Chapter Forty-Eight Wade

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Wade

T he house is dark when I pull up to it ninety-eight minutes later. Just to fuck with me, Nash needed me there for an hour to help with every little thing he could think of before they went back to the big house, rearranging the guest room in his house to turn it into a wedding gift room of sorts. "Let's just move this sofa to the garage, oh and bring the table in to set the gifts on." All with the world's cockiest smirk on his face. I knew what he was doing, now that he'd seen me give in and kiss her—he was trying to get me to admit how badly I wanted to get back to Ivy, that this is serious between us.

Well, fuck him, I'm almost thirty-five years old, I can kiss whoever the fuck I want and I'm not giving into him. As much as I want to yell it from the rooftops, what happens between me and my girl is our business and our business alone. Until we have this talk, I'm sure as shit not having it with anyone else.

I push open the door and make my way into my dark foyer, carrying groceries I had to grab on the way back to make Ivy dinner. A soft glow emits from the kitchen. Just as I toe my boots off and enter, I see her.

Ivy standing stark fucking naked wearing nothing but my tattered old cowboy hat and high heels.

"Oops, looks like I forgot to get dressed, cowboy …" she says innocently, and it's sexy as fuck.

She starts to walk to me, but the heel of her shoe gets stuck in the floorboard and she almost topples over, naked. I catch her with the arm I'm not holding groceries with and steady her. She looks up at me from under her hat, startled.

"So much for being all mysterious and graceful." She giggles as I help her stand. "I tried," she says as she shrugs.

I chuckle and kiss her lips. They're soft and welcoming.

In fact, they don't just feel like a welcome.

They feel like home .

"You are fucking adorable," I tell her

"Hold on, I can save it." She laughs as she backs up and cocks her hip out, posing before me with every stunning curve.

Yep. That'll do it. My dick instantly hardens with the need I feel for her. Beautiful, brilliant, funny as hell, smart-mouthed, always a little clumsy her.

All of her. Every last bit.

My hungry gaze roams over her ample curves for all of ten seconds before the groceries in my arms hit the floor and are forgotten in a heartbeat. Then I'm across the room, scooping her up and dropping her onto the counter.

Ivy yelps when the cold butcher block meets her warm naked flesh as I press my hard cock into her hot pussy. I look down and see just how wet she is pressed against the denim of my jeans. I groan into her mouth as I devour it. Tasting her tongue while I grip either side of her jaw, kissing her in the rhythm that drives me wild as her lips match mine effortlessly.

My fingers are lost to her thick hair as Ivy's legs tighten around my waist. She tugs at the snap buttons on my flannel and slides her hands down my arms as she pushes my shirt off. Her fingers graze over my chest, her touch like fire over my skin. Every single cell in me is buzzing with the feel of her. My need to settle between her thighs almost hurts as she moans into my lips when I pinch a pebbled nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling the little bud between them, then bending down to suck it into my mouth.

"I missed you today, baby," she whimpers into me, and my chest tightens with her words.

"Fuck … I missed you too."

So fucking much, I don't even know if I can imagine a time when you're not here.

"Show me … just how much you missed me, Wade."

A low growl rumbles in my chest; she has no idea what she does to me, but who am I to not give my girl what she wants?

I trail my lips over her shoulders, and my hot breath covers her skin, across her neck, over her nipples, and for a moment I let my teeth graze each one as she cries out and pushes her hips against me, shamelessly begging for friction. I rub her thighs and slide my hands further up the inside of them to her tight wet heat at the apex, using my thumbs to spread her pussy wide, then I drop to my knees and lick a trail up her center with the flat of my tongue.

Ivy moans my name into the quiet of my cabin and it echoes through me. I hum a groan against her as she laces her fingers into my hair and pulls tight. It ignites me. I lap up every single drop of her sweet, soaking cunt into my mouth, reveling in the feel of her soft thighs hugging my face.

"Mmm, I missed your taste …" I tell her, and I mean it as I bring my mouth down over her.

