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  “Faster,” she commands. I increase my thrusts, pounding hard and fast and furiously. I'd been right before – Ivy likes it rough. Just my kind of girl. Grabbing her ankles, I lift them over my shoulders and slam in deeper. Her moans grow louder, her hands sliding into my hair and tugging it just right. I don't know how she knew I liked that so much, but it drives me crazy. So damned crazy that a growl escapes from the back of my throat and I kind of lose my head.

  “Feel good?” I demand between thrusts. “Do I feel good inside you, baby?”

  “So good,” she moans. “Oh God, Nash. . .”

  The sound of my name coming out of her mouth as she writhes in pleasure does something wild to me. I move faster, a fine layer of sweat coating my body as I push into her. I place her legs back around my waist and lean down to take a nipple in my mouth. She mewls as I bite down, raking my back with her nails. I kiss a trail back up to her neck; her skin tastes sweet, salty, delicious. I think I'm addicted. Addicted to this. Addicted to her.

  I move my hand between her legs, pressing down, rubbing, and it's not long before she's clenching around me, letting out a low, throaty sound that sets me on fire. I want to last longer, should probably last longer but hell, nothing has ever felt as good as her. Fucking nothing. I groan her name as I follow her over the edge, jerking into her so hard the bed thuds against the wall.

  I'm still for a moment, then I collapse, pulling her against me as we both try to regain our breath. Panting is the only sound that fills the air but it's almost drowned out by the pounding of my heart in my ears.

  That was. . .it was just incredible. She was incredible. Everything about her is incredible.

  Eventually she drags her hand up to pat my chest. “Don't ever let me tell you your ideas are stupid again,” she murmurs weakly. “Your ideas are the best ideas in the whole universe. You should be named King of All Ideas.”

  Chuckling, I grin down at her, because I'm only just getting started.

  Chapter 11

  Ivy

  Okay, I was wrong before. I admit it. Very, very wrong. Because rebounding with someone you know and trust is so much better than rebounding with a stranger. Or at least I assume it is, since I've never actually rebounded with anyone before. Before Lambert, I'd never been in a relationship serious enough to rebound from.

  Last night Nash and I had sex for hours. We took a well earned break at midnight to watch some fireworks – wrapped ourselves up in a blanket and squeezed into one of the chairs by the bistro table on the balcony – but even then Nash's undeniably talented hand crept inside the blanket to do some very naughty things to me. I'm not ashamed to admit that I exploded louder than any of those pretty lights in the sky. There was no one on the streets below us, but I think we both got a thrill out of the possibility of someone hearing us. Nash definitely did, because the second we went back inside he bent me over the kitchen counter and took me so hard that we both had trouble standing after. Then we somehow dragged ourselves back to his bedroom for one last half hearted round, but by that point we'd exhausted ourselves to the point that we could barely keep our eyes open. It's possible that we fell asleep mid boink.

  He should be completely wrung out by now, but when I woke up a few moments ago it was to find something very hot, hard and decidedly penis shaped pressed up against my butt. Despite his arousal, Nash is still fast asleep. The arm around me is heavy and I can hear his little snuffly snore where his face is buried in my neck.

  Cracking an eye open, I wince as the golden sunlight pouring in through his bedroom window mercilessly attacks my tired eyes. Why in the heck didn't we close the curtains last night? We must have been more tired than I'd realized.

  “Mmf,” I complain pitifully, unable to get out more than that. The clock on Nash's nightstand reads after eleven, but even so I feel like I barely slept at all.

  He stirs behind me, his warm chest pressing into my back as he stretches. His hand comes up to unconsciously fondle my breast. “Whussamata?” he asks sleepily.

  “Curtains. . .”

  Without removing his face from my neck, he releases my breast and waves his arm aimlessly behind him for a moment, before letting it flop back down over me. “Can't reach 'em.” He's properly awake now, so when his hand creeps back to my breast I know that this time it's a very conscious move. Deft fingers tease my nipple, and suddenly I'm not feeling so sleepy anymore.

