Page 48 of Silver Fox's Secret Triplets
He didn’t. He slid two fingers through the slick mess of me, his touch confident, unhurried. I moaned, clutching his shoulders as I rocked into his hand and settled over him fully again, this time reaching for his belt and the fly of his slacks.
He kissed my neck, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, all while keeping that steady rhythm between my thighs. Every nerve in my body sparked to life and my legs trembled.
I managed to unzip his fly and reached inside, wrapping my hand around his dick. He was hard, hot in my palm, and I stroked him in time with his fingers inside me. His breath hitched, and he groaned my name against my neck. “Jesus, Ivy.” His hips flexed up into my hand, the movement shallow, restrained. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I smiled against his cheek, lips brushing his skin. “That’s not the plan.”
He slid his fingers deeper, curling them just right, and I gasped, my whole body jerking. My hand tightened around him, and his breath caught again. For a moment, we moved in sync—his fingers working me open, my palm stroking him with slow, desperate pressure. The windows fogged around us, the car thick with heat and sweat and need.
I was so lost, everything else forgotten, especially the shameful, guilt-riddled parts I hated. When I was like this with him, it was all I wanted. It was all-consuming. It was freeing.
I kissed him again, open-mouthed and clumsy, dragging my hand through his hair as I rocked harder into his touch. My thighs trembled with every stroke. I was close—too close—and I wanted more.
He pulled his fingers from me, slick and shaking, and reached down to grab himself. He lined us up, breath coming rough against my throat.
“God let me have you…” he panted, voice wrecked.
“Yes,” I said, already pushing my hips down.
The first stretch made me shudder, the fullness sharp and grounding all at once. I clutched his shoulders, sinking inch by inch until I had all of him. For a second, neither of us moved. Then he groaned, head tipping back, fingers digging into my hips.
“You feel…” He couldn’t finish.
I started to move—slow rolls of my hips, every motion sending sparks up my spine. My sweater clung to my skin, damp from sweat, riding high around my ribs. His open shirt brushed my thighs as I rode him, the pace building with each breathless grind.
“Ivy,” he growled, grabbing my hips tighter. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I leaned in, bracing my hands on his chest, the position rough and tight in the cramped space but perfect. He thrust up tomeet me, and I gasped, eyes squeezing shut as the pressure built faster.
“I’m close,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he said, voice frayed and broken. “Come for me.”
It hit hard—white heat curling low in my belly, then exploding outward as I came around him, shaking and breathless. I clung to him, riding it out, my moans muffled against his neck. Duncan held on, swearing under his breath as I tightened around him. Then his movements turned frantic, every muscle taut. He grunted once, deep and raw, and came with a force that rocked us both.
He stayed buried inside me, his arms locked around my back, his face pressed against my shoulder. Our bodies trembled together, caught in the aftershocks.
We stayed locked together, his chest rising against mine, his hands still gripping my hips like he couldn’t let go. I felt him start to soften inside me, the slow trickle of his release slipping down the seam of my thighs. My muscles ached, but I didn’t move. Neither did he. His nose brushed my temple, his breath still ragged.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Yeah,” I whispered, dazed. “You?”
He kissed my jaw. “I wish we could do this every night, Ivy… I mean that.” He pressed a kiss to my cheekbone, then whispered, “I think I’m falling for you hard.”
A sharp cough crackled through the baby monitor clipped to the visor. My head snapped up. I sat up instantly, my body shifting into mom mode before my brain fully processed what I'd heard. "I have to go."
"Is everything okay?" Duncan's voice was husky, confused by my sudden urgency.
"Yes, I—" He grunted as I slid off his lap fast and grabbed for the monitor to silence it but not before the kids made morenoise. Another cough sounded, followed by Elena's sleepy voice as she started crying upstairs. "I have to get inside."
I reached for my pants on the car floor, and started dressing quickly. Duncan watched me with growing concern.
"Are you babysitting tonight?" he asked as I fumbled for my shoes.
The question stabbed me in the chest. My throat closed completely, panic flooding my system as I realized how close I'd come to revealing everything. "Something like that, yes."
The words tumbled out before I could think of a better response, vague and evasive and completely inadequate. I needed to get out of this car before he asked follow-up questions, before I said anything that would expose the truth I wasn't ready to share.
