All afternoon I’ve been working on the paperwork to make sure that asshole stays behind bars. This time he’s staying in a maximum security facility because I’m not prepared to take any more chances with the lives of Gia, Parker, and the others involved. He’s one sick bastard and doesn’t deserve to see the outside of a prison wall ever again. It’s going to take law enforcement a long time to try and track down the women he has already sold.
Sometimes this job makes me sick, but I keep going because I know in some small way that I’m making a difference, but I’m exhausted, and I’ve started to think that maybe I’m in need of more than just a simple vacation.
For the time being though, I need to shake free of it and finally be honest with Ivy about my feelings for her, and to offer her an apology for my asshole behavior.
Back in the living room, I’d wanted to yank her out of the chair, haul her over my shoulder, and take her to bed. Instead, I’d chosen to walk away because that little bit of conscience that hovers at the back of my mind wouldn’t let me do anything else…and now, here she is in front of me, looking as beautiful as ever while I feel my control slightly slipping.
She rests her back against the door, chewing at her bottom lip. But when she lifts her sad eyes to mine, I can’t look away.
“Why are you angry with me?” Her voice is so soft that I only just manage to catch the question.
Unable to move my eyes away, I glare at the girl who makes me crazy with longing before I trace her body with my heated gaze, wanting to touch her. Starting at her toes, I trail up her long legs, my eyes heating when I focus between her thighs before I force them to move upward. I move past her curvy hips and feel lust slam into me when I see the hard nipples poking out through her thin top. I quickly meet her gaze, but within seconds my gaze has strayed back to her large breasts.
Knowing I shouldn’t, but unable to stop myself, I move and surround her at the door. I make sure the lock is engaged and then rest my forehead against hers. “I’m not angry at you.” I breathe her scent into my lungs and close my eyes as the sweet smell of strawberries enters my nose. The pleasure goes straight to my already aching cock, which I can feel tenting my pants. That will teach me for not wearing briefs.
Her hands reach out and lay flat against my chest. Her gentle touch and slow strokes have me hard as steel and then they’re gone. With a quick move she has her shirt off and dropped to the floor. My breath catches in my throat as I look down at her lace encased breasts. Her nipples are trying to burst free and my mouth waters for a taste at the same time as she steps into me, pressing against my cock.
That’s it… She’s mine…
Growling, I hiss, “You’re mine,” and seal our mouths together.
Her mouth opens and then our tongues slide together as her taste explodes in my mouth. Grunting, I haul her up in my arms, feeling her legs wrap around my waist as she starts rubbing against me.
Not knowing where I’m going, I turn and place her on to my desk. Her legs tighten on my hips and she moans into my mouth. “I’m so close, Jarrod… Oh, God, please. I’ve dreamt of this with you.”
I rip out of her arms and make quick work of getting her shorts off her legs, and then her bare pussy is in my sights.
My dick throbs and tingles, releasing precum to the point that it’s painful behind my zipper.
With Ivy resting back on her elbows, her eyes on me, I yank my shirt over my head. I hesitate with my hand on the fastener of my pants, unsure whether or not I’m moving to quickly for Ivy. In the end her begging eyes caressing my face decide for me.
She licks her lips as I slowly open the zipper and let my slacks drop to the floor.
I wrap my hand around my shaft as I watch her eyes widen at the sight.
“You’re huge,” she comments, pulling a chuckle out of me.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise, but I need you.” Her eyes meet mine. “I’m done pushing you away. You’re all I want.”
Tears spring in her eyes. “You’re all I want, too.” She unhooks her bra and the beautiful mounds of her breasts fall free, bouncing with no restraint.
My mouth waters. “I can’t decide what to taste first.” I move my fist and feel more precum squirt out of my tip. It’s like a constant stream. When her fingers slip between her wet folds, I know that if she makes it any further, I’ll come.
Growling, I drop to my knees and opening her legs wider, I inhale deeply. “You smell so damn good.” I slide both of my hands along her soft thighs to her groin, and using my thumbs, I rub between her lips before I dip my tongue between.
