Page 60 of Hexes and Exes

“Do you need to get that?” Ava asks when my phone moans again.

“No.” I’ve changed my ringer twice now, and yet it keeps switching back. I push my hand up under her skirt and press my fingers between her thighs. Ava moans and I stop. Sliding my fingers into her panties, I find her wet and ready for me. She moans again and I pull back my head to stare down at her.

“You made your moan my ringer?”

Ava’s limp body turns rigid. “What? No? What are you talking about?” Her eyes are all over the place. Everywhere except for me.

I drop my head to her ear, nipping at the lobe before whispering, “What were you thinking about when you recorded the sound?” I unbuckle my belt and undo the fly on my pants.

“Nothing. Because it wasn’t me.” Ava shivers as I suck on a patch of skin on her neck.

I push her panties aside and press the tip of my cock against her entrance. She arches, but I pull back just enough to keep from sliding into her. We’re both breathing hard.

“Did you know every time that damn phone goes off, I get hard?”

“Sounds like a real problem.” Ava lifts her hips, but I flatten a hand over her stomach, holding her down. “Damn you, fuck me.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about when you made that recording.” I push in an inch, but quickly pull back. As I brush my finger over her clit, I don’t linger.

“Ugh, you’re an asshole.” Ava slides her hand down her stomach, heading for her panties, but I grab it and hold it over her head. The movement has me sliding deeper inside her and we both groan. The level of dedication I have to not moving could be studied, but I stay there, waiting her out.

“Fine. Yes. It’s me. I thought about you fucking me until I was screaming your name. Can we make that happen, please?”

Laughter bubbles up in my chest, and I slip deeper inside her. Ava’s laughing too, and then we’re both groaning.

“I was at the grocery store yesterday when that damn ringer went off.”

Ava slides her free hand under my shirt and pinches my nipple. “Serves you right for all those hairy man chest pictures I’ve been getting.”

I rock my hips, my grin falling off my face as the pleasure rips away any thoughts from my mind. She’s so wet and so damn warm. She meets my thrusts and squeezes my cock with her inner muscles, and I nearly come right then. My hold returns to her hips and Ava’s hands dive into my hair. I drive into her pussy again and again until my name tears through her lips. Ava clenches around me, and I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for the rest of my life.

My orgasm rips through me, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. Arms shaking, I drop down on top of her, limp and not ready to move off her just yet. Ava runs her fingers through my hair, and I press a kiss to her shoulder.

I’m fine. I’ve got things completely under control.

27

BRAM

“Is this an opportunity to make me suffer?” I ask as we get out of my car.

“Have you done something you believe deserves punishment?” Ava smirks.

I step up beside her on the sidewalk in front of Sing a Spell, a small dive bar that has karaoke on Tuesday nights.

“Many things. But karaoke might be the most severe form of torture I’ve ever had to endure.”

“Stop. I promise you will enjoy this.” She laughs, the sound bright and effervescent. She’s practically glowing with vibrancy tonight. Even though she’s wearing jeans and her puffy coat, she looks delectable.

“No one has ever enjoyed karaoke, except for the people singing badly. That’s only because they don’t realize how horrible they are.”

Our friends have a booth to the left of the stage. Stellan lifts his hands over his head and cheers when he sees Ava.

I throw Ava a suspicious look. “Why is he so excited?”

“You’ll see.” Ava grins at me over her shoulder. She takes off her coat and slings it in the booth next to her brother. Someone is currently on the stage singing a rendition of Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You”. My ears are bleeding.

Ava gets the dirtiest look I can muster. “What was it you were saying before we came in here?”

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