Chapter Sixty-Four Wade

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

Wade

Fourteen months later—the first Saturday in May

" M otherfucking … Christ, Ivy," I grunt as I slide my cock into her mouth, gripping her hair tight under her fancy pale blue fascinator hat.

"There's something so poetic about you choking on my cock like a dirty little slut with a two-thousand-dollar dress pooled around your knees."

She moans around me as she looks up under her hat, and I almost spill down her throat at the sight.

In my defense, there wasn't a shot in hell she would make it through the day in her derby dress without me sneaking her off somewhere to fuck her, especially when it was a baby-free drive and all she did was listen to her fucking book porn for almost the entire two hours. It's not my thing, but fuck, it's not like I can ignore it. It just so happens I couldn't even make it to the start of the race before pulling her into the bathroom and locking the door behind us.

"Fuck, Trouble, you're desperate for it, aren't you?" My hand moves in the back of her hair as I set my pace, sliding it further down to hold her jaw while she takes me deep.

She pulls her lips back and grins at me.

"Yes, baby, but only because you ask me so nicely."

My head tips back in a groan as my cock hits the back of her throat, and she's sputtering around me, deeper and deeper as she pulls me in.

" Fuck, Ivy." I see her fingers meet her clit as her other hand grips my ass, nails gnashing against my skin. I groan, a rumble from my chest that sounds like a growl, as I forget we need to be quiet so no one hears us. I pull her up by her arms, so goddamn desperate to fuck.

My lips meld to hers in a scorching kiss as my fingers find her pebbled nipples. Somehow her body drives me even more wild now than it did before she was pregnant—she's curvier and softer and I can't fucking get enough of her.

Ivy moans and her head falls back as my mouth finds each of her breasts and my thick middle finger finds her swollen clit.

I slide her arousal all over her, circling her with it, then pull my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. "So fucking sweet," I tell her before returning two to her pussy as she whimpers around me. I take my sweet time to drive her fucking crazy, even though the last thing we have in this shiny bathroom is time.

Fuck it, I'm taking it anyway.

"Wade, please?" she begs, and I grin, looking down at her from my full height. I fucking love it when she begs, I live for it.

"Look at you, Ivy, so pretty begging for my cock. You couldn't even make it one afternoon. But you know what?"

I grab her hand and wrap her fingers around my shaft. She moans when she feels how fucking hard I am.

"I can't make it either, so put my cock into that pretty pussy before I lose my fucking mind."

Her lips trail my shoulder and she moves them up to my ear as she whispers, "Don't you know, Wade? Acting this desperate for you, it's just my war tactic."

The little smirk she's wearing is enough to break me. I thrust into her so fucking deep her head falls back and rests against the mirror and her eyes flutter closed.

I drag myself almost all the way back out as I grip her thigh, before I push into her slowly, holding the friction she so desperately begs me for hostage while I continue fucking into her almost all the way, but never quite giving her what she needs. Her heels dig into my ass as I move, and it only makes me want to torture her more.

"Wade … I need … fuck …"

"What's that, baby? You finished acting like a little brat?"

"Please …"

"Use your words, Ivy. Tell me exactly what you want and maybe I'll give it to you."

Of course I know what she needs, but I want her words, they drive me mad.

"Fuck me harder, Wade … deeper."

"Say please, Ivy."

Her violet eyes flash to mine, glassy, spent and a little defiant, full of fire. These are the moments that she wants me so badly she'll do anything I ask, and I crave them like the ocean craves the shore. Her painted lips turn up in a tiny smile before she says, "Please, Wade, fuck my desperate pussy harder, sir ."

Her sentence ends in a moan, and I'm done for. Who am I fucking kidding? Every ounce of power and control I think I hold belongs to her. It has for the last eighteen months.

I pull out of her and drop her to the ground. Spinning her around, I press her up against the sink, using my knee to spread her legs apart, and when she grips the countertop and looks at me in the mirror, her beauty stuns me.

"Was that nice enough for you, Chief?"

Fucking Christ, this woman.

I growl as I bite her neck and flip her dress up over her plump ass, using my thumbs to spread it apart before I sheath myself in her in one profound thrust, and she moans and falls back against my chest. I use my hand to pull her head up, gripping her by her throat as I hold her tight and whisper into her ear.

"Don't close your eyes, you'll miss my favorite show. The one where you fall apart on my cock." I squeeze her throat tighter; she whimpers as I feel her hot pussy clamping down around me, but she does what I ask and keeps her eyes on us in the mirror.

