by Elle Boon
Gripping a handful of her hair in his fist, he made sure she couldn’t look away. “You shouldn’t have followed us.”
Ivy slapped his chest once, twice, three times, then her hands went around his neck, pulling him down to her. “I will always follow you.”
He looked around them, the dark night lit by stars and the soft glow of the moon the only lights. In the still of the moment, he bent, taking her lips in a kiss that was a claiming. She was his, and he’d make damn sure nobody else could hurt her.
The need for oxygen had him breaking away from her lips, her arms around his neck squeezed. “We need to go before my body overtakes my mind and I end up fucking you where we stand,” he muttered, kissing her again because he could do nothing else.
“I don’t care where we are. I want you now.” She released her hold, wriggling until he dropped his arms. Staring transfixed at the sight before him, he swore he was in heaven as her top was pulled over her head, then tossed aside. Her eyes held him spellbound while her fingers unsnapped her bra, giving him a glimpse of the perfect mounds while she peeled one side back then the other, her shoulders rolling helped her remove the scraps of silk and lace.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” In all honesty, he’d die happily if he was buried inside Ivy.
She unsnapped the button on her jeans, the sound of her zipper going down excited the fuck out of him. For too many nights he’d fantasized about seeing all of her laid out before him. Again, he looked around the clearing. “Wait,” he ordered, stopping the shimming she was doing to get the tight as fuck denim off. He scooped her off the ground and carried her around to the passenger side, opening the door with one hand while still holding her with the other. Slowly, he let her slide down his front, the sweet sensation of her hard little nipples scraped against his shirt covered chest. He had yet to show her his scars from the removal of the cancer and the surrounding tissue. Hell, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever told her the extent of his fight. A fight he won and was at the five year mark, meaning he was considered cancer free. Not in remission, but in the clear.
“There’s something I need you to know,” he broke eye contact, looking over the city below.
“Whatever it is, if you’re not married or have a girlfriend, and you’re not gay, which I’d be fine with, but clearly we’d have to—”
Tymber silenced her ramblings with a kiss, his body aching to feel her nakedness against him. “Lets get a few things straight. One, I’m not now nor have I ever been attracted to men. Two, I don’t have a woman in my life, other than my sisters and nieces. Three, I’m done talking for the moment, woman. Take those jeans off unless you don’t like them, which I’d then happily destroy as I stripped you. Your decision.” He waited, watching Ivy’s chest move up and down was a work of art.
“What about you?” Her sassy words were accompanied by a grin.
He undid the top button on his jeans, the crown of his dick sprung free from the tight confines. “I don’t want to get caught with my clothes off, but I promise you this, once I get you to my place, you can explore ‘til your heart’s content.”
Her hand moved, the tip of her finger ran over the top, spreading the moisture over the head. “What about me?”
“Trust me, if anyone shows up, I’ll be able to keep them occupied until you’re dressed. I have a feeling I won’t be wanting anyone else to see this body but me,” he groaned at the feel of her hand fisting his dick. “Pants off, Ivy,” he ordered.
He sighed at the loss of her touch, until seeing her shimmy the jeans down her legs, taking a little scrap of lace with them. She stood straight, letting him look at her. “Fuck you’re perfect.”
With her jeans below her, she knelt, grabbed his jeans and opened the fly further. Tymber nearly came at the sight of her kneeling before him, her pink little tongue swiping over her lips. God, he wanted to feel her mouth on him. “You planning on staring at my dick all night?”
Ivy leaned in, placing a kiss to the top of his aching cock, then swiped her tongue across, moaning as she slipped her mouth over the end. Tymber tunneled his hand into her hair, palming the back of her head, guiding her in the rhythm he wanted. She kept one hand on the base, keeping him from going too far. Pulling off, she looked up at him. “I can’t take it all,” she explained.
He nodded, giving her head a little tug. “Babe, what you’re doing is perfect.”
