Funny. I thought I was the communication nut. I supply information, it’s part of my task in Broken Deeds MC, and yet keep my mouth shut most of the time, to anyone for that matter. Opening up isn’t an option. You internalize the pain and you learn to embrace the flames that lash out at every angle. With everything I’ve been through, the shit I’ve seen…the human part of me has forgotten to live. Just a robot functioning on autopilot to get through the days.
I still have ghosts shattered in pieces running through my head and I need to set her straight. “I wasn’t with Arthur when he died. I didn’t sign up for a second tour. Medical discharge.” Guilt swamps me because I should, and would have fucking been there, if it wasn’t for that fucked up training incident.
“Right. Bone shattering matter, well duh.” She rubs her eyes. “Clearly I forgot about that detail. Although you could have died too you know, from the accident you had or if you did sign up and…right. No need to tell you more details. I’m sure many options are branded in your brain as it is.”
See? This woman doesn’t tiptoe around me. She’s a spark that could reboot my whole being…if I let her. Except after all these years, there might not be anything to reboot at all. I know damn well that denying a possibility is similar to standing in front of a door, being told it’s locked. Do you try to find out for yourself? Or walk away without making sure? Right. That’s why my ass, only covered with boxers, is sliding underneath the covers beside her.
Ivy grabs the remote and puts on a movie without asking for my opinion. Honestly, I couldn’t care less because my mind is still processing the whole day. From giving chase on my bike, trying to save Ramrod from being gun downed by one of our own, to getting shot at that made my bike crash. Hence the reason I ended up in Ivy’s hands.
And what are the chances? I mean they could have taken me to another hospital, could have been another doctor, but no…it had to be her. Arthur was one of the casualties that were killed during subsequent fighting on the ground. Lochlan was part of the team, he saw Arthur die. I should have been there too. Would have been there…if only…shit. I rub at the ache in my chest while vivid memories and guilt wash over me.
To my surprise, Ivy snuggles close, as if she can feel the turmoil running through me. Hell, maybe she can because I’m stiff as a board and yet soft lingering touches from her fingers sliding over my inked pecs makes the tension fade.
“So…” Ivy whispers before she clears her throat and adds in a firmer voice, “Do you slide into the beds of women often after coming to their rescue to chase off stalkers…while being a stalker yourself?”
Fuck. She’s too damn much. Stunning, smart, witty, single, and lying in bed next to me. “Nah, Doc. That honor only belongs to you.”
“Hmm,” she hums. “So no secret girlfriends then?”
Placing two fingers underneath her chin, I lock our gaze so she can see the truth in my eyes. “I’ve never claimed an ol’lady, or had a girlfriend for that matter. You’re the first and even that wasn’t supposed to happen. Stanley harassing you, Lochlan calling dibs and wanting your pussy. Dammit, I’m not cut out for that shit but I couldn’t just let those fuckers have you.”
Ivy narrows her eyes. “Not cut out for that shit? What’s that supposed to mean? And I didn’t agree to be your…ol’lady thing because I’m not cut out for that boyfriend, man thing.”
Chapter 08
***Ivy***
“No shit? I wonder what gave that away…lemme think…your bag of fake dicks?” He starts to laugh but I curl my fingers around his jaw and tighten my grip.
“We will never mention that ever again. I might have had a few too many beers but the pizza sobered me up some. I might lack in bedroom stuff but there’s no reason at all to make fun of me, or make me uncomfortable, got it?” I let go and push myself away from him.
Or at least try because his arm is around my waist and pulling me back against him. “One question, if you give me an honest answer…I’ll drop the fake dicks…fuck that sounds weird.”
“What’s the question?” I ask and glare at the annoying man.
“When and why did you buy the first one?” There’s no smile or humor on his face.
Is he freaking serious? “What’s it to you? And should I mention that’s two questions instead of just one?”
I need to shut this conversation down. There’s no way I’m going to answer why I bought the first one. With him being the reason I started craving a release that involved filling me up and…dammit. “I’m sleepy, the beer and food are,”
“Oh, no you don’t. I need a name of the guy that got you addicted to dick shopping.” Now he freaking chuckles.