So she'll never forget who owns her, my hand around her throat and the glaring word mine reminds her. My other hand comes down to allow my middle finger to find her clit, and I give it a pinch and she cries out.

"Good girl, such a pretty sight."

"I am your good girl, Wade …" she whines as I piston into her, dropping my lips to her sweat-slick upper back, feeling my own high closing in with her acceptance of my praise; it barrels up my spine. Her pussy tightens even more around me as I give her needy clit the attention it craves.

"When you come, I come, Ivy," I say to her. I dip my head down to kiss her shoulder, her neck.

"Well, this may take a long time then." She gives me the look that tells me she's about to fuck with me. So I push her the only way I can, with my words and my fingers strumming against her clit.

"Nah, I think you're ready now. Tell me, Ivy. Tell me when I can come," I say, giving her the spark of control she loves.

Ivy reaches her arms back around my neck and pulls my head closer, looking right at me in the mirror. Her direct eye contact when she moans frenzies my movements in a way that reminds me I can't fucking get enough of her and I'm never in control around her.

"You can come now, Wade," she says with her eyes on mine, and I come, just like this. I spill into her as I pinch her clit and she comes with me, biting her bottom lip to keep from alerting everyone in the hallway to what we're doing in here.

The music that plays in the bathroom suddenly seems a lot louder as we still for a moment, coming down.

Ivy leans into the mirror while I'm still inside her and runs her ring finger over her still perfectly painted bottom lip.

"Fucking book porn," I whisper as I kiss her shoulder, chuckling.

"Got me what I wanted though." She winks, as she straightens the tulle on her hat. "And I didn't even mess up my makeup."

God, I fucking love her.

Ten minutes later, we're put back together and in the winner's circle suites where our entire family is, each of them passing around and vying for the attention of our little violet-eyed, blonde-haired baby girl, Billi Grace. Billi is already a handful at eight months old, crawling everywhere and pushing her mama to her limits.

Ivy takes it all in stride; nothing ruffles her. Hell, she trained Angel, and attended most of her prep races with me for five months, with Billi either on her hip or close by somewhere with Mama Jo or Glenda. Nothing slows Ivy down, and watching her blossom into motherhood has been the greatest gift of my lifetime so far.

"She miss her daddy?" I ask CeCe, who was minding Billi while Ivy and I went downstairs "to check on our documentation." They all know what we were up to, I'm sure, but I don't give one flying fuck, new parents have to take what they can get.

CeCe nods. "Seems so. Mama Jo says she slept in the back with Mabel all the way here."

Mabel drove up with my mama and they just had to bring Billi with them, because where Billi is, Mabel is. CeCe holds the second love of my life out to me and I bring my sweet baby to my chest, breathing in her perfect scent atop her wispy blonde curls.

CeCe shifts in her seat, her face contorting just a little. She is very uncomfortable in the May heat, seven months pregnant with her and Nash's first baby. If I thought Nash was her puppy before, it doesn't even come close to comparing how he is now.

I kiss Billi's chubby cheek as she pats a small hand to my face and mutters, "Da da da da da."

My heart fills with so much love, I feel like I can't take it. There are times I may even be more of a goner for this little girl than I am for her mama. I'm a total girl dad and I'm not afraid to say it to whoever will listen, which makes Cole and Nash utter snide little comments about how soft I've gone more often than not, but I couldn't give one flying fuck.

The crowd gets a little more animated as the horses and their jockeys start to load into the starting gates. Ivy comes to me where I'm holding Billi in the quietest area in our suite as the horses load. All the work we've gone through over the last year and a half to train Angel is coming to a head, and it's so surreal that this is all happening.

I look down at my beautiful girls and smile, pulling Ivy into me closer. I can feel my dad's pride from wherever he is in the universe now. Ivy takes Billi from me, and we wait not so patiently for the horses to be ready. I kiss both of them in the final seconds before the bell. Every single thing that Ivy and I have gone through, the people who've betrayed us, the people who let us down, the people we've lost and every choice we've made, have all brought us to this moment. To the kind of love I never would've dared to hope for before Ivy.

I tip my head down to her and whisper, "It doesn't matter what happens today. It isn't about the finish line, it's about the journey, and fuck, we're nailing the journey, Trouble."

She smiles up at me and kisses me.

"We sure are, Chief."

As the bell rings and the horses fly out of the gates, I'm not even thinking about winning a race because I've already won.

Ivy Spencer is mine, and I'm the luckiest man alive because she landed on my doorstep.

And you know what?

Finders keepers.