  Moaning, I push back into him. I feel him grin against my skin before he trails a pathway of kisses down my collar bone, his overnight stubble scratching against me in the most delicious of ways. “You're insatiable,” I accuse softly. “I thought it was just a one time thing?”

  Fingers ghost lazily down my stomach and slip between my legs. “I think we definitely exceeded that last night, little Ivy. Many, many times.”

  “You know what I mean.” But I gasp in pleasure as he slides a finger inside me.

  “Hmm,” Nash hums, biting down on my shoulder as he curls in another finger. Unable to help myself, because clearly I'm as insatiable as he is, I reach behind me and grip his erection. He lets out a little huff of air as I begin to move my hand up and down, matching the speed of his fingers and they move in and out of me. “Maybe a two time thing?”

  “Hell yes.” And I don't even care how wanton I sound.

  A tiny whimper escapes my lips as his fingers pull out, but he slides his hand beneath my thigh and lifts so that I can guide him in. His erection brushes up against me, up and down in a steady rhythm, and we both groan at the teasing. We went on for so long last night that I'm sensitive and wonderfully aching down there but there's nothing I want more right now than to feel him inside me again.

  “You feel so good,” he murmurs into my ear, biting down on the lobe as he finally begins to push inside.

  “Wassup, dickwads!” a loud voice yells into the apartment, and the walls shake when the front door slams closed ridiculously hard.

  I screech in horror as Nash's bedroom door is suddenly swung open. We quickly pull apart and Nash yanks the sheets up to make sure we're both covered, then sits up on his elbows to shoot daggers at the intruder. “Nathan, you stupid fucker! Get the hell out of here!”

  Nathan, because he really is a stupid fucker, breaks out into obnoxious laughter at the sight of us. He bends over and clutches at his sides, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of his eye. “I mean. . .I guessed it last night,” he gets out between chuckles. “But this is. . .fucking great. Aw man. . .I'm never letting you guys live this down.”

  “Oh my God.” I pull the sheets over my head, full on praying for a sinkhole to open up right here in this bed and swallow me whole.

  “You know,” Nathan continues smugly. “normally if someone skipped out on one of my parties I'd be pretty pissed, but since you two little sex maniacs were busy screwing each others brains out I'll let this one slide. Mostly because you've provided me with months of entertainment. You missed an awesome time, by the way. It was fucking epic.”

  I want to reply that we were fully immersed in our own epic time, but that would require removing my head from under the sheets. And just no.

  Next to me I feel Nash slam his head back into the bed as he huffs in frustration. “Leave. Now. Before I kick your ass. Don't think I won't just because I'm naked, you perverted son of a bitch.”

  “Aw, no need to be embarrassed. Are you guys really naked under there?”

  I pull my red face out from under the covers, fully ready to kill Nathan, when Blair and Silver appear on either side of him.

  “Yeah, 'cause this seems like a good idea,” Blair comments dryly.

  “Have fun living together now.” Silver's smirk drops. “Gross. It's like seeing my brother and sister getting freaky.”

  “Well that actually is my brother.” Blair pulls a face. “Ew.”

  Glaring sulkily, Nash points a finger at the two of them. “Teacher. Student. You two don't get to comment.”

  Blair nods, failing to stifle an amused gri
n at the whole situation. “Fair enough.”

  “Told you they'd finally got their freak on,” Nathan drawls to them. “Zac totally owes me twenty bucks.”

  The fact that bets had been made is clearly the last straw as far as Nash is concerned. “Get the hell out now!” he roars, and this time they actually listen, though they're giggling like naughty school children as they back away. “Out of the apartment too!” he yells after them. “And give me that fucking key back, Nathan!”

  Whoever closes the door doesn't slam it this time. It clicks gently, and the silence they leave in their wake is simply torturous. What seemed like such a good idea last night and even this morning now feels a lot less logical and much more slutty. And foolish. Because now that the three of them have taken a giant pin to the lust bubble I was living in, I'm left remembering that the guy I just had crazy, wild sex with was Nash. Nash.