“What would you like to hear? Right after I saw you the last time? Hmmm, that would stroke your…ego, right?” Ha, honesty and denial, perfect answer.
His breathing seems to stop when he takes his time watching me. I’m getting way uncomfortable with his staring.
“Fuck.” Chopper rubs a hand over his head. “Why the hell did you say that? For fuck’s sake woman, I know you’re not lying, I can tell.”
Shit, shit, and double shit. “What do you mean ‘I can tell’? That’s impossible.”
“Don’t gimme that,” he growls. “Your eyes give me a step by step walk through. They light up, dim, bounce around, and fucking pierce straight through me. I might be lacking communication skills but I’ve been known to read people better than their own thought process. And you, Ivy…you might shield a lot from others, and it might be the beers you drank, but you’re allowing me to read you thoroughly.”
When did I lie down on my back and when did he cover his body with mine? Towering over me…shit, mental note…no more beers when I’m around this guy.
“What am I thinking now?” I breathe and watch his eyes dilate as if he’s opening up to swallow me.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “That you’re considering trading your fake stuff for the real thing.”
“Geez, you make it sound so tempting.” I roll my eyes and gasp when he grinds his hips against me.
“Nothing’s more tempting than you,” he mutters before he slams his mouth over mine.
My eyes close involuntarily and a moan escapes me, allowing him to swirl his tongue inside my mouth. There’s so much raw intensity flowing around us that it’s somehow overriding my brain and there’s only animalistic instincts left. Hands roam, bodies grind, tongues dance, and it’s not enough…we both need more.
Chopper pulls back, disconnecting our lips while his eyes stays locked on my mouth. “I need to bury myself inside you so bad right now. Tell me you want it too or else I’ll,”
My hands slide up to cup his head. “Oh, yes,” I mumble while I pull him down and move my leg in an effort to give him more room. Chopper hisses and it’s then I realize I kicked his leg.
He leans his forehead against my shoulder. “Fuck. Gimme a second here.”
I tighten my grip and pull his head up. “Roll over.”
“Roll over?” Chopper snorts. “I think you’ve had a bit too much control, I’m not one of your…”
“We weren’t going to mention them again.” I glare but suddenly I realize what he said earlier about my eyes and how he can read me…because I can clearly read him.
His mouth is tight and his eyes carry a hint of pain and yet they are overflowing with desire. My chest aches to soothe this beast who’s shielding way too much.
“I’m not trying to take control.” Swallowing my nerves, I add, “I’ve never done this, remember…can I just set the pace here?”
Okay, that might not have come out quite right but it’s way better than ‘you’re hurt so lay down and let me do the work.’ Right? Hell if I know how to seduce a guy in bed, but I do know the basics. In theory. Shit. My breath whooshes out when he rolls us over, making me straddle him in the process.
“How about we keep it to; it’s the first time for us? But I advise you to embrace this moment because when my leg heals I won’t give up
much control again.” There’s a vow in his tone that makes me shiver.
The thought of letting him take full control over my body is an empowering thought. Although I have no clue where this is going, I’m embracing this moment as he said. Even if it’s just to make a dusty lust filled dream from my past become reality. To have sex with the guy who made me crave sexual interaction.
I might have fantasized it was him every time I played with one of my toys…yet the one I’m seeing now as I pull down his boxer shorts is nothing compared to the rubber ones. I wasn’t kidding when I told Chopper the number of dicks I’ve seen in my lifetime. Seen, handled, as a doctor…but now that I’m seeing his, it’s through a whole different set of eyes.
Curious, I lean down and let my tongue trail over the tip. His curses flow through the air at the same time his fingers dive into my hair to keep my head locked in position. Opening, I take his dick into my mouth and move down until he hits the back of my throat. I’m barely halfway down because my hand is curled around his thick, hard length. Working in sync, I move up and down with my hand and mouth in slow strokes.
