Chapter Twenty-Seven Wade

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Wade

" F uck," I grunt under my breath.

Ivy snorts beside me. "Runs multimillion-dollar ranch, can't operate a key card?"

The green light signals the click of the door finally, and I look down at her. You'd think with her size and stature the drinks she had would hit her harder, but she seems as in control as I am, just feeling good enough not to care that my hand is still firmly planted around her waist, where it's been all night.

"Get your bratty little ass inside," I say as she laughs.

"Goddamn, I don't remember the last time I had that much fun." Ivy kicks her boots off and lifts her sweaty hair off the back of her neck as she putters to the window, tossing her purse on the bed and grabbing a water from the mini fridge. For someone so accident-prone, there are times Ivy moves with the grace of a dancer. Something about the way her toned legs make way for her ass that would fit so fucking well into my hands drives me wild. I blink when I notice her noticing me staring at her ass. Fuck.

Ivy's fuckable ass–1.

Wade–0.

"See something you like, Chief?" she asks, her eyebrow raised, hand on her hip, reminding me that Ivy and alcohol makes me want to fuck the sass right out of her mouth, and goddamn it would be a beautiful sight.

"Go take a shower," I say gruffly, needing her out of my sight line. "I'll take my turn when you're done."

She nods, and after another big gulp of water she grabs some necessities and heads into the bathroom while I pace the room and ask myself how in the actual fuck I'm making it through this night.

Thirty minutes later, the hot water pours over me. I need it. I'm pushing my limits of self-control to the extreme. When I saw that no-more-than-twenty-five-year-old cowboy's hands on her, I had to stop him. There was no thought, I just reacted. I can't have her but I don't want anyone else to have her either. I shut the water off and wrap a towel around my waist, wiping the steam from the mirror as I step out, and I have a silent conversation with the man I see there.

Yes, she's fucking perfect, I mentally tell him. In every way, but you can't have her. Don't be one more person to expect from her. You need her for the ranch. You can't fuck this up.

I look around the bathroom and berate myself when I realize I didn't bring any clean clothes in here with me. I sigh and make my way out of the room. Nothing she hasn't seen before.

When I come out of the steamy bathroom, Ivy is in the bed; her hair is dry now and she's tucked right in, a little bag of cinnamon hearts in her hand and John Wick on the hotel TV.

"They have a whole action movie section," she says, her eyes lingering on me just long enough to taunt me. Makes me want to drop my towel and give her something to really look at.

"Need clothes," I tell her.

She nods. Covering her eyes with her hands.

"I won't look. Scout's honor," she says, a little grin playing on her lips as she flashes me the peace sign. My jaw falls momentarily slack. She has no makeup on but her plump lips still have the prettiest pink hue to them. They're the most enticing lips I've ever laid eyes on. My cock instantly starts to swell, because at this point, I'm willing to admit that it's a given that when Ivy is around, I'm hard.

"Be right back," I tell her as I grab my boxers and my sweats. I force myself to go into the bathroom, and I close the door almost all the way, knowing I'm only going to be a minute and run a brush through my hair. As soon as I'm done I run a hand through it to loosen it up.

I drop my towel and have a conversation with my cock to simmer down. I'm hard as fuck as I'm imagining running my hands through Ivy's hair, sticking my cock down her throat, gripping her tight and fucking her face until my cum is leaking down her chin. Everything about her drives me wild.

And now I'm fucking rock solid. And my hand is on my cock. The internal battle within me wages on as I tell myself to pull my boxers on over my naked body, but the way her hands were up over her face left her perfect tits on display, and those pebbled little points under her silky tank were just fucking begging to be pulled into my mouth. And now I'm stroking my cock.

"Fuck." I make the decision to take care of myself before I try to go back out there and watch a movie with Ivy; it's the only way I'll get through. The creak of the door makes me pause the tug on my cock. I don't turn around, I just look up at her over my shoulder in the mirror. Ivy stares back at me; her stance is calm but her breathing and the look on her face says she's here for a reason.