The moan she releases sounds like it came from deep in her soul. Her breasts quiver as she pants while my tongue licks and tastes, before I suckles the hard bud of her clit.
Her thighs quiver under my hands and my dick feels like it’s about to explode as I insert a finger into her tight sheath.
I feel my orgasm racing forward when her flesh grasps my finger, trying to take it deeper.
I’m going to come!
Pulling tightly on my cock, I quickly get to my feet and meeting her gaze, I impale her on my dick. My toes curl with the feel of her warm, wet, heat surrounding me.
I gasp for breath, but nothing I do helps as I glide back and forth in heaven.
Covering Ivy with my body, I rest my elbows on each side of her and capturing a nipple between my teeth, I feel her—small sharp tugs around my erection—and then she arches as her pussy clenches me into the tightest fist possible. My eyes roll and slamming balls deep inside of her, my release washes over me.
Her core ripples and pulsates around my quivering flesh, sucking every last bit of semen from my body. I gasp and shudder into her neck, never wanting to let go of the woman below me. Feeling her hands clenching on my back, my cock jerks, releasing the last that I have to give right now.
I nuzzle against her neck and moving to her lips, I place a sweet and soft kiss. Smiling down at her, I panic when I see her eyes swimming in tears. “I hurt you?” I move to pull out but her legs quickly fasten tightly around my hips.
“No.” She offers me a watery smile. “You did hurt me earlier, but these are tears of joy, Jarrod. I’ve wanted you for so long that I thought I’d only ever have you in my dreams. But having you naked, touching me, inside me, loving me, is everything.”
I sag against her before I scoop her up into my arms, kick my pants away, and carry her behind my desk so that I can cuddle her close.
She wiggles into a more comfortable position as I hold my breath. The feel of her wrapped around me while my cock is still buried inside of her warm body is driving me crazy and I’m going to be fucking her again before we’ve finished the talk that we need to have.
Becoming serious, I admit, “I didn’t use anything, Ivy.”
Her hands reach up and her fingers slide through the dark strands of my over-long hair. It feels good having her hands on me in such an innocent way. It’s certainly a lot more innocent than how our lower bodies are connected.
“Am I really yours, Jarrod?” she asks. “Do I really get to be by your side?”
I brush her lips with a finger and watch as her eyes darken with building need. “I love you, so yes that means everything I am is yours. There’s no hiding from what you make me feel anymore.”
“Then I’m okay without you wearing a condom. I get injections so I’m fine right now.”
“That’s good.” I begin to frown as I realize that I’d forgotten to apologize. “I owe you a proper apology for earlier.”
She covers my mouth with a delicate hand. “No, let’s forget that.”
I offer her a soft smile and taking hold of her hand, I kiss her palm. “You terrified me.”
She looks surprised so I continue, “You got in the way of a gun, and that terrified me. I need you to promise me that you will never get between me and a loaded gun... I need that promise, Ivy.”
She bites her lip. “I love you, Jarrod. Your life is everything to me so I’m not sure t
hat’s something I can promise you.”
I want to demand that she promises me, but I’ll probably be wasting my time and I do know where she’s coming from.
It feels right knowing that she loves me that much because I certainly love her with everything in me.
“I want you to move in with me. I want everything with you, but more than anything, I want to be able to come home to you every evening. I want to be able to hold you on the sofa while we watch a movie together. I want to eat dinner with you each night before I take you to bed and remind you of what you mean to me. I want to wake up in the morning with you in my arms, and I want to eat breakfast with you before we go to work.”
With tears hovering thickly on her lashes, she lays her palms against my face and holds me still. Her thumbs trace over my cheekbones as she dips her forehead to rest against mine.
“Can we restart from this moment? I only want to move forward with you.”
I caress down her back and rest my hands on her hips, pulling her closer, needing that full body contact.
“One more thing before I make you come.” I grin, which slowly disappears as I carry on, “I don’t think your parents are going to be happy with the developments between us.”