Chopper pulls my hair back and I watch how he replaces my hand with his, gripping his own dick and guiding it over my lips. “Fuck. Look at that…you have no idea how much strength it takes for me to hold back. I want to pin you in place while I jerk off and shoot my load all over your face. See how I boil over with that thought, sweetheart? It’s already leaking out. Show me your tongue so I can give you a little taste…but beware, Ivy…you’re not allowed to rip more cum from my body. Not until I’ve buried myself deep inside your sweet and tight cunt that you’ve saved especially, and only, for me. Understood?”
Breathe. I have to remember to breathe. How can anyone focus during sex? This man is taking away all my bodily functions and replacing them with blind lust.
“Understood, Ivy?” he grinds out through his teeth.
“Yes,” I breathe and lick my lips before I stick my tongue out like he just asked me to.
Chapter 09
***Chopper***
My pre-cum painting her tongue is enough to tighten the grip I have on my cock. I’m basically trying to block the sucker from blowing my load. Damn. I want her. Badly enough to find the strength to make her crawl up my body. She’s hovering that tight cunt above me. And it will be tight because the fake dicks won’t be something to compare my cock with, but she’ll find that out soon enough.
My fingertip brushes over her clit. “You’re not going to sink down and swallow my cock with your slick cunt, Ivy. Not yet. Now take off your shirt and hold one of your tits up for me because my hands are busy and I want your nipple between my teeth while I finger-fuck you.”
Her indrawn breaths are as raw as my voice. Feelings. How open and consuming they are…such a massive contrast. I’m unable to talk about shit but the language and voicing my thoughts, my feelings in this moment are endless. All because there’s a need.
I knew she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra but knowing and seeing are two very different things. Shamelessly she does as she’s told, cupping that fine set of tits as she leans forward so I can let my tongue slide over a very hard peak.
“Damn,” I hiss with my mouth filled with boob. “You’re so wet for me but even then, it’s hard for me to push a finger inside, sweetheart. No matter how slow we’ll go, or how much I prepare this cunt, that now belongs to me, even with those rubber things you used…doesn’t matter, taking my cock is going to burn. But I swear I’ll make it good.”
With one hand on her hip, the other palming my cock, I slowly guide her down. Just a few inches in and she starts to whimper. With a firm grip on her hip, I cup her face and drag her down for a kiss, one where I let her feel what she does to me. The longing to take care of her and cherish the essence of what life has to offer the both of us. Fuck. How can she do this to me? I’m thankful that these thoughts flow freely inside my head and yet there’s no way I’ll ever be able to voice them.
I feel her weight pressing down on me and her kiss turns hungry, greedy, as if she’s craving something more. How I hate that my leg is stitched up and throbbing and yet I manage to shift the pain and let lust fill my veins. In this moment I feel invincible with my body fully charged to stake my claim. Brand her with my seed and show her cunt to whose cock she belongs to. She feels so damn good, it’s never felt so good.
Fuck.
Condom. I’m bare inside of her and even if it’s just a few inches it feels fucking magical. But how could I skip that fucking part and she’s a doctor for Christ’s sake. Guiding herself up on her knees, she sinks back down and I lose it. I don’t fucking care about wrapping up to prevent pregnancy. I’m clean and this being her first time…
I roll us over and ignore the throbbing in my leg because my cock is overriding the pulsation. Catching both her wrists, I pin them above her head and keep them there. Her eyes are shut and her whole face is lighting up in ecstasy. I tweak her left nipple and start to thrust deep inside, pushing my body slightly up so I can watch how my cock is slamming back and forth into her tight heat.
Ivy struggles to get her arms free. Not a chance in hell, sweetheart. “Take it, Ivory. Take me.” As I am. I mentally add.
Her eyes flash open and I know the very reason she’s shocked. I voiced her full name, one I found buried in documents because even as a sixteen-year-old she was using Ivy already.
“Mine,” I snarl and hover above her face.
Before she can spill words from her fuckable mouth, I slam my lips down over hers and find her clit with my fingers in the limited space between our bodies. All it takes is a mere touch before I’m allowed to swallow her screams as she strangles my cock in a vice grip.
