“No, not her. He was in love with her.” He said, looking deep into her eyes. Ivy knew he wanted her to flinch when she heard the words. She almost did. They were somehow harsh words. They were proof that Leon was willing to share Ivy with Archer, only because he wasn’t in love with her. That it was just about the sex. And she had known that, deep in her heart she had known that was why, but till now she hadn’t admitted it. And now Archer had said it directly to her, so there was no denying it.
“I see.” Was all she could say. Archer sank back in his chair, looking at her solemnly.
“We’ve shared girls before, my girls, his. Women seem to get a kick out of it, maybe because we’re twins.” He continued.
“And maybe because you’re both so hot.” Ivy blurted out, and giggled nervously. She didn’t want Archer to see how his previous revelation had affected her. She didn’t want to appear weak.
Archer’s eyes narrowed on her, and he smiled.
“Maybe.” He said, quietly and now a smile was forming on his face again. Ivy gulped, aware of the twitch in her fingers, the feelings of disappointment and the lingering sadness that she was trying to suffocate inside her. Leon didn’t love her. He didn’t care for her enough. That was why he wanted to share her.
“I just wanted you to know that.” He said.
“Know what?” Ivy found herself snapping at him, but he hadn’t noticed the change in her tone.
“That we’ve done this before. That we’ve shared other girls before. So, that you have no doubts about it.” He said, and Ivy could do nothing other than nod her head.
“No, I don’t have doubts.” Ivy said proudly. She didn’t want Archer to see that her pride had been wounded. She didn’t want him to think that she hoped that maybe Leon could love her. He wanted to share her with his brother after all, and she wanted to be shared too. So, what else could she expect?
“That’s what I wanted to hear. I didn’t want to cause complications.” Archer said, wiping the sides of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Why would there be any complications? We all get what we want this way.” She said, raising her eyebrows and jutting her chin out. That was the truth, wasn’t it? They were all getting what they wanted. She wanted Leon, and she also wanted Archer and they both want
ed her.
“That’s right.” Archer said and she noticed how he was beginning to look at her again, like she was already naked in front of him. She hoped she could forget about Leon’s feelings quickly, so that she could fully enjoy the experience of being with Archer now.
“So is that why Leon went to town tonight?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking.
Archer cleared his throat and then shrugged his shoulders.
“Something like that.” He said, smiling again and when those dimples appeared, Ivy knew that she was floored. She wanted him to come closer. She wanted him to touch her right then.
“I’ve had a good meal, Ivy.” He said, rubbing his stomach in quick rotating motions. “And now, I believe it is time for me to collect what is due me.” He said and slowly she watched as he pushed his chair back and started to stand up.
Just the implication of what was going to happen, was enough. She had forgotten about Leon. Archer was the only man who existed in that room and he was walking towards her.
She turned on her chair towards him, her body shaking a little now from the rush of excitement she could feel.
“Are you ready for me this time, Ivy?” He asked her hoarsely, approaching her in a slow pace. While Ivy remained on the chair, she turned her face up to look at him. Archer towered over her, looking down at her with his dark blue eyes narrowed, down her cleavage and she could see the hunger in those eyes. Just like her, he too had been waiting to be with her again.
“Stand up, Ivy.” He said and she did as she was told. Even though she knew they were brothers, the thought didn’t enter her mind. Leon and Archer were two separate people to her, and right now, all she wanted was Archer.
When she stood up, Archer stepped towards her, and he seemed to be studying her body slowly, from the golden curls around her face to her ankles. He seemed to be assessing her, like he was planning on what to do.
“Good.” He mumbled as she stood before him, confused now about what exactly he wanted her to do.
Then Archer had placed his large hands on both her shoulders, he was dragging the thin sleeves of her dress down, along her arm, so that her breasts covered in her bra were revealed to him.
But Archer didn’t stop there, he kept pulling the dress down, past her navel, down her hips till they were lying in a heap around her ankles.
She could feel the goosebumps appear on her flesh by now. She felt conscious of her body, of her naked bare body. And Archer was only the second man who had seen her like this. His brother was the first.
“Now I can look at you properly.” She heard him say, although he wasn’t really looking at her eyes. His focus was entirely on the rest of her body. She pressed her thighs together, to experience the tingling feeling between her legs. As she had predicted, she was wet already. That was the answer to his question of whether she was ready for him or not.
“I wonder what you taste like.” Archer had leaned towards her to say, so that now his breath shook a curl that had fallen on her face. He blew it away, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He wanted to taste her? What did he mean by that?
“Lie down on the table, Ivy.” He said, like he was answering the thought she had just had.