  I don't know what he's thinking, but when I peek at him out of the corner of my eye I find him staring up at the ceiling stiffly, so I'm certain it's along the same lines as me.

  Finally, after achingly long minutes of silence, we build up the courage to roll our heads and look at each other. Last night we promised things would be okay between us today, no matter what; that we weren't going to wake up and regret any of it because hot, mouthwateringly awesome sex had been just what the two of us had needed. But that was before Nathan, Blair and Silver made things weird. And now things just feel-

  “No!” Nash suddenly declares sternly, his face growing resolved as he comes to a decision. “This isn't going to be awkward just because of those fuckers. We're not going to let it be. Not me and you, Ivy. We're too awesome for this.”

  And his words, they work. They really work. With a grin, I let all the dumb stuff that had built inside me go, and soon we're both laughing because our d-bag friends really do have the worst timing ever. Leaning over, he tries to kiss me but I put a hand over my mouth.

  “Morning breath!” I complain.

  He rolls his eyes. “Don't care.” Pulling my hand away from my mouth, he kisses me long and hard, and though his breath is as stale as mine probably is I soon forget all about it when his tongue slips inside my mouth because it's Nash. Nash, whose kisses make me feel like I could float away on a cloud.

  Taking control, I roll him on to his back and climb on top. I take his wrists, pinning them down on either side of his head. The idea of me actually being able to hold him down is merely an amusing illusion because obviously he's much bigger and stronger than I am, but he lets me do it nonetheless and I appreciate that, because it stretches out the muscles in his chest and I do so love to watch the way they move. “I believe we were in the middle of something,” I purr.

  He reaches up and plants a kiss on my lips before letting his head drop again. “It was probably a good thing they interrupted us when they did – we almost had sex without a condom.”

  I let him go and sit back, grimacing at our carelessness. “Jesus. Morning sex is risky, risky business. We'll have to thank them.”

  “Yeah, we'll bake them a fucking cake. And then we'll throw it at their faces when they're in the middle of screwing.”

  Laughing, I reach over to grab a condom from his nightstand. Nash uses my position to his advantage and takes a nipple into his mouth. I moan, because God does this man know how to do some incredible things with that tongue. When I sit back up he releases it with a wet pop, his eyes raking over my body hungrily as I rip open the little square foil. I let my hands trail over the hard planes of his chest as I move down to slide the condom over his very eager erection.

  “One last time,” I remind him.

  He nods, watching lustfully as I position myself over him. “And then we go back to being buddies.”

  And the crazy thing about this is – I think this will actually work. As much as I'd doubted it at first, I really think that Nash and I can do this. We can go back to normal, and things don't have to be difficult or weird and we don't have to get up in our heads about any of this. It may just be the lust talking, but I believe this will turn out okay.

  His eyes glaze over as I push down, and his hands grip my waist so tightly his fingers turn white. “Fuck, you feel so damned good.”

  I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as he fills me, completely and totally. “One last time,” I repeat, leaning forward so my breasts rub over his chest. “So we'd better make this one last.”

  +++

  Nash was right, we do manage to get back to normal after our night – and morning – together. It turns out that sex really was the answer to our problem. For two whole days we're just Ivy and Nash again – old friends, roommates, drinking buddies. That pesky sexual tension from before – all gone. We are in complete control of the situation. We're back to being the friends who make fun of each other, who laugh together and kid around, who watch dumb movies and sit out on the balcony making fun of people walking by. We're awesome again. More than awesome, because we've discovered the secret to being really good friends is to get a good boinkfest under your belts.

