Page 59 of Corrupting Ivy

“He, um…” Do I tell him he has the wrong house? If I do? Then he’d know I’m alone, and that didn’t seem like a smart thing to do.

Randall’s truck drove around the corner, his headlights blinding as they beamed into my eyes from the reflection in a store window.

The stranger looked down at the approaching truck as Randall exited and rushed at him. But just when I thought a scuffle would break out and the two men would go tumbling down the steps, Randall stopped before reaching him. “Jake? What are you doing here?” Tension left Randall’s shoulders. So he knew who this man was? But this wasn’t who this man, Jake, asked for.

“Do you know him?” I folded my arms, my voice quivering as my blood pressure lowered to a normal level.

He looked around Jake and gave me a once over. I winced. Would he send me back inside to change? Randall licked his lips as fiery lust filled his eyes. He pushed Jake out of his way and met me at the top of the steps.

He reached down, his large hands grabbing handfuls of naked thighs, and pulled me towards him, his shirt smelling of campfire. “If you didn’t have somewhere to be…” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and husky. “I’d have this entire town hear your screams from these steps.”

Tiny electrical currents lanced across my skin and settled between my legs, causing my sensitive flesh to pulse with need. He was insatiable, and I loved it.

I pressed my lips to his cheek. Just a little touch to tie me over.

He growled in my ear and squeezed me a little harder against him. His hard length jutted against my stomach, letting me know just how much I turned him on in these shorts. A thrill so overpowering shot through my body it made me lean into him, my hand gripping his belt buckle. He made me feel so sexy.

Randall took hold of my wrist as my fingers dipped into his waistband, then stepped away from me. “Let’s go.”

Turning down the steps, we bypassed Jake standing there watching the exchange. “What just happened here?” Had he never seen a woman look at Randall the way I did? We continued down the steps as I lifted my brow, staring at Jake. Randall walked me to the passenger side, then opened my door. “Is someone going to explain this?” Jake said, standing frozen in place.

“Shut up and get in the truck, Jake.”

Randall walked around the front of the truck and got into the driver’s side, then waited while Jake followed his orders.

“Who is that?”

“A friend. What were you doing outside?”

“You were late. I was going to be—”

“I told you to stay inside. It’s not safe.”

Jake settled into the back seat of the truck behind Randall.

He didn’t bother with his seatbelt as Randall drove off. Instead, he leaned between us and braced himself on the center console. “So, uh, how long has this been going on?”

“Jake, pipe it up, or I will.”

I turned in my seat to face Randall and Jake, as Jake sat back in his seat with his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. But I’m gonna find out one way or the other.”

We pulled into the full parking lot and thanked God there were no bikers tonight as Randall stopped in front and dropped me off.

“You’re not coming inside?”

“I’ve got some things to handle.” He threw his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll be a bit. Don’t walk home. I’ll be here.”

I nodded, then walked inside the busy bar. Carly Pearce’s voice warmed the room over the speakers while people slow-danced on the floor. Remy wiped down a table as she watched me walk in. I waved with a smile, then found my place behind the bar, falling right into the routine I’d established since starting here.

Otis and a few of his intoxicated friends hurled darts at the board, laughing and carrying on, when he noticed me and took a sloppy seat at the bar. He tipped to the side, nearly falling off the stool before catching himself.

“Careful there, buddy. I don’t want to clean up your blood off my floor.”

“Have you played darts before?”

“No.”

He laughed. “Come help me win a hundred dollars.”

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