Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights)

by North, Cara

  He leaned back again and his fists gripped the cushions tighter. She could see every one of his knuckles turn white from the strain. “If it’s too much you just say the word, but remember. You have to say limit, Bo. I won’t stop just because you tell me to.”

  She realized that was a problem when he was in charge. She needed a word to express stop that was different than don’t move. Now they had one. Limit. She was about to push him right up to it she was sure.

  “Close your eyes and relax. Focus on the part that feels good, remember?” That is what he had said to her in this situation. As if realizing it he let out a nervous chuckle and then a long breath.

  Ivy went back to the task at hand. She pulled out a single exam glove from under the cushion. He didn’t notice because she put it on while she sucked the head of his penis into her mouth. She spread the lube everywhere, more than she needed to, but she wanted to be sure he was well prepared for it. She put her ungloved hand on the base of his cock and her finger at the tight bud of his anus.

  She licked and stroked with one as she rubbed and gently pressed with the other.

  “Wait, wait.” He said in a panic. She didn’t stop. “No. No.”

  His mouth said one thing, but his body said another. She watched the storm of emotions cross his features as she pressed harder and the tip of her finger penetrated.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, wait.” He groaned as her finger slid a fraction deeper.

  She wasn’t even at the first knuckle. She made a sound of encouragement and appreciation for the cock that she could have sworn just grew impossibly harder in her mouth and pressed deeper. She was searching for the almond size button inside of him the book said would be pleasurable when stroked.

  “No. No. Oh God. Wait. Limo whoa, whoa.” He might have been aiming for limit, but she found the reset button and once it was pressed, he was totally on board. “Do that again.”

  She couldn’t help but smile. He had fallen and before he hit the concrete, she had caught him. It was one of the best feelings she had ever had in her life. For him to let her get this far was an awesome display of trust.

  She stroked, she rubbed, and he erupted. Bo had enough shot in that protein on a regular day. He was too much for her and as much went down as came out as she tried to contain him. She looked at him at the same time he lifted his head to look at her. She let him watch as she tried to recover and consume the rest of it. She slowly slid her finger out as she finished.

  Pleased with his expression she slid the glove off.

  “Where did that come from?” He asked.

  “My playtime secrets.” She winked. “How do you feel?”

  He laughed. She loved when he laughed, even when it seemed like an odd time. He put his hand over his face and said, “Like I owe my little brother an apology.”

  Now she had to laugh too. “What?”

  “I told him I understood why he might want to do it, but I never understood why anyone would want it done. I kinda understand now, but I will never tell him that.” He let his hand fall from his face and when he looked at her again he asked, “You planned all of this for me?”

  “For us. This is just as much for me as it is for you. I want you to know I can be trusted with your body the way I trust you with mine.” She crawled up and straddled his lap. “Now unzip this dress for me.”

  “My pleasure.” He reached to the side and pulled the zipper down. His thumb stroked over the tattoo with his name on it. He asked, “My turn?”

  She laughed. “No. I’m not giving you the reigns now. You want control you plan out your own evening. You can’t hi-jack mine.”

  “No?” he asked as his lips moved to touch the ink.

  “No.” It was weak to her own ears.

  “I won’t make you wait. I promise I will take care of you right away.” He made a decent argument for getting control, but she was not going to do it.

  “Pull this dress off of me. Now, put your hands on, yes. Be gentle at first. Suck. Yes. That’s it.” She was straddling him, naked but for her high heels. “Put your finger in me. Push, harder, faster, more.”

  “I want to taste you.” He said against her neck. “Please, let me.”

  She moved until she was almost standing. The heels were too much to balance on the couch and she slipped.

  He actually caught her before she hit the ground. He yelled, “Are you okay? You scared me to death.”

  She giggled. It was a nervous laugh that came from the place that realized if he didn’t get a hold of her so quickly she would have hurt more than her ankle. “My ankle twisted, but I’m fine otherwise.”

  He moved until she was on the couch next to him. He moved his fingers over her ankle and she winced. “It’s going to swell. You need ice.”

  “No, I need you. It twisted. I’ve twisted an ankle before in heels and still had to walk a red carpet. I’ll survive.” She touched the spot on the back of his shoulder that had her name tattooed on it and said, “Where were we?”

  He frowned at her. He pulled off both of the heels and kissed her sore ankle. He said, “I’d feel better if you let me put ice on this.”

  “I’d feel better if you put your tongue inside of me.” That was probably the boldest thing she had ever said to him without coaching. He smiled at her. Shook his head and then moved them until she was comfortably lying on the couch and he was able to lean in and lave her labia. “Your mouth is amazing. You’re so good at this. Put your finger, yes. Make me come.”

  She had nothing to compare it by, but she was pretty sure he was exceptionally good at cunnilingus. As she arched into the waves of pure bliss rolling through her she called his name and told him she loved him. “Are you hard again?”

  “You know I am.” He nipped her thigh.

  She sat up and rolled over to lean over the couch. “I want you to put your big, beautiful cock inside of me. Ask me if you can.”

  “Can I put my dick inside of you?” He smiled.

  “Say it like you mean it.”