"Tastes like mine," I say, pulling her clit into my mouth, getting high on just the sweetness of her alone. I curve my arm under her ass and pull her down closer to my face, holding her in place as I begin to feast on her pussy.

"Ivy, I'm going to make you come, but you have to trust me and you have to let go when the time comes," I tell her.

Ivy's back arches as I add two fingers into her, curving them against the spot that will get her just where I want to take her. Her hips rock over me as she rides my face, as she gets into the rhythm she wants. I flick my tongue over her while I fuck into her with my fingers slowly, just to torture her a little until she's panting so hard I know she's about to come apart, and I want it.

Fuck, do I want it.

I push my tongue deeper, and she cries out as she begins to quiver around me.

"Wade, it feels, I don't know what this is … I can't," she says.

"Yes you can, Ivy. Just let go, trust me. Come … and make a mess of my face when you do." I continue to fuck my fingers into her, giving her no reprieve, just a steady pace to ruin her. The moment she clamps around them to come, I pull them out quickly, moving to her clit as she comes with a cry and my name, soaking me in the process, just like I knew she could. I smile into her and kiss her pussy as she shudders, scrubbing my face with my hand.

"Such a good girl," I mutter as she shivers.

"Wade … what was that? Did I …"

"Yes you did, and it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

I would give her a moment, let her come down from what her incredible body just did, but I'm a greedy motherfucker so instead I just pick her up and carry her to my room and deposit her on my massive bed. I lose my clothes and kick them aside, then stalk toward her and kiss her like I can't get enough of her. And I can't.

"You ever actually fucked a woman wearing your cowboy hat before?" she asks with a little grin, climbing on top of me, once again a step ahead of me that turns me instantly savage for her.

I crush my lips to hers in a scorching, hungry kiss, then pull her bottom lip between my teeth.

"Never," I say back. "But seeing as you're fixing to ride my cock right now, I'd say that's about to change."

Ivy moans as my fingers find her nipples, and I toy with her while she grinds against my cock, covering me in her slippery arousal. I let my finger slide to her center, circling her clit long enough to cause her head to fall back. When it does, she holds my hat on her head as her juicy lips part in a moan and it looks like every fucking fantasy I ever had.

"Fucking Christ, Ivy, you're so goddamn wet," I mutter as I sit up and kiss her from her collarbone to her earlobe, stopping to pull it right into my mouth, biting down. I groan.

Ivy's fingers thread through my hair and pull as she hisses at the feel of my teeth biting into her flesh.

"You like pain, Wade?" she whispers, knowing that I do.

A low growl vibrates through my chest as I take her other earlobe between my teeth and bite down. She cries out as I lick over the bite and then she pulls my hair harder in response.

"Two can play that game … I know a secret," she whispers. "You like it even more … it makes you even harder when I hurt you. " She tugs my head back tight, running her teeth across my jaw before biting down, hard.

Fuck, this woman was fucking made for me. She moves back to my lips. I groan into her mouth as she kisses me, pulling my hair even tighter as her tongue moves with mine in perfect harmony. She bites down on my lip as I knead her thighs and her ass in my hands. From this angle, the fleshiness of her hips is so exaggerated, I just want to bite every fucking delicious part of her.

"Did that hurt too much, baby …? Mercy?" she moans.

"Never," I growl as I slide a hand up her jaw, settling my thumb beside her lips. A small, almost evil laugh comes from Ivy as she turns her face to take my thumb between her lips and bites down. I suck in a breath, desperate to fuck.

I pull her body down to take what I want, what's mine, and slam my cock into her, but she stops me, then moves her lips to my neck, planting soft, sweet kisses down it before biting into my flesh again, keeping my skin between her teeth as she rocks her hips over me. I growl in response and lay a little slap to her pussy.

"Fuuuck …" she moans with the sting. My girl loves a little pain just as much as I do.

"I'm about to wreck this tight little pussy right now, Ivy. It's not going to be gentle. It's going to be fast and hard," I warn her as she moves over me. "Because you drive me so fucking crazy that I just can't stop myself." I move my face down to pull a pink pebbled nipple into my mouth, letting my teeth trail over it, biting just enough to make her whimper as I desperately try to maintain control.

