Chapter Thirty-Eight Ivy

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Ivy

" Y ou cheated, Wade Ashby," I yell as I finally make it into the barn.

He's already untacked Apollo, acting like he's been back for hours.

"You're fucking slow, Trouble. I was thinking about a nap while I waited."

I narrow my eyes at him, which seems to amuse him even further.

"I want a rematch! I could've beat you if you would've played fair!" The competitive side of me is actually slightly annoyed as Wade closes the gate to the corral and makes his way over to me while I dismount.

He chuckles when I breeze by him like he isn't even there, and I add Sheffield to the large pen to cool off.

"I never took you for a sore loser," Wade observes, folding his arms across his chest.

"I didn't lose! You cheated," I say as I shut the gate and take my riding gloves off.

Wade grabs me the moment we enter the long hallway of the small barn, pressing me up against the wall. It's quiet here; there are no animals in this part, only equipment. The sound of insects outside and our breath fills the air.

"I'm definitely not … kissing a cheater," I mumble as Wade's tongue traces the column of my throat. I turn my face to the side, and I feel the cocky fucker grin, like my challenge only turns him on more.

"Look, Trouble, you can stay mad at me all you want, for your loss." He pulls my chin up to meet his gaze and tips my cowboy hat back enough to press his lips to the corner of my mouth. "I'll even rematch you anytime, anyplace, but don't think for one second you're getting in the way of me sinking into you right now, cause I've been thinking about nothing else all fucking night."

And then his lips are on mine. My fight dies the second his tongue sweeps into my mouth and dances with mine. Leather and spice mixed with the minty-ness of his breath overtakes my whole being. His kiss is demanding, claiming and deliciously slow, as his fingers lace with mine at my side, pinning me deeper to the wall with his hips. I can feel him hard already through his jeans against my abdomen. Wade parts my legs with a knee and trails his finger down my cheek to my jaw, under the curve of my ear.

"I thought about it on the drive home." He pulls my sweater down to expose my shoulder, a low groan escaping his lips before he takes a bite, sucking my skin into his mouth, then releasing it as he moves over my collarbone, dotting it with kisses. My sweater hits the concrete floor as he pulls it off and his fingers find my pearled nipples effortlessly through the lace of my strapless bra.

"Thought about it all through dinner too. Do you know how hard it was for me to stop myself from taking you into the next room and fucking you right then and there?" His voice is gravel in my ear as heat pools in my panties with the expert way he's working his fingers against my nipples.

I whine again and inch myself closer in his cock.

"And you were such a little brat tonight. Do you know what happens to little brats, Ivy?" He pinches my nipple. Hard.

Oh fuck. Why is this so hot? How can a man be this good at this?

He reaches down and cups my pussy through my jeans, pressing the heel of his palm into my clit, and all I can do is whimper.

"They get fucked, hard," he rasps, as just his finger and thumb pop the button on my jeans, and I'm in sensory overdrive because his other hand is still working slow torture with one of my nipples. Wade yanks my jeans down, dropping to his knees and sliding the denim down to the floor, pulling the flared bottoms off over my boots. He looks up and lets his eyes rake over every inch of me, standing before him in just my bra, panties, my cowboy boots and hat.

"Well, that might be the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen," he growls as he stands and yanks a rope down from the wall and spins me around.

I moan as he does, and his cock presses into my ass and I rock against it desperately. It's like he's training me to crave him, to beg for him. If that is his plan, it's working. I've never wanted anything more.

Holding my hands over my head, he wraps the rope around my wrists, securing them to the open barnboard above me, in a taut line that gets tighter when I pull my wrists toward me. His lips meet my shoulder blade as I pant. I need him to touch me, somewhere, anywhere.

"You want to taunt me? Tease me? Make me hard before we even sit down to the fucking dinner table ?" he asks as his fingers trail under the back of my thong, sliding downward to the cleft of my ass as he grips my hip tight with his left hand. A tight slap lands on the fleshiest part of my cheek, stinging me.

A growl rumbles low in Wade's chest at the same time I moan. My pussy throbs. Another stinging slap catches me off guard, before he stands back and admires his work,

"Fuck, my handprint looks good on you," Wade says as he grips me tightly, then trails a finger down through my soaking slit from behind.

"Mmm." He growls an animalistic sound as he feels the mess I'm making between my thighs. "You like it rough, don't you, Ivy? You're so fucking wet."

" Fuck , yes," I breathe out.