  “Please, let me fuck you from behind like this. I want to put my cock so deep into you. I want you to scream my name as I fuck you hard and fast this way.” He pressed into her as she nodded. She was at a loss for words. She loved it when he talked dirty to her.

  Chapter 10

  “It’s not that simple,” Bo explained to the photographer. “She’s not going to keep standing and waiting for everyone to get into place around her. You need to get them into place and then she can stand up.”

  Everyone was there for the photos. He was out of his mind, frustrated with his family, hers, and this damn photographer that no doubt was being paid well to be such a pain in the ass. He spoke in his exotic accent and said, “Only four more, Mr. Bliss.”

  He went to Ivy and said, “Do you want the last four? Sweetheart, we can call it a day. I don’t want you on that ankle. The kids are getting restless. My brother is being a dick, and if your sister puts anymore lipstick on my sister I am going to strangle them both!”

  “I think we’ve got it.” She touched his hand and he calmed a fraction.

  “You look stunning. I’m sorry this isn’t going the way you wanted it to go sweetheart.” He looked at her and knew this was not a real wedding. It was just a bunch of pictures to make it look like one. She had cancelled the December event because she would not fit into the dress that she had to have altered to fit into for this photo shoot. He felt like everything she wanted was slowly being taken away from her because he didn’t use a condom when they got married.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

  “Like what?”

  “Sad. You look…sad.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m not giving you what you want and I don’t know how to make it work.” He blew out a breath of frustration.

  “You are crazy, Bo Bliss.” She giggled. He frowned at her. “Seriously, look at you. You are fussing over everything like a mot
her hen. I’m fine. My ankle is good. It’s been fine for two days now. I got the dress fixed and it looks good too. Everyone is here and trying to play along when they really want to be in that big ass pool they have out there.”

  They had rented out a small winery that hosted events like this regularly. The place had a heated pool equipped with slides and a hot tub. It had already been a long day. He knew she was right, but he didn’t want her to sprain her ankle again. If it was up to him, she wouldn’t leave the house until after their baby was born, and then maybe not until the kid was eighteen. His possessive and protective nature was getting the best of him.

  “You’re right,” he admitted.

  “Where is my phone when I need it?” she asked as she stood.

  “In my pocket and I’m not repeating it.” He leaned in and smooched her lips. “I’m sorry.”

  “No.” She touched his face gently and added, “You try your best to give me everything you think I want, but you forget what you have already given me.”

  “A headache?” He sure had given himself one at this point.

  She pushed a hand through his hair and pulled him in for a hug. “You. I have you. I wanted these pictures, but I didn’t need them. The only thing I need is you.”

  He hugged her tightly.

  He cancelled the rest of the pictures and set the families and the few friends they had invited free to enjoy the winery, the pool, and the lush gardens. He had changed and was standing at a table near the pool when she came out in a bathing suit. He was surprised. They had not told anyone about the baby. She stepped next to him and removed the cover up.

  The people at the table barely paid any attention. She reached across for a bottle of water and that is when the first notice happened. It wasn’t that her belly or boobs were bigger.

  Adele made a disgusted sound and asked, “Does that say property of Bo Bliss?”

  Ivy looked at her and said, “Yes.”

  “What does?” Dale asked. He was curious and looking everywhere.

  Adele looked mad as hell and sounded equally ticked as she pointed and said, “She has it right there. It’s written on her. Did you write that on her?”

  “It’s tattooed there in his handwriting, yes.” Ivy stood up and three tables worth of people came over to look at them. Thankfully, the children were in the pool with Hank and Gordon.

  Bo put his hand on her waist and stood closer to her.

  Maybe it was because of the hand placement. Adele didn’t hesitate, “Wait are you?”

  “Am I what?” Ivy asked then tipped the water up to her lips.

  “Ivy, are you pregnant?” Ivy’s mother asked suddenly. “You look…”

  “I am. And yes, before anyone asks, you heard me correct the first time.” She lifted her arm and turned to let everyone see it. “It says property. That wasn’t an accident. It was by choice.”

  Adele stood up and stalked off towards the lodging. Alex didn’t bother to go after her. He didn’t say anything either. He picked up his glass of wine and sipped it as though nothing had transpired at all.

  People reacted primarily to the baby news. They were suddenly swamped with congratulations and well wishes and every female hand within reach was out to touch her belly. He was practically pushed backwards as both of their mothers hugged Ivy.

  “I’m going to get in the pool.” Bo chuckled as Ivy smiled and talked to the group of women now surrounding her.

  He pulled off his t-shirt and headed for the water.

  “Wait a minute!” Mathis called. “You stand right there for one second.”

  Bo didn’t listen. He took a decent run and then cannonballed into the pool. When he came up, Mathis was at the edge waiting with arms folded. He was wearing a pair of neon pink and green swim shorts. Bo was sure eventually he would be blind because of his fashion choices. “What?”

  “Mr. Bliss. If I am not mistaken there is a little something on your shoulder.” Mathis said it loud enough for others to hear.

  One of her nieces had swum over to where he was and started reading it out loud for everyone. “It says property of Ivy Bliss.”

  “I knew you were a keeper, but this is something else. You go ahead with your bad self.” Mathis grinned.