" Yes you can, but not quite yet …" Ivy whispers with that little bit of sass in her sweet husky voice that sends me to the brink of insanity.

"First, I need to know how bad you want it," she whispers. "How badly you want me , Wade …" Her hips roll over me, slippery arousal slides up and down my cock, but she never quite positions herself to allow me to slip into her like I want to … like I'm goddamn desperate to.

"Tell me how badly you want to fuck me … beg me ," she whines as I'm threatening to come just by the feel of her pussy sliding over me and her words.

Fuck …

"I don't beg for anything …" I fight her, holding onto that control as long as I can.

Nails bite into my chest as she continues to move, closer, then stops, repeating her motions until I'm so close to finding my way inside her, it's fucking nothing short of maddening. Ivy kisses me deeply, the sweetest little sounds coming from her throat that tell me she's desperate for me too. She takes my lip into her mouth again and bites, this time hard enough for me to taste blood on my tongue. I hiss in response.

"All you have to do is say it, Wade … then I'm all yours. Say it …" she moans, and the sound vibrates through me. Ivy rises up just enough to allow the head of my cock to sink into her and then she stills. I grip her hips to pull her down but fuck, the little brat angles herself back just enough to stop me again.

"Ivy, fuuuuck …"

She brings her face down to mine, kissing me, smirking into my lips as she slides her hands up through my hair, dragging her nails down the back of my neck, all while she continues the delicious roll of her hips. I watch, entranced, as she sits up and leans back, which pushes her tits out as her nails land on my thighs and rake over them as she rocks against me. Her hot wet pussy is my fucking kryptonite and threatens to make me blow all over my stomach just from her sliding herself back and forth against me.

I suck in a breath through my teeth.

"It's only a word, baby … no big deal. Say it … beg ." She rolls her hips, riding me without letting me in.

I groan. The bite of her nails rakes up my arms, and she leans forward so her mouth is just over mine. I try to nip at her lips but I miss as she pulls her head back just enough. I growl at her and she whispers.

"Say it, and I'll let you fuck me as hard as you want."

Just like that, I'm a fucking goner as the word she wants to hear rolls off my tongue.

"Fucking … mercy …" I whisper as she whimpers in approval, and then I'm thrusting my cock into her so deeply and surely I feel like I might pass out.

"That's what I wanted. Such a good boy, Chief," she hums in a moan, and fuck, the way those words resonate with me is something I neither understand nor want to forget. As if she's degrading me and turning the power back over to me all at once. Hearing them, mixed with the feel of her tight pussy around me, sends me reeling, my eyes screw shut and I threaten to come on the spot as I push myself into her further, inch by inch.

"Fuck, Ivy … Fucking Christ, woman," I grunt. "You feel so goddamn good."

Ivy breathes out a moan as I stretch her. She feels better than good. She feels like she's made just for me.

"That was a dirty little trick. You're going to be begging for relief from the way I stretch your sweet cunt now," I say as her tits find their way to my mouth. I pull each of them in, begging her tight channel to allow me into a space we both know I'm always too big for as I slam into her from below. Her pussy tightens and she feels so docile and small in my arms.

"Please, Wade … so full …" she moans.

Fuck yeah, she is. She's full to the hilt and I love when she is, more than I've ever loved anything else. I give myself just a moment, just to feel her, to take one second before I let myself really ravage her.

I'd sell my soul to the devil himself to live inside her forever.

I slip her off of me, flipping her over so she waits on her knees for me. Pushing my hat off her head, I grip a fistful of her hair and hike her hips up, taught to meet my cock as I slide my hands down over the globes of her beautiful ass.

"Grab the headboard, Ivy, and you better hold it, really fucking tight," I warn her.

She moans and does what she's told, gripping tightly to it. The moment she does, I start to fuck.

I don't hold back—after her little show, I can't, I don't have the strength. I drive myself into her tight little pussy from behind her as she white-knuckles the wood. My headboard rocks into the wall as I fuck into Ivy, holding her body tight to me as she moans and whimpers while I take what I want, what I need, what's mine .