Ivy licked the tip again, her eyes fluttering closed. Tymber wanted to order her to look at him, but he too felt the need to close his eyes and enjoy. Only the image of her, on her knees sucking him was one he didn’t want to miss. He let her suck him for a few more minutes, each second was a lesson in control. Finally, he tugged her off him, lifting her to a standing position. “The first time I come with you, I want it inside your pussy, not your mouth. Although I do reserve the right to replay this scenario again.”
“But I was enjoying myself,” Ivy pouted.
He placed her on the leather seat of her passenger side, his body moving between her thighs. “So was I, baby.” He stared down at her gorgeous body, spread out like an offering across the front seat of her vehicle. “Damn, I could look at you for days and still not have my fill of you.”
Ivy trailed her hand down her chest, tweaking both pert nipples before moving down to cover her mound. “I need you now,” she breathed out.
Wanting to give her what she wanted and what he needed, he moved back a pace, then he did what he wanted, taking her left breast into his mouth, sucking the tip before releasing it and doing the same to its twin. Ivy ground against him, his dick so fucking hard he was sure he’d come two seconds after entering her. He gave her nibbling kisses, sucking the skin between his lips, leaving his mark on her until he reached paradise at the apex of her thighs. “I love this,” he whispered, running his nose through the neatly trimmed hair at the top. He spread her lips open, closing his lips over the hardened bundle of nerves. With his thumbs holding her open, he licked her from top to bottom, making her moan. He shifted, using one hand to spread those sweet pink lips, exposing her to his gaze, to his taking. “You’re beautiful.” He slipped a finger inside, the warm wetness meeting him let him know she was on board and enjoying what he was doing. Adding a second finger, he pumped them in slowly while he licked her clit in a circular motion.
The flex and release on his fingers came seconds before she moaned his name. He pumped in and out with both fingers, making sure to let her ride out her orgasm. Once he was sure she was finished, he fished into the back pocket of his jeans, taking out his wallet, he pulled a condom out.
She stared at him, then sat up. “Let me.” Ivy took the small foil wrapper, opening it with her teeth. In what he swore was an act to kill a man, she rolled the latex over his swollen dick.
He couldn’t contain the thrust of his hips at her ministrations. “Damn, you done playing yet?” he questioned, running his finger through her folds. He used her wetness to coat his cock, hating the need for the condom.
“I was done playing a long time ago, Tymber.” Ivy placed one foot on the dash, the other on the seat of the Bronco. “Please, make love to me.”
Tymber shook his head. “You never have to beg me, unless I ask you to, Ivy.”
With her hand guiding him, he pressed forward, watching the tip of his dick disappear inside Ivy, a vision he would always remember. In shallow thrusts, he moved in and out, going slowly so he didn’t hurt her. He lifted two fingers to her mouth, his dick jerked at the sight of her sucking them like she’d done his dick just moments ago. With a little pop, he brought the now wet tips to her clit, rubbing in slow tight circles, at the same time he began moving faster. In, out, in, slow, fast and then slow again. The flex and tightening surrounding him made it harder to hold back. “I’m close. Come with me, let me feel you coming around my cock, Ivy.”
Her hips swiveled, eyes glassy, she gasped for air. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Tymber pulled almost all the way out, watching her body as
he pushed back in, then repeated the motion, slamming back inside harder, rubbing her clit at the same time. The near stranglehold of her inner muscles made it almost impossible for him to hold back, yet he did. “I want to hear you. Tell me what you need, baby.”
Ivy’s mouth opened on a silent scream, moaning as he pulled back. “Dammit, fuck me harder, faster,” she gasped.
He looked down to where they were connected, then up at her. A grin tilting his lips as he lifted his fingers off her clit. With a wink, he used his left hand to hold her open, the tiny bundle of flesh exposed to the night air and him, he gave her a little tap with his right hand. The instant flutter around his girth had him moaning. Another tap, this one a bit harder and on top of her clit instead of her mound made her squeal. Close. He was so fucking close, but so was she.
Two quick slaps to her pussy made her scream his name, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice. He swore he saw heaven when his name was yelled out, her hips rolling and opening for his thrusts. With a groan, he let himself go, the tingle at the base of his spine no longer ignored as he came, calling her name.
