Page 57 of Her Devil

She grips and shakes as I drag out every last second of her orgasm, until she’s boneless in my arms. Gripping her ass in both hands, I pound into her, finally letting myself get swept away in the way she feels.Mine.

I come hard with her fingers in my hair, her tongue in my mouth, and her heels in the backs of my legs, our foreheads pressed together as we both attempt to get our breathing under control and come back down from the high.

“Wow,” I finally manage to get out, sliding her back onto the ground and shimmying out of my jeans and boxers, using them to gently clean us both up before shoving them in my jeans pocket as I slide them on.

“Yeah, that’s one word for it,” she replies, sheepishly looking for her discarded trousers. “Sorry, you’re bleeding again.”

She swipes at my lip, brushing away the blood when I grab her thumb, sliding it in my mouth and cleaning it off. Her eyelids flutter and she stutters out a breath before pulling back. “Okay, I get it now,” she whispers. “We should…” she says, gesturing in what I assume is the direction of the house.

“Ah, yeah. Sure, thanks,” I agree, looking over the pair of us.

Her hair is a mess where it’s been smashed up against the tree, her trousers and jacket are covered in dirt that I do my best to brush off as we head back, knowing there’s no further excuse needed for the state of me, but her they’re going to notice.

“Look, Ivy,” I start, reaching for her hand.

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” she cuts me off, pulling her hand away. “Let’s not make this into something it’s not.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’ve scratched the itch, now we can just go back to being friends.” She brushes me off, pointing out the pink mark on the tree before stepping out at the side of the house, hurrying her steps to the door whilst fishing her keys from a bag I didn’t even notice she was carrying.

“What?” I ask, stepping out from the cover of the trees and quick-stepping over the gravel to the door she’s opening.

“Let’s get you cleaned up or whatever,” she says, quickly stepping through the door, rushing to get away.

“I put your ice cream in the freezer,” Tamsin calls as I follow her down a corridor, turning the corner to their open-plan living and kitchen space, all eyes coming to us.

Ivy opens a door and pushes me inside, offering a wave to the rest of her stunned silent friends before she steps in and slams it closed behind us, closing her eyes and resting her body against the back of it.

“I don’t have any guy clothes here,” she comments, waving her hand at another door in the room. “But the shower’s through there.”

She leans there, eyes closed as I shuck my jeans, leaving them on the edge of her perfectly clean desk before heading to wash the day away.

EIGHTEEN

IVY

I’m not ashamed to say I watch his fine ass strut across my room as if he owns it.

It never occurred to me that he wouldn’t change in the bathroom, and the amount of control it takes to keep my eyes closed as the buttons rattle and the zip drags down is unbelievable. I’m surprised he doesn’t catch me ogling that walk when the door closes and the sound of running water echoes in the silence.

“Uh, Ivy,” Tamsin says from the other side of the door, knocking twice. “Are you okay?”

Isn’t that the million-dollar question?

No, I’m pretty sure I’ve just lost my damn mind, but hey, why don’t you come in?

“Sure,” I reply, pulling the door open for her to step inside.

Whatever film they settled on continues in the room, the rest of them not daring to peek a look, but I know for certain the second this door closes, they’ll be speculating.

“Don’t even attempt to deny something is going on. Look at you.” She smirks, looking me over and no doubt seeing exactly what we’ve done.

Self-consciously, I un-pin my hair, heading to the vanity to grab my brush and attempt to do something with the twigs that are probably stuck in there.

“You know how they had stuff for us at theirs yesterday, I don’t suppose you know if there is any of their stuff here, do you?” I ask, completely avoiding the obvious.

“Not that I know of.”

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