“I wish I could say differently, but I agree…especially my father, but I’m twenty-three, two months off twenty-four so he doesn’t really get a say in where I live, who I live with, or whom I love. My heart is yours Jarrod, and this is where I belong.”
“I’m not going to argue with that.” I trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone before I meet her gaze. “Rest your forehead back against mine. I want to look into your eyes while I pleasure you.”
She does just that, her plump lips hover above mine while my hands help her rock slowly on me. With each forward motion her nipples rub against my chest, and as our breaths become heavy, I keep us steady, desperate to come, but more desperate to watch Ivy as she orgasms.
Her throaty little whimpers tell me she’s close, and as her nails dig into my shoulders, I feel the tight clenching of her sheath as her climax starts to rush through her. When she starts to pant against my mouth, I crush mine against hers, and finally release into her. I come so hard that my legs shake, and I’m sure I can’t feel my toes.
With one last grunt, I settle her against my chest. “I love you, Ivy, so much that I ache with it,” I whisper into her silky hair.
“I’ve always loved you, Jarrod. For years I’ve hidden what you make me feel and it’s such a relief to finally have it out in the open.” She smiles against my lips. “I love you.”
I feel ten feet fucking tall at those words.
32
Ivy
Lying stretched out on the bed in a pale blue shirt of Jarrod’s, I watch him in his dressing room as he pulls his clothes on. He’s so handsome and the navy blue trousers fit lovingly against his bottom. The pale blue shirt stretches across his strong shoulders that I’d clung to during the night.
As he starts to fasten his tie, he glances up and catches my eyes on him. His darken as I slowly move from the bed and pad across the room to stand in front of him. I knock his hands away and reaching up, I finish fastening the knot around his neck. His hands grip my hips and when I’m finished he moves me against him. My arms wrap around his shoulders, holding on tight.
He smells so good that I can’t resist nuzzling into the crook of his neck. One of his hands grips my bottom while the other moves up and tangles in the messy strands of my hair.
I feel his arousal against me and smile when I hear the low growl in the back of his throat before he turns and kisses the side of my face. “I don’t want to leave you.”
Kissing his neck, I reassure him, “I know you don’t want to leave me, but I’ll be fine here with the girls.” I move slightly away so that I can meet his gaze. “You have to go and do everything you can to stop these assholes.” I kiss the cleft of his chin. “I’m so proud of you.”
His smile widens and his eyes light up with delight at my words. “I can’t remember the last time someone told me that they were proud of me,” he says, bewildered.
“Well, my gorgeous boyfriend, get used to it.” I grin and laugh when his lips twitch.
“Boyfriend, huh?”
“Well, I’d prefer to call you my boyfriend than lover, even though they technically mean the same thing.” I giggle.
Jarrod smiles, but it slips as he grows nervous and tugs me toward the bed. He has me sit on the end and kneeling on the floor between my legs, he takes my hands into his trembling ones.
I grow nervous wondering what he’s going to say because he wants me sitting down. My breaths become shorter as panic starts to run through me, the worse case scenario is the only one I can think of.
“Marry me, Ivy,” he whispers, making me gasp, and then he grins. “I don’t want to be your boyfriend, I want to be your fiancée and then your husband. I’ve been in love with you from the moment you walked down the stairs with Gia and Parker the night of your high school prom. I had the shock of my life that night when I realized what you meant to me. I’ve fought those feelings for years, and now I’ve come to realize that they’re not going anywhere.” He kisses my fingers. “I’ve never asked another woman, Ivy?”
I frown. “Gia’s mother?”
He looks pained, but admits, “We’d broken up before I knew that she was pregnant. Although I moved her in with Colin and I as soon as I found out, but I never did ask her to marry me. I considered it, but I never loved her, and Colin talked me out of it. It wouldn’t have worked. I did everything to protect my unborn child though.”
