Page 90 of Cold and Broken (The Titans of Founder's Ridge 1)

That’s unexpected but doesn’t explain the recent tension.

“We exchanged numbers and email and kept in touch while I was at my boarding school and he was here. Every summer we’d end up together, having the best time around working on our respective athletics. Then everything changed our last summer, I realized how hot he was and how much he made me laugh. He realized the same thing.” She stares off again for a few minutes.

“Our last night at camp that summer he led me to a clearing where he had blankets stashed. We laid down, started kissing, and one thing led to another to which led to us losing our virginity to each other.”

I roll my lips to keep my surprised words from falling out.

“Then I was sent directly to my boarding school and didn’t hear from him for two years when my mom informed me she was married. To Frank. And that I’d be attending an elite private school with my new stepbrother, Levi.”

Holy. Shit.

“I see.”

“Suffice it to say, Levi and I have a complicated history. There’s layers of jealousy, hurt, love, friendship, and anger woven around us like a rope. Sometimes it feels more like a noose.”

“So are you guys,” I trail off. How do ask if your friend is sleeping with her stepbrother?

“Things are intense at home right now. My mom and his dad are fighting a lot. He’s pushing for more from me and when he doesn’t get it he runs off to first available pussy he can find.” She tears up. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Like Mr. Jameson being blown by Margaux?” I shudder in disgust. “Connor kept warning me about him but I really thought he was just being crazy.”

“Uh, yeah. That video made me want to vomit. Lev gave me the same warnings and I thought the same thing.” She pulls into the parking lot of a day spa. “Lil, today is my treat. Do you want to pick your treatments or should we just do couples?”

“Let’s do couples. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts today.”

“Girl, same.”

It takes us about ten minutes to pick our whole day of treatments. Deep tissue massages first, followed by facials, then lunch. Manicures and pedicures in the afternoon. We grab bottles of cucumber and strawberry infused water and follow buff massage therapists back to the locker room.

Ivy spends the entire massage flirting with her massage therapist. Outrageously flirting complete with over the top giggles and sexy moans. At one point she’s so over the top that my stifled laughter shakes my body making my massage therapist chuckle. She’s much tamer the rest of the day while we get the rest of our treatments.

When she drops me off in the afternoon, Edward is waiting at the door with a bottle of water for me.

“Mr. Volkov said you spent the day at the spa and that you would need water when you got home. He asked me to tell you he is up in his bedroom.”

“Thank you, Edward.”

I walk upstairs and down the family wing hall to Connor’s rooms. His door is cracked open so I just walk in without knocking. He’s huddled over his desk working on something so I decide to quietly sprawl over his bed. My body is in such a state of deep relaxation that I actually doze off for a couple minutes. Then I feel the bed dip beside me.

“When did you sneak in here?” Connor kisses my neck, just below my ear. Then he gently bites my earlobe pulling a whimper from me.

“A couple minutes ago. I’m so relaxed, I might stay here all night.”

“Yes,” he growls as his hand makes it’s way under my skirt. “Sounds like a plan to me.” His lips follow the path his hands just took and he presses soft kisses between my thighs. He pulls the zipper of my skirt down and pulls it off.

“The door’s still open.” I say as he starts unbuttoning my shirt.

He groans as he pushes off the bed and stalks over to close and lock the door. I push up so I’m leaning on my elbows and hold my foot up against his chest when he gets back to me.

“Strip.” I command with a smirk.

“You want a show, huh?” His eyes never leave mine as he first takes his watch off and then loosens and removes his tie. “Touch yourself while you watch me.”

I bite my lip and slide my fingers under the cup of my bra and circle my nipples. His eyes darken as watches. His fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and he drops it to the floor. He pulls his belt out of the loops and sets it beside his watch and tie. His fingers hook in his pants and underwear as he shoves them both down. His erection bobs free and sends a shiver of desire through me.

His fingers run roughly up my thighs and tear my panties down my legs. He doesn’t tease me, just slides two fingers right inside my pussy making my back arch off the bed. With his other hand he unhooks my bra and tosses it across the room.

“On your knees,” he directs me to the middle of the bed and spreads my legs apart.

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