"Spread these thighs for me as wide as you can now. I'm fucking desperate for this sweet cunt," he says as he pushes my legs apart with his boot. "But first …"

I feel him pull my hat from my head and replace it with his own.

"The only hat allowed on your head while I bury my tongue inside you is mine ."

"Holy shit. " I bite my lip to keep from yelling as Wade drops and does just that, burying his face deep in my pussy, spreading me even wider to give himself more access as his tongue darts in and out of me, lapping against me as his face rocks into me. He grips my ass and spreads me wide as his tongue continues its assault. Two fingers curve into my most coveted spot and I'm begging to come within what seems like seconds.

"Fuck, Ivy, I could survive everyday only eating this pussy," Wade growls as he flicks his tongue relentlessly over my clit. "Fucking morning, noon and night, and I'd never tire of you."

"Wade!" I scream as I start to fall apart. My pussy tightens around his hypnotic fingers and I'm practically hanging from my tethered place to the wall. I know the only thing that is stopping the rope from cutting the circulation completely off in my wrists is his strong hands at my hips, and his face.

"Don't hold back, Ivy. Come on my tongue with my name on yours."

Stars explode behind my eyelids as I screw them shut. Every cell in my body is alive and buzzing with Wade as an intense orgasm centers inside me.

I'm whimpering obscenities, curse words, his name, yes, please , among other things I couldn't even tell you, all the while he never stops, never slows, working his tongue into me, proving quickly that there's truly nothing he loves more than feasting on me.

I open my eyes as my breathing begins returning to normal, but Wade gives me no time, he pulls the hat from my head and uses the pad of his finger to circle my clit. I'm so sensitive that every time he touches me, I shudder and my legs almost give out. My wrists are so tight against the rope that it burns, but I don't care about the pain. I don't even really feel it. All I feel is Wade's finger tracing a line up my slit, and then I hear the sound of his buckle and his jeans hitting the concrete floor. One large hand reaches around and grips my hip tight, squeezing my flesh there, pulling me taut to him; the other moves to my hair as he twists it around his fingers, as he drives into me with one violent thrust and a beast-like growl.

"Fucking Christ , Ivy."

I can only moan in response; I may as well not even have legs because they have ceased to remember how to work.

Wade holds me up, lifting my body and giving my wrists a little relief against the tight rope holding them. He somehow pushes himself even further into me, that last final inch. Stretching me, begging my body to accept him.

"So fucking wet. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect ," he mutters as he drags his cock out slowly, almost all the way, then slams back into me again with a long drawn-out growl and a "Fuck …"

I moan and bite my bottom lip. His hands reach to my front and pull the lace of my bra down, letting my aching breasts bounce free, finding my nipples as he fucks into me roughly, all the while peppering my shoulders and arms with the softest, sweetest kisses I've ever felt. It's too contradictory, but in this moment, I can't imagine anything on earth that could possibly feel better.

Wade uses my body like a toy to fuck himself. His slow unhurried movements are never-ending, and every time I get close to orgasming all over him he somehow knows, and stays in me for a beat longer than he should.

"Wade … please," I beg.

"Please what, Ivy? Let you come?"

"Yes, please, Wade … please," I whine, almost in tears.

I feel his lips turn up into a smile against my back. "Not yet, baby." His lips graze my ear and my breath stops as he whispers, "This is what heaven feels like, let me take my time."

Oh God. Sir. Yes. Sir.

He groans as he continues to circle his hips within me.

For how long? Who knows? Every time Wade bottoms out in me he stays longer, at a slow steady pace to drive me fucking insane as his finger finds my clit. A sort of floaty haze takes hold of me. One small stroke against my aching bud of nerves, and the jolt of pleasure and need has me tightening around his cock, begging him to spill into me and let me come in return.

I moan and whimper as he uses his free hand to finally untether me from the wall. I fall, my back into his chest in a boneless, sweaty heap as he holds us both up and circles my clit, sliding his other hand up to my throat, turning my face to cover my lips with his own, absorbing my cries in a sloppy, aggressive kiss while I spiral out of control.

I never thought sex could be this natural, this unhinged. I want him to dominate me, to hold me down and have his way with me, whatever that way may be. With each thrust, Wade goes deeper, harder. The sound of my own arousal and the in-and-out of him fucking me is pulling me further and further into the abyss of Wade. My mouth falls open in a soundless cry.

"Fuck, Trouble, when you whimper like that, I can hardly take it, you take my cock so fucking well."

