounding him catapulted him into another realm. He pressed his groin into her, sealing them together in a sheath of ecstasy, a fantasy that exploded into a reality that blinded him. Reed’s eyes blinked in awe.
Reed began to move. Her ass pushed back against him, asking for more, his elation building. He smoothed his hands over her back, feeling his balls fill with fire. Grunts spilled from his mouth, unable to be contained. Ivy’s winded breaths of bliss could be felt under his hands, radiating from her back. His cock was full, ready to blast her insides with a furious need that knew no bounds.
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He burrowed into her, his cock a hot wand that filled her with his magical presence. The soft hairs of his groin tickled her skin, making her shake. Ivy’s fingers curled around the edges of the cushions. Reed’s hand reached in front of her, slowly adding a lovely mix of swirling fingers over her clit. She couldn’t breathe, her head about to pop. Her knees burned with excursion.
They moved together, both eager to meet the finish, the reward delightful.
“I’m losing it, Ivy, it’s all for you,” Reed ca
lled out, his voice gruff.
“Oh God.” Ivy bit down on her lip. She felt him tumble over the edge, showering her insides with a piece of him. Their bodies rocked, grinding in a fretful passion that gripped them. Her orgasm was beautiful, a sensation that took her to another place. Ivy sealed her eyes shut. Vibrant colors rained through the darkness as her body opened, the layers peeled away. How two people could achieve and share such private pleasures had tears burning behind her eyes.
Everything slowed to a crawl. Heated breaths echoed in the sex-scented silence. Ivy felt Reed leave her body. She trembled as the aftershocks lingered.
A set of bright lights soared across the dark room, an engine winding out through the quiet.
“Fuck,” Reed yelled. Ivy went stiff as a statue. She spun around and faced Reed’s startled eyes. “Joel’s home. Come on, get your clothes.” Reed’s words shot from his mouth in a hurried rush. He dragged her with him as they hastily picked up their clothes. “Into the laundry room, quick.”
Chapter Fifteen
It bombarded him, blinding him from all sides like a rolling fog he couldn’t see through. Joel had already smelled her once. The aroma of Ivy’s body was forever imprinted in his memory. When it smacked him square in the face, he knew his brother had been well fucked. Joel tossed his keys on the coffee table with a clatter. Candle wax puddled on the glass, cooling into a hardened pool. When he rounded the corner to get a drink in the kitchen, the two of them were sitting around the island attempting to look causal. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer.
“Did you guys eat the lobster? I can’t say I smell any lingering odor of fish.” Joel tipped his bottle back, needing the cold beer to cool him off. He leaned against the counter’s edge.
“We did. It was awesome,” Reed told him, his answer rehearsed and hurried.
“Yes,” Ivy added hastily. “It was very good, thank you.”
“My pleasure.” Joel chuckled to himself. He focused in on the rosy heat that was seeping through Ivy’s skin. It was hard to see due to her coloring, but Joel was acquainted with how her body worked. He’d felt that heat, had licked and gorged on it. Her flesh lit up as he downed half his beer. Joel shifted his gaze between them, taking it all in. The entire scene was really quite entertaining.
“How’d it go tonight? Was it busy?” Reed ran a hand through his rumpled hair. It looked like Ivy had fisted the strands, knotting them together. Things must’ve gotten hot and heavy. Joel couldn’t refrain from looking at her. Her shirt was wrinkled, the top two buttons open. He felt the buildup. It stirred in his feet before it shot up his legs and seized his balls. His dick was lunging in his pants, wanting out. He’d love to have her again. The idea of it consumed every minute of every day.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Joel smiled at Ivy. Her tarry eyes darted around the kitchen. She’d either had too much coffee or the girl was really sweating it. Reed rose from his stool.
“Well, I should take you home, huh?” Reed gave Ivy a sideward glance. “It’s getting late.”
Ivy jumped to her feet like a frightened rabbit, her words hurried. “I’ll get my jacket…Good night, Joel.”
“I’ll be back in ten,” Reed told him.
“I’m crashing,” Joel said, following them out of the kitchen.
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Joel tossed his uniform into the hamper and reclined in bed. The sheets cooled his flaming body. Reed had made a lot of progress, and so quickly. Joel stared into the darkness. He snickered to himself. Of course, by the time Reed had chosen to make his move, Joel had already paved the way for him, and quite smoothly, too.
* * * *
Ivy rolled over to a patch of cool mattress. Her eyes sifted through the dark room. No matter how many times she rolled the problem around in her mind, there was no answer. The more she thought about it, the bigger it became.
She’d fucked a stranger at the party, and now Reed, but tonight with Reed was different. It had a distinct tone to it. Ivy knew that tonight was not the end. Reed had plans. Was he competing with his brother? When Joel had gotten home from work, his mood toward them both appeared smug. Did Joel know what he’d walked in on?
