Rockstar Baby (Crescent Cove 6)

“Good thing I’m not a gentleman,” I said at the same time Ivy answered him.

“He didn’t maul me.”

Ivy glanced at me. “You so are a gentleman.”

“Whatever he is or is not, we can’t have public displays back here.”

“Yes, the ducks might get jealous. Quack, quack.”

Ivy shot me a look.

I slid my arm around her waist. “You’re right, sir. We’ll just be on our way.”

Mitch nodded. “I think that’s best. Just for your information, I keep a shovel and a shotgun in the trunk of my car.”

“And a concealed carry permit, I hope.”

He grunted at me again and held open the door to the kitchen, ushering us inside.

Ivy gathered her things and quickly said her goodbyes to a few coworkers. Gina waggled her brows, but Ivy didn’t stop to chat.

We made our exit and gazed at each other as we stood on the sidewalk, basically cutting off the flow of Friday night foot traffic.

“The inn?” Ivy asked.

Just as I asked, “Your place?”

She frowned. “You heard me on the phone. August has a friend over.”

“A friend you don’t want him to fuck. He won’t, if he’s too worried about you hearing him fuck.”

“Yes, but I want to fuck. Hello.” She stepped forward and grabbed me by the lapels of the light jacket I’d put on after visiting with Kellan. “Did you miss the part about me wanting you?”

“No, and the feeling is definitely mutual.” As if we weren’t on a busy sidewalk, I grabbed one of her hands and discreetly brought it down between us. She gripped me shamelessly, moving so close that no one could see.

Maybe.

“You’re a little exhibitionist.”

“You’re a big one.” She licked her lips. “So, let’s go somewhere and show each other…things.”

I laughed and she blinked up at me as if the sound was foreign. It almost was. Away from Ivy, I definitely didn’t grin and laugh and feel all the things she so effortlessly brought to life inside me. She made me feel young again, in a way I’d never been. Outside of cutting up a few times a year with some mates, frivolity wasn’t a part of my life.

Except with her.

“We can’t go back to the bed and breakfast yet.”

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid of Sage.”

Ivy stared at me for a long moment before letting go of my cock to cover her mouth. She laughed so hard her face turned a shade of red not commonly seen in nature.

I crossed my arms. “Go on, enjoy yourself at my expense.”

She dropped her hand. “Afraid of sweet Sage Hamilton. Why?”

“She says things.”