I can't contain the sounds that leave my lips as he stops moving, buried to the hilt in me. I try to move but his strong hands hold me in place, one at my hip, the other around my throat.

"Remember when I said I would make you suffer?" he asks, moving again.

God, I want to die like this.

"Yes," I whine.

"Do you think you've suffered enough?" he asks.

"Yes. Fuck yes, Wade … please," I say.

"You want to come?" he asks in a whisper as he completely stops moving. My pussy pulses around him as he does. "Then beg me. Beg me to paint your insides with my cum, Ivy."

"Please …" is all I manage, trying to move in any way I can, but he's too strong, holding me too tight.

"Please, what? You always have so many fucking words, use them. Make me believe your plea," he says as he draws slowly out of me.

Oh God.

"Please … fuck … please, let me come … Wade …" I whine. I take as deep a breath as he allows. As his hand grips my throat tighter and dots spread across my vision I realize what he wants so I give it to him. I'd give him anything right now. I whisper, "Mercy …"

The groan that comes from his chest is approval.

"Such a good fucking girl, Ivy," Wade growls as he somehow grows even more inside me and pinches my clit—once, then twice—as I'm combusting from the inside out.

I come with a cry that Wade absorbs with his own lips, allowing me small bursts of air to keep me from passing out as he falls apart with me, biting me on the shoulders, my neck, my lips, anywhere his mouth can connect.

"Fuck," he grunts. "There isn't anything more beautiful than watching you come all over my cock."

A single tear escapes my eye while he comes, then mercifully, he releases his hand. I inhale fully as a whole-body shudder consumes me. Wade wraps his strong arms around me tight and tenderly uses one finger to shift my face back up to his, kissing me gently on the lips, massaging my marked wrists with his other hand as if he's making sure they're okay.

"Heaven." He mutters the single word as a statement, a label.

Yes, if this is heaven, I never want to come down to earth.

Thirty minutes later, we have ourselves put back together and the horses in their stalls for the night, when Mama Jo rounds the corner of the main barn, in full riding gear and a cowboy hat.

"Evening, Mama," Wade says.

It's not lost on me that if she had come thirty minutes ago and entered the barn, she would've seen me tied to the barnboard while Wade fucked me into oblivion.

"Hey y'all, I was coming to visit River Rising, thought I'd be alone," she says, probably surprised to see others in the barn after dark.

I know enough from Wade that River Rising was his father's old horse that placed in the Derby in '06. Grief settles in my stomach for this woman, her loss, the relationship everyone says she had with Wyatt, all gone forever. Her visiting Wyatt's horse when she's alone pulls on my heart strings.

"Kinda late, ain't it?" Wade asks as he pulls her into a side hug.

Jo shrugs. "I like to ride him on warm nights and chat with Daddy. And it's only eight thirty." She grins. "What are you two doing here still?" Her eyes move between us with questions that make me want to drop her gaze, and quick.

"Making sure everything is set for Angel's Wings," Wade says at the same time I blurt out, "Wade took me for a ride."

Mama Jo's eyes meet mine. Wade grins.

"I mean, we rode separately, together."

Wade speaks instantly, covering for my awkwardness. "Kicked her ass in a race back from the pond too, although she won't admit it."

I narrow my eyes at him. "He cheated."

"Knowing the land better than you isn't cheating, Trouble." He wraps a rope around his corded arms as his veins ripple while he works. I wish I was the rope.

"I was resourceful," he says, winking.

I scoff.

Jo laughs. "You love that pond, don't ya? Did Wade tell you his daddy took him fishing there when he was a boy?"

"He did." I grin, glad she seems to be letting me off the hook for now.

She reaches up and pats his face. "Wade always said he couldn't wait to take his boys there when he has them one day, and do the same."

Wade looks down to his mom, and grief of my own hits my heart, but the idea of Wade with kids warms me. He would be the best dad to the world's cutest, most controlling little babies.

"Well, that never happened," he says.

"Oh hell, baby, you're only thirty-four, plenty of time for all that. You'll have your babies there one day, you'll see. I know it," she says, sure as the sun rises as she passes by me, squeezing my hand.

"Night, darlins," she quips as she saunters down the row.

Wade looks at me with an apologetic look for his mother saying something she could never know would torment my heart. Before she's even around the corner he's pulling me close.

"Come on, dirty girl, let's get you cleaned up. We have a date with Ocean's Thirteen and some ice cream."

I smile up at him, right before he kisses my lips.

Yeah, I could get used to this.