Ivy found herself doing a compare and contrast between the twins. She wasn’t sure she could handle Joel. She’d already noticed his awareness of her, stemming from that first day. And that awareness returned every time he reappeared. It was acute. Joel radiated power. Just by looking at him and talking to him, Ivy knew he was as potent as an illegal drug. She clenched the sheets into her palms.
Since her arrival at Hidden Hills, her previous quests for the compassionate partner had certainly been met, but if something were to evolve between her and Reed, she would have to tell him what happened at the party. Would it ruin everything she’d had the pleasure to experience? As quickly as it all came, it could all be gone.
How would Reed view her after that confession?
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After a restless night Ivy trudged down the trail the next morning. She set her tote bag behind the front desk and booted up her computer. She was early. She waved away the night staff, telling them to go home. The clinking of glassware diverted her attention into the dining room. Reed was setting the tables for breakfast.
The overhead lighting caught the shiny, gelled strands of his hair. He must’ve felt her gaze. Bridging the distance, Reed glanced up from his place settings. His features lifted. He smiled and quickly placed glasses all around the table. He flung a towel over his shoulder and summoned her with a curled finger.
Ivy checked the lobby and headed for the French doors of the dining room. Reed grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the bar, ushering her down a dark stairwell, the air stale. At the foot of the stairs he turned their bodies and pressed her up against the wall. His hands took her face.
Reed’s lips came down on hers hard. His tongue drank from her mouth with deep strokes. It was a passionate thirst, a craving that rebounded her back to the chain of events that occurred in Reed’s living room. It was a slew of images that sailed through her brain. She was unable to edit them and make sense of it all.
Ivy’s fingers dug into his firm biceps, needing to keep them grounded. Reed tried to press up against her. She fought the desire that began to curl in her belly. Ivy tried to pull back, knowing her lipstick was going to be smudged all over Reed’s mouth. His hips gyrated into hers, his cock jabbing into her hip bone. Reed’s hands slid down her cheeks, skating along her neck. Her mouth was moving with his. Ivy conceded their appetites were parallel. When Reed found her breasts and began lightly kneading them, Ivy turned her head, fighting for air. Reed nuzzled his mouth into the curve of her neck, his breaths puffing on her skin.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, panting. “I can’t help it.”
Their hearts raced together as their bodies parted. Ivy smoothed her hands over her blouse. Reed tipped her chin. His eyes scratched right through her, peeling away the layers.
“Last night was amazing. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Reed’s voice was tight with emotion.
I’m in trouble.
“Can I see you later?” Reed’s brows met across his forehead, awaiting her answer. He kissed her nose, her cheeks, waiting. “There’s supposed to be a harvest moon tonight. We could take a nice walk around the lake,” Reed suggested, his words spilling. “Please say yes.”
“Okay,” Ivy nodded, taken aback. Reed seemed so enamored. Nobody had ever reacted to her this way, with the exception of her masked man. Being with Reed had been incredible. Her recent euphoria quickly deteriorated with thoughts of the Halloween party. The events now haunted her, complementary to the party’s theme. The memory of it now presented a different tone since she and Reed had been together intimately.
Ivy turned the coin over in her mind. Had her masked lover primed her for such an interlude with Reed? If it hadn’t happened, would she have been able to be with Reed physically, and with such confidence?
Excessive reasoning para
lyzed her brain. There were no other options. She would have to tell Reed what happened at the party. Ivy wouldn’t jeopardize any type of relationship with Reed with a lie. She would also ask him not to tell Joel. Could Reed keep a secret from his brother? Did twins share everything?
His soapy, fresh scent filled her nose. She stroked over his smoothly shaven cheek. Reed gnawed on his lower lip, giving her that sexed look that was working on her. Her stomach wrenched, realizing she’d left the front desk unattended.
“I have to get back,” Ivy said, fighting him off. Her body stiffened in alarm. “Really, if your aunt shows up, I’m in trouble.”
“Nah,” Reed laughed. “You’re here to stay.” Reed fixed her hair with his fingers, combing it back in place. His touch radiated through her, just as it had last night.
“Let me go.” She pushed past him.
“Tonight, seven o’clock.” Reed’s strained whisper soared through the shady air as Ivy darted up the dark stairwell.
Chapter Sixteen
Ivy couldn’t eat. One of the chefs had given her a heaping plate of stew to take home. It looked delicious, but her stomach was sealed shut. The thought of telling Reed about her evening of mystery sex had her on the brink of retching. She wrapped up the plate and shoved it in the fridge.
As she buttoned up her jacket, rain began to patter on the roof. Ivy opened the door, the sky shaded in with pudgy clouds. She slipped the hood over her head and stepped out of the house. As she walked up the trail, a line of yellow light moved through the darkness. Reed’s cloaked figure came into view, the flashlight darting over the line of trees.