“Motherfuck, that was amazing,” he panted. Leaning down, he kissed her, loving every unique flavor that was Ivy. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off, think you can drive to my place? It’s literally a five mile drive from here.”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure my body is my own yet.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him inside her.
Tymber felt his cock twitch, but pulled out, the condom filled with come. “Come on, I’ll make this up to you.”
Ivy sat up, their bodies almost touching. “If you plan to do better than that, I think we need to have a doctor on standby.”
He had to agree, them coming together was the best thing he’d ever experienced. However, he was ready to try again just as soon as he got her to his place. He helped her to her feet, unable to stop his hands from smoothing over her sweet little ass. “Get dressed, Ivy. I’d tell you to drive naked, but I don’t want to push our luck.” The thought of someone coming upon her while she was undressed made his inner caveman rear its head.
He picked up her shirt, shaking it off before handing it to her. She slipped her panties on, then slid the top over her head. Her jeans were next, but first he shook them out, not wanting her to get dirty with the dust and gravel that littered the ground where the jeans had been laying. While she shimmied into the black denim, he adjusted his own clothes. “Follow me,” he said once he had her sitting in the front seat behind the wheel.
Ivy lifted her hand, her finger curling toward her. “I need a kiss first.”
Chapter Seven
Ivy loved the slight scratch from his beard as he rubbed his cheek against hers, after giving her a kiss that nearly stole her breath. Her body still tingled from his possession, but god, she was ready for round two.
She drove behind him as butterflies danced in her stomach. The slow pace this time was different than the one up to the clubhouse. A shiver wracked her as she thought of all the ways the meeting could’ve gone sideways. Her lips trembled at the image of Rooster holding a knife to his throat. “Never again,” she promised the night. The club had been her life before. Now, her life was going to be whatever she made it. She just hoped Tymber wanted to be a part of her life after what he went through. “I’ll convince him some way.”
A bright star above flared, drawing her attention. She smiled at the sight of a shooting star crossing above her. She kept her eyes open and on the taillight of Tymber’s Harley as she made a wish. Looking back up, the streaking star was gone. “I loved you, Luke,” she said in a low tone, letting the night take her words away through the open top of the Bronco. And she had loved Luke just as he’d loved her. If either of them could’ve changed him, she was sure they’d have done it. Life wasn’t all sunshine and roses, She knew that from her time living with her mother and her stepdad. Yeah, she’d had it bad, but some had it worse. With Tymber, she wanted a fresh start, yet she didn’t want to forget her past. Every mark, every memory, is what made her who she was today, warts and all.
As promised, Tymber slowed his bike, turning onto a drive that was nearly as hidden as the Royal Sons clubhouse. Her breath caught in her throat at the view in front of her. His home looked like an old farmhouse, combined with an industrial structure. The concrete part wasn’t as cold stacked against the barn like structure. Lights lit up the front in a rainbow of colors.
Pulling up next to him, she twisted the key, letting silence greet her. “This is beautiful.” Beautiful and expensive.
“This is or rather was my grandparents’ place. I was left it when they both passed away.” He stood just outside her door, waiting for her to make a move.
Oh, she was aware he wanted her like she wanted him, but he was letting her make the choice. Stay or go. Her door creaked as she shoved it open. “Do I get a tour?”
His chuckle made all her girly parts stand up and sing. “You really want a tour?”
Ivy hopped down, shaking her head. “Later,” she said.
Her words triggered his need, making him eliminate the space between them. “Grab whatcha need, baby. This is going to be a long night.”
“Shit, my purse and everything is back at the clubhouse.”
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, it’s about you and me.” At her nod, he leaned his shoulder into her stomach, lifting her onto him. “Woman, I hope you know I plan to stamp my claim on every delectable inch of you. If you aren’t on board with that, tell me no.”
Ivy laughed, her hands going into his back pockets, giving a squeeze to each firm cheek. “Oh no, your wallet’s gone.”
