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)
I lean up and give her a gentle kiss. “Besides, we’ll need a bigger place when I get you in a family way.”
A blush spreads over her cheeks, and I kiss her for real this time. She tastes so fucking sweet I never want to stop, but I don’t want to hurt her either.
“How do ye feel about a shower?”
“I’m a little sore,” she says. “But I think I can manage it.”
She glances back at Archer, still asleep, and worry passes over her face.
“He’ll be okay,” I tell her. “If you want, I can have Ronan come sit with him.”
She thinks on it for a minute. “Maybe. I just don’t want him waking up alone.”
I pop my head out into the hall and call for Ronan, and he appears a moment later. With my instructions, he sits on the end of the bed and folds his hands in his lap with the seriousness of a sentry. Ivy takes one look at him and knows that nobody will ever fuck with our boy if they have to contend with Ronan.
I help her from the bed and we make a slow walk back into the bathroom. All she has on from last night is one of my tee shirts, and it fits like a dress on her. I help her out of it, trying not to look at her body because right now would be an inopportune time to get an erection. But regardless of my precautions, my dick throbs between my legs, itching to get back inside of her.
I test the water with my hands to make sure it’s still warm and then help Ivy inside. She relaxes into me completely and the ugliness of this past week disappears with the knowledge that she trusts me. Even after she saw me at my worst, she trusts me.
“Ivy, there’s something I need to ask you.”
“What is it?” She twists her neck to look up at me.
“We have Slick, but I’ve yet to deal with him. There isn’t a question that he’ll die, but I need to know what he did. I need to know how he should suffer.”
Her fingers curl into my back and she buries her head in my chest. “He didn’t get far enough to do anything.”
Satisfied with that answer, I rub small circles into her back, and her lip trembles. “But he was going to take my son. My son. He was going to—” She chokes back a sob, and I hold her until she’s calm enough to speak again. “I just want him dead. I want him gone. Does that make me a monster?”
My fingers brush over her cheek and down her throat. “No, love, it doesn’t. You won’t ever have to think of him again. I’ll make him go away.”
Tears splash against her cheeks, and I try to brush them away, but she shakes her head. “I’m sorry I left, Conor. It was so stupid.”
“I fucked up, love. That’s on me. I’m not used to being so out of sorts over someone. I think we just need to get better at fighting.”
“What you said last night,” she whispers. “Did you mean it?”
My lips graze against hers, longing to taste her. “I meant it then, and I mean it now. Ye’re mine, baby girl, and I love you.”
She squeezes me and offers me a watery smile. “I love you too.”
My heart beats victorious in my chest, and I groan into her mouth when she reaches up and pulls my face back to hers.
“I need you, Conor,” she pleads. “I want you inside of me. I have to feel you.”
“Christ.” I pull away and look at her. “Are you sure? You just—”
“I don’t care. I miss you and I need you. I just need to feel good. Please.”
My dick is so hard I could drill a hole through the shower wall, but I’m still nervous. “We can try, but if it hurts at all, we’re stopping.”
“Okay,” she concedes.
I want inside of her now. It’s been so long, and I just want to plunge my cock into her warmth again and again. When I slide my fingers between her legs, she’s already wet for me.
Ivy moans and arches into me, and I know she won’t be able to sustain an orgasm when it’s all she can do to keep herself upright. So, I gather her up into my arms and wrap her legs around my hips, holding onto her arse to keep her in place.
Her arms fall around my shoulders, giving me open access to her beautiful tits, so perfect I want to worship them all morning. I start by licking her nipples, sucking them into my mouth and drinking in her sweetness as she squirms in my arms.
“So fucking beautiful,” I groan.
My impatient little vixen reaches down and wraps her palm around my cock, and my vision darkens at the sight of it. Her petite fingers don’t even close around the girth, and yet she takes me inside of her like a fucking champion.