Ivy tilts her head and asks, “Do you think he has something for her then? Because I originally thought that, but his hatred for her keeps hitching up, which is only making her more hesitant around him.”
I furrow my brows and butt in, “Maybe, I mean it would explain his insistence on you not spending time with her and like Fury said, he doesn’t understand his feelings towards her so he’s sticking with hatred.”
“He doesn’t want to settle, so I think that theory could be right,” Fury adds, “He’s a bit like how Blade was before he met and then lost Luna.”
“Who he will find,” Ivy mentions, and I chuckle because yeah, he will, one way or another.
“Ivy, come to play?” Tate cuts in, squishing her little hands against Ivy’s cheeks. She grins and then kisses the little girl’s palms, making sweet giggles erupt from her and suddenly, I’m more than jealous of a three-year-old. I want to rip her away from Ivy.
Great.
I clear my throat and make eye contact with Fury, who nods, knowing I can’t hack Tate being close to Ivy right now, especially not knowing if she spent the night with someone.
She’s twenty-four and has had a few boyfriends, so I’m not stupid but I don’t like it.
“Sorry, sugar plum. You’ll have to play with Ives tomorrow. Grammy is waiting for you,” Fury says as he takes his daughter from Ivy, who chuckles at the little pout Tate is giving until Grammy is mentioned, who, other than Skylar, is her favorite person.
Another way I know Tate isn’t part of Skylar’s problem is that she adores the little girl and treats her like her own every time she sees her. Which only serves to piss Fury off more and I know he’s mentioned in passing about locking Skylar up, which is possibly the worst decision he could make.
Waving, Fury walks to the gate, and I raise a brow at Ivy, who looks my way and rolls her eyes before waving her arm to the gate Fury just left through and states, “Come on then,” and I chuckle as I stand and walk over to her.
Kissing the top of her head, I wrap my arm around her and gently guide her towards the dirt road that leads to the officer brother’s houses and I ask, “So, how was your night out?”
She winces and replies, “Before or after Raya punched some guy after he touched her ass and we decided to call it an early night?”
I laugh, and Ives goes into detail about a drunk guy not realizing he was going too far with the women in the club. I listen intently, only relaxing after she mentions passing out on Raya’s couch after binge watching old TV shows and eating fried chicken while gossiping.
A typical girl’s night in deed.
“Oh, come on, you cheated!” Ivy shouts and throws her deck of cards across the living area in a fit, and I can’t help the laughter that releases, even the glare she’s currently sending my way that could cut you like a knife, I can’t stop my laughter.
“Or you just suck today….” I comment cockily knowing full well she is right because that is the only way I can win against her, and she narrows her eyes before looking near my legs where I’m sat crossed legged on the floor and slightly leans to the left and I know I’ve left a card in view.
Uh oh…
I move slightly, but unfortunately for me, she catches me as her mouth parts in shock. I look in time to see the edge of the card I swapped, the same card she’s currently eyeing and her cheeks redden with anger, and my eyes widen.
Fuck….
“You lying little….” She starts and moves quickly, so quick that I don’t see it coming.
Shoving forward, Ivy grabs the hidden cards underneath my leg, and I pounce, jumping on her to stop her from seeing anymore, my plan to throw her on the couch. She squeaks in surprise as I grab her, but I lose my balance, and we tumble over the top of couch and my eyes widen.
Shit…
I manage to maneuver us so that she lands on top of me, causing her to straddle me, and I grunt at the impact on my back and choke out a laugh.
“That is what you get for cheating,” she grunts, and I choke, “So no thank you for saving you then?”
She laughs, “You’re the one who attacked me to stop me from seeing all the cards you were hiding,” and I grin as we lock eyes.
“Cheater…” she chuckles, and I shrug, not denying it. I mutter, “It’s the only way to win against you,” and she shakes her head, still giggling, which is fucking music to my ears.
I swallow hard as my heart pounds, our situation suddenly hitting me and my cock takes notice.
Having her this close to me, knowing I can’t touch her, is a struggle. My hands itch to touch her, hold her close but instead, I grip her hips to move her before she can feel what she does to me.
Fuck I want her, I want her so bad…
