Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Conor was right that he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Every muscle in his body is drawn tight when he curses again. “Fucks sake—”
The words get lost in a long, lamenting growl that vibrates from deep inside his chest. He’s balls deep inside of me, dick quivering as he floods my body with hot come. There isn’t anything between us. He fucked me raw, and I know when I look up at him, that was his intention.
I also know when he collapses beside me and tells me to give him a few minutes because he has every intention of doing it again… I’m in big trouble.
I wake to a mess of blonde hair against my chest, and when I glance down, Ivy is still passed out on top of me. She looks peaceful curled against my side, her hand draped over my waist as she uses my bicep for her pillow.
My arm is still wrapped around her too, and it’s an odd feeling to have, being so comfortable with her already. I’ve made a habit of avoiding relationships and even sex since Sammy betrayed me. I’ve been content to keep myself busy with the brotherhood, and being the new guy, I was never short on shite to do.
Ivy is the first woman I’ve even wanted to feel wrapped around my dick since I climbed out of the dark hole Brady’s death left me in. But lying here with her now, I realize how fecking stupid that is. She isn’t here because she wants to be. She’s here because she has no other choice. I would do well to remember that before I go and get myself tangled up in her.
Ivy hasn’t accepted her fate without a fight. I’ve seen it in her eyes, the questions in the back of her mind. How long she can survive here until she leaves. There is still a part of her making contingency plans. She hasn’t yet figured out how this works, and when she runs, I will give chase. I will track her down and drag her back here, only to have her hate me in the end.
For a few hours, I allowed myself to buy into the fantasy of what Crow said. But this isn’t a ready-made family. We aren’t two people who met and came together because we wanted this. Our situation is forced, and we can’t transform that into something authentic. For Ivy, I will always be another captor.
When she opens her eyes and looks up at me with a sleepy, shy smile, I can’t deny that I want to change our fates. She could warm my bed every night, and I could fuck her until my dick gives out. But I need to be realistic. I need to establish boundaries. And I need to do it now.
“Last night was really grand.” I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. “I think we both needed that.”
Sensing where I’m going with this, she withdraws her hand and untangles herself from my body. I choke down the part of me that wants to tug her back into me.
“It’s probably best we don’t make a habit of it. I don’t want things to get complicated.” It’s as stupid of an explanation as it sounds like, and Ivy’s face falls the moment I say it.
“Right,” she mumbles. “It probably wasn’t the best idea. I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s on me,” I say gruffly. “You did nothing wrong. I just don’t want the lines to get blurred.”
She gives me a stiff nod, and I don’t know why it feels like I’m digging a deeper hole. I don’t need to give her any further explanation, but I want to. Only, the words don’t come. So, we lay there in stilted silence, and slowly, she pulls further and further away, and I feel the loss of her all the way down to my dick that’s gone soft.
“I guess I should take a shower,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she agrees, her voice uneven. “No problem.”
It would be convincing if we both didn’t already know it was a big fucking problem.
I make some coffee and French toast while Ivy is in the shower, and then we eat our breakfast in silence. I stare at my phone, reading through my texts while she gazes out the window. It’s awkward, and I really just want to fucking bail and go to the gym or something, but I already told her she could go see Archer. I’m not about to let her make that trek by herself. Not when the Locos are still looking for her.
It reminds me that I still need to discuss that situation with Crow. Otherwise, he might be out of sorts when I tell him I murdered the whole lot of them meself.
“We’ll need to head out soon,” I tell Ivy. “I have work to do after.”