  Yeah, that sexual tension between us is gone. Totally, totally gone. I'm definitely not still fantasizing about his naked body. No sirree. Not that six pack, or that perfectly sculpted butt, or that mouthwatering V on his chest that points right down to my favorite part of. . . Nope. Not thinking about that At All. And I'm definitely not remembering what his body felt like against mine over and over again when I'm alone in bed at night, or the miracles he worked with his fingers. And that he could make my toes curl just with his kisses? Forgotten. It's all long gone. A distant, distant memory.

  Sigh.

  Arriving home from my first day of work after the new year, I'm pounced upon by Nash the second I close the door. He spins me around and slams me up against the wood before kissing me furiously. For about three whole seconds the sensible part of my brain tries to sternly remind me that there was a reason we weren't supposed to be doing this again, but then the horny, lust controlled part kicks the mother crapping life out of that part with its slutty, knee high leather boot and I just melt into him. My mouth opens and his tongue immediately finds mine. He tastes like mint and I briefly wonder if it's because he brushed his teeth before I got home, but then he kisses me deeper and I sort of forget my own name. His knee slips between my legs and, like I have no control over my body parts, my hands start tugging his gray shirt from his pants so that I can run my fingers over his back and around to his chest.

  When he pulls back, he's panting even harder than I am. There's an almost feral look in his eyes. Possessive. Wanting. “I know we said we're not doing this again, but fuck, you're all I've been able to think about all day,” he confesses. “I couldn't get a single bit of work done.”

  “Thank God,” I utter, grabbing the back of his neck roughly and pulling his lips back to mine.

  So it's possible that we're not quite as in control of the situation as we'd thought. That door we opened up, the sexy one where my buddy Nash inserts his penis into my vagina and then afterwards we're chums again and everything is all hunky dory. . .yeah, it's not as easy to close as we'd originally anticipated.

  Nash grins against my mouth, and then his hands are impatiently tugging off my black blazer, knocking it and my bag to the floor. He goes to yank my shorts up, then pauses, looking adorably confused. “You're wearing shorts. Why are you wearing shorts? You always wear dresses or skirts.”

  “I just felt like wearing shorts today. If I'd known you were gonna do me against the door the second I got home I'd have tried to be more accessible,” I joke.

  “Well this is just highly inconvenient,” he teases, scrabbling to undo the button. He pushes them and my panties down my legs, and my bra and top come off next. Not wasting any time, I pull his shirt and vest over his head and unzip his pants, but we're in so much of a rush that we only get them over his butt before he's lifting me up and sliding into me.

  We both groan in unison when he's all the way in, relishing the feel of this
. Of how damn good it feels, of how perfectly he fills me.

  I wrap my legs securely around his waist as he steps forward and shoves me against the door, pounding into me so hard that it rattles in its frame. Anybody walking by in the hall out there is sure to know what's going on, but I don't give a damn. In fact, the danger of it kind of turns me on. With the balcony first and then this, I'm starting to think I'm turning into an exhibitionist. Or maybe Nash just has that effect on me.

  “God, you feel incredible. So fucking incredible. So hot and wet and-” He pauses suddenly, yanking back his head to stare at me with wide eyes.

  “What?” I demand breathlessly. He cannot get a conscience about this now, not when it feels this amazing.

  “No condom!”

  My hand tightens on the back of his neck. I've never been so thoughtless as to forget a condom before. But then, no one has ever drove me as crazy with lust as Nash does before. I'm torn between doing the sensible thing and hating the idea of him pulling out right now. “I'm clean. You clean?”

  “Course I'm fucking clean. I never forgot before.”

  “Me neither. And I'm on birth control – we're fine.” I clench my muscles around him and his eyes squeeze shut. “Just don't stop.”

  “Thank fuck,” he growls, sliding an arm beneath my butt to hold me up and slamming the other into the door by my head as he pushes into me again. He moves faster now, almost desperately, like the sensations of being without a condom are causing him to lose his head. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging on as I try to move up and down, though in this position he's really doing most of the work. He grunts in pleasure, and the noises coming from him drive me wild.

  “Don't you dare stop,” I demand, throwing my head back against the door as he hits a sweet spot.