Prologue
IVY
Seven years ago
Even through the sleeping bag, the bed of Cooper’s rusty old truck was hard beneath my back, but I didn’t care. Not when I finally had what I wanted. Who I wanted—times two.
Rory was on top of me, his lean yet solid weight settling between my thighs so I could the feel thick outline of his hard c**k. My skirt had slid up so my wet panties were pressed against his jeans.
My head was cradled on Cooper’s arm and his breath whispered across my cheek as his free hand slipped inside my cotton button-down blouse. Deft fingers found my furled n****e through my lacy bra. I must have moaned because Rory stilled above me, his hips stopped grinding against me and he pulled away from the hot, wet, messy kiss that had started this whole business.
For a second, I though