“I’m right here with you because I want to be, because I’ve loved you for what feels like forever, so yes, I’ll marry you.” I grin through my tears of happiness and jumping forward, I wrap my arms around his neck, sending us both sprawling into the plush carpet. I giggle at Jarrod’s surprise and seal his lips with mine.
The minute our lips touch, I find that I can’t get enough of this man. His taste bursts on my tongue as I straddle his hips. He grabs my bottom and presses me down on the pulsing length of his erection, trapped behind his pants. I feel out of control as he deepens our kiss, my hips frantically moving on him.
Jarrod suddenly flips us both so that he’s now the one looming above me. His eyes blaze with heat and my heart beat quickens as he frantically opens his pants, letting his hugely swollen cock burst free. He grabs hold of himself and clenching his jaw he strokes, precum pooling on the tip.
“I’m going to come the minute you enter me,” I admit, already feeling on the edge of pure and utter completion.
“You won’t be alone… Get rid of the shirt.”
I quickly shimmy out of the shirt, letting it drop to the floor, and then he’s thrusting forward, growling when he goes deeper, seconds before his mouth claims a nipple. The sensation of him being inside of me, and surrounding me is too much, and the minute he slides out and glides back inside, I come. My body feels so much pleasure that I can’t breathe as my core pulsates and ripples around him so tightly.
Jarrod gasps for breath and then grunts into my ear as he fills me with his own pleasure. The mini thrusts make my toes curl and goose bumps rise all over my body.
The feel of his soft lips against my neck causes me to shiver and clench around his shaft. Another burst of warm semen pours into me as he groans, breathing heavily against the curve of my neck.
“Jesus!” He pants. “You’d think at my age I’d have some control over my body,” Jarrod grumbles and then laughs. “Never thought I’d have the restraint of a horny teenager, or lack there of.”
I chuckle, my fingers running through his dark hair. “I was right there with you.” I bring him forward and kiss his sweet lips. “You’re going to be all crumpled.” I try to smooth out his creased shirt, running my hands over his broad shoulders.
“You can get me crumpled any time.” He kisses me on the nose before slowly pulling out. Smirking, he adds, “I’ve made a mes
s of you.”
I give him a throaty laugh while I stretch with my hands above my head.
He groans and closes his eyes. “You look so damn sexy that I think I should stay here today.”
My smile softens. “You need to go in.”
He sighs. “I know… I’ll be home as soon as I get everything that needs my attention sorted.”
He looks around and suspecting he’s looking for something to clean up with, I toss him the shirt that I’d discarded not too long ago. “It’s going in the wash.”
Wincing, he cleans his cock and groin while I watch licking my lips. By the time he gets his shorts and pants pulled up, he’s heavily aroused again. He holds himself against his stomach and manages to get the zipper up.
He grins and shaking his head, holds his hand out for me. He grabs the shirt and realizing he’s about to clean me, I grip his wrist. “I want to feel you.”
His eyes darken while he watches my lips and his breaths become heavy.
I tease some more, “As soon as you leave I’m going to get in the shower and use lots of slippery shower gel to clean up with.”
Closing his eyes, he shakes his head and steps away with an audible groan.
Wondering what he’s doing, he moves back toward me with a robe. “Put this on. I can’t handle you being naked and not being able to touch you.”
He fastens me into it before tipping his head to the side and watches me, a sexy smile touching his lips. Taking my left hand, he kisses my knuckles and slowly slips a ring onto my finger. “I love you,” he whispers and kisses the ring before he curls the tips of my fingers in his hand, leaving my engagement ring showing. “I was in San Francisco recently. I took a huge risk and bought this from Tiffany’s for you with every intention of asking you to marry me. Obviously, I kept putting it off thinking that you could do better than me and worrying about the a—”
“No one is better than you,” I interrupt as tears flow slowly down my cheeks while I admire the amazing ring. It’s heart-shaped with a blue diamond in the center, surrounded by diamonds. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… Thank you, and I love you so much.” I stretch up and wrap my arms around his neck, softly kissing his lips. “I’ll treasure this always.”
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