My eyes roll back inside my skull when my balls draw up tight and cum fires off to brand the cunt that’s got me hooked. How can I blow my load and with every pulse my cock gives it intensifies the need to do this again? As in right now, every pose, for an unforeseeable amount of time.
But my body has other thoughts. It’s as if the orgasm drained all the energy straight out of me. I crash down but manage to twist and fall on the mattress beside Ivy. My hand lingers between her legs, my fingers sliding through her folds, and I swear my cock twitches from the feel of our mixed juices.
“I want to fuck you again so bad, but I can’t.” My voice sounds like a whine and I damn well know I’m acting like a kid who wants his next favorite toy.
Ivy chuckles and lifts herself up on her elbows. Her eyes slide down and remain on my cock before something else catches her attention, making her jump off the bed and curse.
“What?” I snap, annoyed by the way she jumped off the bed. Fuck, doesn’t she realize? “I know we didn’t use protection. Don’t freak the fuck out on me. We’ll handle what life throws in our path.”
Her eyes widen and I get the impression that...
“Dammit, how stupid am I?” she mutters and shakes her head. “I didn’t even think…but that’s not why I freaked out, look.” Ivy points at my leg and suddenly the throbbing makes sense when I see my leg is bleeding.
Without saying much more, she stalks into the bathroom and comes out with a first aid kit. “Just so you know, I’m on the pill. Have been for years. Oh, and clean. You?”
“I’d never would have fucked you bare if I wasn’t clean.” I manage to keep some of my anger back.
“Right,” she mutters.
Ivy’s eyes are down and I’m not liking it one fucking bit. “I mean it, Ivory. I’ve never dipped my cock into another body without a fucking condom.” And again, I’m snapping at her. Christ, how fucked up am I?
Her gaze locks on mine. “No one calls me Ivory.”
“I do,” I state and don’t add anything else.
She releases a deep breath and grabs my leg causing me to grunt and look at what the fuck she’s doing.
“Dammit,” we both snap.
My leg is obviously bleeding and I guess...
“You ripped a few stitches
. Lay back down, let me close them with some strips. And don’t you dare move that leg from now on.” She’s back to ordering me around and I’m feeling drained as it is, so I just close my eyes, lie back, and let her take care of me.
Chapter 10
***Ivy***
This time when I open my eyes, I see sunlight bursting through my bedroom. There were a few times during the night when Chopper was restless. Nightmares. His jerky movements and mumbling caused me to wake up. He only settled back to sleep when I would curl myself around him, stroking his chest with my cheek to snuggle as close as I could. Then he would wrap his arm around my waist and hold me tight. I’m not an idiot. I know very well the accident he had with his bike and hurting his leg brought back memories he must have buried deep.
Reaching out, I come up empty. Glancing to my left, I see Chopper left the bed at some point during the night because the left side of the bed is cold. The thought is unsettling and yet I hear noise coming from my kitchen. It would be worse if he left me here alone, right? At least he’s still in the house.
Getting out of bed brings a smile to my face. My body aches in places I never knew was possible. Amazing sex. Most definitely on my to do list today. But first, coffee. And see what the morning brings because everything is new to me. Sex. A guy in my house…hell, a guy in my life because I asked him again about it and he won’t budge…I’m his ol’lady. Would that make him my boyfriend? Okay, one day at a time. Grabbing some underwear, sweatpants, and a shirt, I make fast work to freshen up in the bathroom.
When I stroll into the kitchen I come to an abrupt stop. The guy standing in the kitchen isn’t Chopper. “What are you doing here?” I gasp in shock.
“Making coffee,” he says and adds, “we need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. I have no freaking clue what you think you’re doing here, but you need to leave.” I swing my arm in the direction of the door. “Right now, please.” I can tell he’s ready to argue so I continue, “Listen, Lochlan…I get it, your friend is an idiot. He was supposed to be here if he wanted a shot at me being his ol’lady. Clearly, he changed his mind because you’re here instead. I’m not into the whole ‘let’s share’ thing so I don’t even care what you have to say, I just want you to leave.”
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