Chapter 30

Ivy

The screen door opens and I pause my frantic pacing. "Stone?"

He's in the doorway, covered in blood and yuck. But Good Lord, he is the best damn thing I've seen in hours.

"Stone. You're home." I rush to him and wrap my arms around his slender waist, pressing my face to his chest.

"Told you I'd be back." His big hand strokes my hair, and his sweet murmurs are more than I can bear.

I look up at him with tears swimming in my eyes. "I was so worried." My hands go to his face first, swiping away the blood and bits of skin. "Is that skin?"

"It's brain," he answers with a half-smile.

"Gross," I reply and pull back. "You're okay? Really?"

He nods. "I am. Better than okay. That fucker is gone, and I got my girl right here worrying her pretty little head over me."

"Shut up," I growl, removing his kutte and his blood—and brain—splattered clothing until he's in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I inspect every inch of him until I'm confident there are no bullet holes or knife wounds. "You're okay?"

A long breath escapes, and my legs wobble, but not before I press a kiss over his chest. "Stone."

"Babe, I'm more than okay."

"I know," I breathe, but the relief is overwhelming.

"Come on," he takes my hand in his and tugs me toward the shower. "Let's go get that sponge bath you promised me so I can kiss you properly."

"Sponge bath with all those blood and guts on you? Hah! You need a power wash."

He nods, a slow smile on his face. "Okay, come power wash me, baby." He reaches inside and cranks on the hot water before slowly undressing me.

"Trey's dead?"

"Yep. I made sure of it."

I don't ask anything else because I don't want to know. Maybe later, I'll ask for details, but right now, all I want is Stone. I want to feel his hard body under my hands and my lips, to feel his cock thrusting into me to remind me that he's safe. "I'm glad."

He slides the shower door open, and I step inside first, to grab the shampoo. When he joins me, I push him under the water and scrub his head. Stone must love head massages because he just moaned and it went straight between my thighs.

He steps back under the spray, and then I soap up his big, beautiful body. Taking my time, savoring the hard planes of his chest and abs, the long columns of his thighs and calves.

His cock.

"Ivy," he grunts. "Don't fucking tease me."

Somehow, I manage to laugh as I stroke him, slowly at first, but I tighten my grip and jerk him harder the way he likes. "Who's teasing?"

The minute the soap suds slide down the drain, I lean forward and flick my tongue over the head of his cock. "It's called foreplay."

"You said torture wrong," he grunts as his hips jut forward, a silent plea to give him more of my mouth.

Sucking him off is as enjoyable for me as it is for him because the sounds he makes never fail to make my pussy so wet it drips down my thighs. He grips my hair, gently fucking my mouth as my name falls from his lips, and it's so fucking intoxicating.

"Ivy," he growls. "Enough, babe. I'll fuck that gorgeous mouth later. Right now, I need you."

"I'm right here, and I ain't going nowhere. You need me?"

He nods.

"You need me?" I ask again.

"Hell, yeah, I fucking need you."

"Take me then."

His gaze darkens as it focuses on my mouth. His nostrils flare like a bull's. "Ivy." One hand goes around the back of my neck, cupping me and pulling me back at the same time, tilting me over before his mouth fits against mine. He kisses me like a man possessed, like a man who is possessing and taking and claiming what is his, and I fucking love it.

My hands wrap around him, and my body molds against him so close even the water can't come between us. This kiss is everything. It's hot and sweet. It's dirty and so fucking raw that my body vibrates with the need for more. "Stone," I whisper against his lips. It's threatening to pull me under just from the intensity of his kisses.

His hand leaves my neck and slides slowly down my body to cup my ass, and seconds later, he's lifting me in the air. My legs wrap around him instinctively. The delicious feel of his cock nudging my pussy is just a tease. "Put me in you, Ivy."

I look into his eyes, and I see love shining in his depths. I see a lifetime of memories and decades ahead of us. I see my best friend. My protector.

My heart.

"Sucking you off got me so wet," I whisper and nibble his bottom lip while I line up our bodies before I lower myself down his hard length. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good, Stone."

"You feel better." His words squeeze out through his clenched jaw, and my hips move up and down in slow, measured strokes. It feels too good to rush. He grips my ass, directing my movements the way he likes. Slow strokes. Deep strokes.

Delicious fucking strokes. "Ah, Stone." My head falls forward, but I pull back and stare at him. He's beautiful and intense, and he's all mine.

He moves within me, long and slow and deep. He's teasing me and, in turn, teasing himself. But his pace doesn't change.

Closer and closer, we both inch toward the edge of oblivion. Up and up, I go with every thrust of his cock, making it harder to breathe. My nipples tighten painfully, and my belly clenches as my orgasm starts at the bottom of my feet.

Curling my toes.

Tensing my muscles.

"Your pussy hugs me just fucking right, Ivy."

I smile. "It's you, Stone. It's always been you."

His gaze is searing, and his heart is racing against mine. "Ivy."

"I love you, Stone. I love you, too."

The electricity zips up my arms and my legs, and I hold him tighter as my body shakes and convulses. His cock swells as I clamp down hard around him, and pleasure shoots out of my body.

"Stone! God, yes! Fuck, yes!" The orgasm goes on and on while his hips speed up, taking me harder and faster and just as deep. It feels so good. Too good. He's chasing his own pleasure, fucking me harder and faster as the water rains down on us. So fucking beautiful.

"Ivy," he roars my name, and it echoes in the shower as his cock pulses inside of me, his load filling me so completely, I know there will never be another man for me. "Fuck, babe."

My breaths come out harsh and ragged, but my eyes are wide, and my heart is pounding like crazy. This feels different. It feels new. "I meant what I said, Stone. I love you."

"Good." He presses a soft, hot kiss to my lips. "Because I meant what I said, too. I love you, Ivy. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."

"Good, because I'm not letting you go either." I fuse our lips together one more time, sealing the promise between us.