The only sounds in this room are the growls that escape my chest out of desperation for her, our skin slapping together and her sweet gasps of pleasure. My hand curls up around Ivy's throat from behind, her custom collar locked in place as I continue fucking her, hard. I pull her back up to my front, turning her face. I press my mouth to hers as I feel her pussy close in around me and she begins to quake after only a few passing minutes.

"Wade … I'm going to …" she whines. Already, I love it.

"Nah, baby, you're going to come slowly," I tell her. I want to draw her pleasure out, to savor her and every single second inside her.

I rotate my hips slowly, letting her feel every single stroke as I move in and out of her. Every cell, every single atom of our joined bodies. Ivy's moans become deep and throaty as her nails bite into the sides of my thighs, a wickedness in her movements that says you can hurt me as long as I can hurt you . But it only makes my dick harder, bringing me closer to my high with every gnash of her nails against my skin. My balls tighten, as I slam inside her again and again.

"Come now, Wade, and baby, tell me that you're mine when you do." She moans her last words, and holy fuck, I'm coming, hard. My grip around her slender, biteable neck deepens as I kiss her. I'm in a never-ending spiral, my release reaches out from every corner of my body, centering through me in slow motion as I hover on the edge of kissing her and choking her, her nails digging deeper into me with every wave that consumes us.

"Holy fucking Christ, Ivy . I'm entirely fucking yours ," I groan into her just as her eyes roll back and shut. I loosen my hand on her throat, letting her inhale.

Our breathing is synchronized as we come down from our high like we just ran a marathon together.

Ivy leans fully back against me, her head settling under my jaw. A buzzing euphoria washes over me. I have no idea how long I stay inside her, still. Moments? Minutes?

The softness of her. This feeling. This warmth.

"Wade?" Ivy asks, breaking the trance I'm floating in.

I open my eyes and look down at her perfect, flushed face as she tilts it up to me.

"Yes?"

"Was my dinner in those grocery bags you dropped?"

I drop my head to her cheek and kiss it. "Yes, Trouble, I just have to make it."

"Okay, I'm kind of hungry now, can we eat?"

I chuckle into her shoulder.

Anything you want, baby.

By the time I've almost finished creating a meal that would challenge Bobby Flay, still half surviving on the euphoria of her, Ivy's showered and is curled up on the couch blankets up to her cute little chin, her hair the only real visible part of her I see as I grate fresh parmesan onto our manicotti. When I'm done, I take the final swill of bourbon from my glass and put my earbuds back in their case.

I talk away to her as I make my way into the living room juggling our plates, napkins and cutlery. "Are you planning on sitting up, sweetheart?" I ask her.

It's when I round the corner of the sofa that I fully see her. Blankets up under her chin, the most relaxed and beautiful look on her face. Ivy is completely out cold before we've even had dinner. Her lips are parted and she's breathing softly, like a little sleeping angel. I set the plates down on the coffee table and drop to the chair across from her, just to stare at her for a few seconds before I wake her to eat. The reality settles with me that's been staring me in the face this whole time.

Whether Sam comes back or not, I'm making a place for Ivy here—any job, any task she wants. Hell, if she asked me to quit running the ranch so she could do it I would. Anything to keep her nestled into my sofa just like this every night when I come home.

Before Ivy, I was only existing day to day, going through the motions. I wasn't living; she's my missing piece. There's nothing more I could ever possibly want or need than these simple moments with her. A life with her. Ivy's weaved her way into the threads of my heart; she's been training it this whole time without me even realizing it. To love again, to take a chance. To believe in a future, a future with her, however that looks. One where I let myself be happy and I'm not afraid to let her love me back.

My heartbeat accelerates and squeezes in my chest as I realize there are two things I've never been more certain of than I am at this very moment.

One: I'm wildly in love with Ivy. I not only love her, I need her, the way the moon needs the sun to set every night just so it can rise.

Two: There's no me without her anymore—she just doesn't know it yet.