Page 70 of Sparks Fly

“There’s things you don’t know about,” Tom says quietly. “All this misplaced animosity towards him needs to stop.He’snot the bad guy here. You both need to ease up on him. Especially you.”

Harley’s voice comes next. “What are you looking at me for? I’ve been making an effort for Ellie.”

“Maybe you should be making an effort for yourself.”

I swallow against the lump in my throat. Why is he defending me? Does Tom know?

“Misplaced animosity?” Brady splutters. “Not the bad guy? The guy has been a selfish, arrogant piece of shit since high school. Why do you think you ended up in prison while he got to walk away?”

“I told you,” Tom snaps. “Conrad had nothing to do with that. Not in the way you think, anyway. Just back the fuck off him, Brady.”

“I’ll back off when he quits eyeing my sister like his next plaything.”

Ivy’s watery eyes meet mine, but I simply shake my head and break our gaze.

“Dude, chill,” Harley says. It’s obvious he’s trying to defuse the situation. “Ivy’s not going to go there. I don’t know what you’re worried about.”

“Not you too. Have you forgotten what he did to you?”

Bile rises the back of my throat. I’ll never forget the night I beat the shit out of Harley while Jasper held Ellie back, stopping her from breaking us up.

“Is it not the same thing you’re thinking of doing right now?” Tom challenges.

I move my hands to Ivy’s hips to guide her off, but she shakes her head and leans in to kiss me, driving her hips down and making me swallow a groan. Her lips move to my ear. Her voice is so low,Ialmost don’t hear her. “No. Don’t listen to him. That’s not who you are anymore. I want this. I want you.”

She pulls back, and I can see the truth in her sparkling green eyes. Ivydoeswant this. She’s chosen me. In a flash, her lips are back on mine, our tongues tangling as she starts to roll her hips.

Something inside of me snaps. I flip us, covering her mouth with one hand as I drive into her. My other hand comes down between us, rubbing circles over her clit until she’s at the brink of orgasm. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she lets out a muffled moan into my hand. Over the voice arguing outside, it barely registers. I’ve blocked them out. Feeling desperate and possessive, my sole focus is Ivy–and getting her off.

Ivy’s hands grip my ass, her hips matching my every thrust. It doesn’t take long for her walls to form a tight grip on my dick, body quivering as she tumbles over the edge once more. I move my hand, replacing it with my mouth as my balls tighten, and I spill into the condom. I collapse on top of her, breathing heavy as aftershocks wrack my body. She peppers kisses all over my sweaty face, her hands still holding my ass so I can’t pull out, my cock continuing to pulse inside her.

“I know this isn’t the time or place to be telling you this,” she whispers in my ear. “But you broke down my walls, Conrad. I don’t care what my brother says, I want to be with you.”

“No more secrets?” I whisper back, trying to keep my voice steady.

“No more secrets.”

But we’re both tested when the girls return to camp.

“Where’s Ivy?” Brady’s voice questions outside the tent.

“She stayed back here,” Wren says.

“Well she’s not here, is she?”

“Relax, Brady,” Harley says. “There’re plenty of places she could be. What has gotten into you?”

“I’ll call her,” Wren says, her voice laced with confusion.

I hold my breath, body tense as I wait for it to ring from the pocket of her shorts. I let out a sigh of relief when the noise comes fromoutsidethe tent.

“Yo, who’s ready to rock out with our cocks out?” Kody’s voice calls out. I bury my head in the crook of Ivy’s neck. We. Are. Fucked. There’s no way we’re faking our way out of this. Brady is going to fucking murder me.

Ivy groans softly, bringing her hands up to cover her face. While she said she wants to come clean about us, I don’t think this is what she meant.

I roll off her, disposing of the condom in a plastic bag, and I pass her my t-shirt to try and clean herself up a little bit. We both scramble to get dressed and stand there simply staring at each other.

“What are we going to do?” she mouths to me.

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