  “Do not get any ideas.” His partner, a guy Bo had not met before today, said. Mathis laughed and the two walked off together in a conversation all their own.

  The girls swam up to him on either side and asked, “Does this mean Aunt Ivy owns you like I own my turtle?”

  He laughed. “It means that my heart belongs to her.”

  “Why didn’t you let her write it on your chest then?” The other one asked.

  “You’ll understand one day when you are older.” He laughed again and pushed off the side of the pool. He got out and walked towards Ivy as she walked towards him. “I don’t know how to explain this to them.”

  “I see you figured out how to tame that dragon,” May said as she passed.

  They both said at the same time, “Yes, I did.”

  He looked at Ivy and she looked at him. They burst out laughing.

  May smiled and said, “I’m happy for you both then.”

  Bo pulled Ivy into a hug and she squealed because he was soaking wet and she was still completely dry. He bussed a kiss on her lips and then let her go. He stepped into his shoes and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  He was inside the men’s room when the door opened. He didn’t think anything of it until the tap of heels hit the tile floor. He looked over his shoulder and saw Adele walking towards him.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” He tried to finish and move as quickly as possible.

  “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.

  “Psycho, I’m not doing anything to you.” He tried to walk past her but the place had three urinals and one stall and not a lot of space to navigate in. She stepped to one side then the next to block him. He didn’t want to get too close to her either.

  “No?” She stomped. “The tattoo, the baby? Those should be mine. You know they should be mine, Bo. You love me. You’ve always loved me. I love you. I made a mistake.”

  He was trying to physically keep himself in check. He wanted to push her out of the way, but he wouldn’t touch her. He hoped someone would come to the damn bathroom and save him.

  “Let me pass.”

  “Is that all you have to say to me?” She was crying. Many, many years ago that would have been enough for him to stop and listen to her, but not anymore.

  “Yes, damn it. Move.” He moved left and then right quickly enough to get past her.

  She saw the tattoo on his shoulder and screamed at him. She was still screaming as he left the bathroom and started back towards the pool. He thought she would quit when she realized where he was going, but she didn’t.

  He veered off because he wasn’t going to put Ivy or his brother through that humiliation. He stopped once he had plenty of room to run if he had to and faced her. “Stop it. You are married to my brother. I’m married to Ivy. I love her. Stop.”

  “You don’t.” She sobbed. “You love me. You told me you loved me.”

  “When?” Ivy asked from one direction. Then he heard another familiar voice coming in the opposite direction of Ivy. They were in a horrible square of mismatched couples facing one another.

  Alex repeated the question, “Yeah, when?”

  Adele was surprised to get busted and she sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Always. He always did.”

  He looked at Ivy and moved towards her. She looked at him cautiously and began walking toward him. “No. I did once, but I don’t anymore. I haven’t for a very long time.”

  He hated saying he ever loved her, but he was engaged to Adele in the past, so he couldn’t lie. He looked at his big brother and hated that he was hearing this. If it was just Ivy, Bo could rest easier. Ivy would believe him and everything would be okay. No matter what Alex believed, nothing would be okay for him ever again.
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br />   “How much have you had to drink Adele?” Alex asked.

  “I’m not drunk!” she shouted. Bo realized then that she was a bit wobbly. “I’m pissed off. I wanted a baby. He wouldn’t give me one. You won’t give me one.”

  Ivy gripped his back hard and he looked from her to Adele then to Alex as he shouted, “I can’t! I can’t fucking give you a baby. I physically can’t do it. You are such a bitch, Adele! I’ve given you everything else, but nothing is good enough. He didn’t want to have a baby with you. Don’t you remember that? He didn’t want kids. I did. I couldn’t. I tried. I fucking tried!”

  “I hate you!” Adele said weakly and dropped to the ground in a crying heap.

  Bo watched his brother take two steps towards her before he stopped. He could see the moment Alex broke. He watched his knees fold and the man drop. He felt Ivy’s grip tighten on his flesh and she hugged him close. “Bo! You have to help him.”

  “I’m not leaving you.” He looked down at her.

  “I’m going to go talk to her.” Ivy had big fat tears in her eyes.

  “No, no you are not. She is crazy and I don’t know what I would do Ivy if she touched you. I know she’s a woman, but I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He wasn’t going to let her go.

  She looked over her shoulder at the pair in pain and said, “Look at her. She’s destroyed. You said you didn’t know what brought them together, what they want from each other. Now you know. She doesn’t want you. She wants him. She just wants what I have with you because she couldn’t get it from you, and he wanted to give it to her.”

  He shook his head no and held tight as she pulled away from him.

  “I’ll be careful. Trust me. You have to trust me.” She pulled harder and said, “Go talk to your brother, Bo. He needs you.”

  Bo looked around the small area they were in and wondered how soon someone else would stumble upon the scene. He wasn’t letting Ivy go. Alex had put his hands over his face. He removed them and Bo could tell, even across the distance, his brother was crying. Adele was much more vocal and dramatic about it. Alex pushed to stand up again and wiped his eyes. Bo was glad because it stopped Ivy from trying to fix this situation.