Tymber slapped her ass, then pulled the wallet out of the front pocket of his jeans, a chain connected to the end kept him from misplacing the thing. He punched in the code to his front door, opening it once the locks disengaged. He moved forward, the alarm blinking red told him nobody had been there since he’d left. With a quick motion, he put the numbers into the keypad, waiting until the box blinked green. Once he made sure the door was locked, he set the alarm again. He didn’t want to be disturbed by unwanted visitors. Small lights illuminated the hallways, allowing him to see his way to his bedroom. Ivy’s silence almost unnerved him.
“You still with me?” he asked.
“You can’t get rid of me. I’m like a tick on a hound dogs back,” she joked.
At the side of his bed, he laughed. “I’ll show you hound dog,” he warned, tossing her down onto the huge California King bed. “There’s something I want to show you, something I should’ve explained before.”
Ivy scrambled up, sitting on her knees facing him. “Whatever it is, just say it. Surely, it’s worse in your mind than reality?”
Tymber touched the lamp next to the bed, the soft glow giving light to the darkened room. “I should’ve opened the curtains.” He motioned toward the bank of windows across from the bed.
“Quit stalling and tell me. I’m assuming the light is so you can see my reactions?” Ivy bit down on her lip.
“I always was better at showing than telling,” he muttered. His eyes locked on hers. He grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt, pulling it over his head, the material held in front of him. “I, fuck. I had cancer. Breast. I mean I had breast cancer. I had a partial mastectomy followed by a round of chemo.”
Ivy’s hand covered her mouth, horror lit her green stare. “Are you, okay?”
He tossed the black T-shirt onto the hamper. “Yeah, I’m at the five year mark.” He explained what that meant.
“Your tattoo, did you get it to cover the scars?” She shuffled closer to the edge of the bed.
Tymber turned away, not wanting to see pity on her face. “I already had a tattoo that covered my chest. Once I knew I was going to live, I decided to have plastic surgery to fix the outer package. The meetings helped with the inner package.”
“At the center that night. You were at a cancer survivors meeting?”
He loo
ked over his shoulder, floored to see her standing next to his bed taking off her clothes. “What’re you doing?” he asked, his body immediately reacting to her nudity.
Ivy walked up to him, her naked body perfection to him. “Did you think I would turn away because of that?”
The curtains concealed them inside, but he wanted out. Or at least able to see out. With a press of a button, the blackout curtains parted, giving them a glimpse of the pool beyond. “In all honesty, I didn’t know.” He turned fully toward her.
Ivy jumped at the last second, his arms opening for the little spitfire. “Mmm, I wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you.” She wiggled around, her legs locked behind his back, her arms around his neck. “So much better than in my fantasies.”
Tymber smiled, unable to stop himself. “You comfy?” The palms of his hands held her ass, the firm globes a perfect fit for him.
She tugged on his hair, almost like he did to her. “Now, where were we? Oh, you thought I was a shallow beotch who couldn’t love you because of your scars, or the fact you kicked cancer’s ass? Silly man, I’d love you even if you were a roadmap of scars. We all have scars, some are outside like yours, but some are inside, like mine.” She pressed her lips over his, keeping whatever he had to say inside. “I’ve not told you my sordid past, not completely. If you found out I used to be a junkie, or gave a baby up for adoption, would you think less of me?”
His fingers dug into the flesh nestled in his palms. “Fuck no. Did you?”
“No, but I could’ve. The reason Luke and I were so close, was mainly because we’d known each other since we started school. I told him I’d fallen in love with him, and one day we’d be married. He’d just beat Tommy Smith up for pulling my pigtails and making me cry. As only a boy would do, he snorted and went off to play. Then, in junior high, he told me he loved me and would marry me one day after I punched Sally Belle for breaking his heart. It was only as we hit high school and I kissed him we realized it wasn’t how we expected. There wasn’t this big explosion of uncontrollable urges from either of us, but we still tried. Hell, I was naked, and he was only in a pair of boxer briefs. When his dick didn’t even twitch, we agreed we were better off as friends. Now, I will say, we fooled around, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Our junior year, he fell in lust for the first time, and I...that was when I showed up on his doorstep, bleeding.”