Page 37 of Sack

He opened an eye. “No and no.”

Grabbing an edge of the sheet, she tugged.

He snatched the bit at his waist, clutching it so she couldn’t pull it away and chuckled.

She huffed in frustration. “How bad can it be?”

“Bad.”

“Girly namebad orthis name has been around for generationsbad?”

His left eye twitched.

“Ooh, a clue.” Excited, she sat up and rolled to her knees, clutching the sheet to her breast. “Which one is it?”

His eyes narrowed. “Neither.”

“You’re a terrible liar. Did you know that?”

“Then you’ll know I’m telling the truth when I say…” He tugged the sheet, ripping it from her before taking her to her back and hovering over her. “I’d much rather fuck you than play guessing games.”

Yep. That was the truth.

His lips crashed down on hers and there wasn’t a whole lot of talking for hours after that.

“It’s getting late. I should probably go home.”

She was wrapped in Colt’s arms, spooning again.

“I’ll take you in the morning. Drop you off before practice,” was his drowsy reply.

“‘Kay.”

Her reply was equally as sleepy.

“Well look who the cat dragged in.”

“We don’t have a cat.” Ivy tossed her messenger bag on the floor by the door and headed straight to the kitchen and the coffee maker.

“No text. No call. You could’ve been dead on the side of the road for all I knew.” Jason plopped himself down on the barstool at the kitchen island.

Ivy scooped coffee grounds into the filter. “Last time I checked, you’re not my parent.”

“I was worried.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. He sounded anything but. “Like you’ve never stayed out for days at a time.” She speared a glance at him over her shoulder. “No text. No call.”

“But we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you.”

“And I’d like it if we weren’t.” She pressed the start button on the coffee maker.

“Come on. You leave for a sexy football player’s house on Saturday and don’t come home until Monday morning and you think I don’t want to talk about it?”

Ivy wrinkled her nose. “You’re worse than a girl.”

“I’d take offense, but I’m too nosy to chance getting on your bad side.”

Ivy pulled a mug from the cupboard, glanced inside, and blew into it before setting it on the counter. “Not much to tell. I worked on his account all weekend. We both agreed it’d be better if he was around in case I had questions. Besides, his computer is totally kickass and made the job so much easier.”

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