Chapter 17
Avocado
Ryan
Ivy failed to stifle her yawn from me. She was sitting on the counter, and I stood next to her holding a pint of Blue Bell Cookie Two Step ice cream. I glanced past her to the microwave which indicated the time was two-thirty-eight in the morning.
We’d polished off what little of the pint that was left in her freezer, and it was high time to call it a night. But I couldn’t stop staring at her.
Then again, she’d tossed on a paper-thin white t-shirt she’d cut into a very loose muscle shirt.
It was something she liked to sleep in, she’d told me.
Seeing as it was indecent in at least three states, sleeping was about the only thing she could do in it.
The edge of her areola peeked out the top with her breathing.
Sheer torture for me, but I fucking loved it.
“No matter how hard you stare, it won’t make my shirt disintegrate,” she murmured.
I set the ice cream carton on the counter and stepped between her legs. “Wouldn’t want it to, Trouble. This ‘shirt’ suits you so much it’s not funny. Though, part of me wants to modify it.”
She laughed. “Modify it how?”
I stepped closer and slid my hands under the shirt, up her stomach, and held her breasts in my hands. “Rip it, so your tits are out completely. But that would ruin the tease.”
“Sure would,” she said, her voice husky and her green eyes heated.
“Is there a drug store close? I need to fuck you on your couch.”
She took a deep breath, pressing her tits into my hands. “I’m on the pill.”
I closed my eyes at the gift she was giving me. When she spoke again, I realized she’d misread my reaction.
“I saw my doctor four months ago, I’m clean.”
I opened my eyes. “Baby, that’s good to know, but are you sure?”
Her expression turned guarded. “Yeah, I mean, as long as you’re clean, it just—”
I slid my hands around to her back and pulled her closer. “Had my physical not long before you walked into the bar the first time. I’m clean too.”
Her tongue peeked out to wet her bottom lip. “Then we’re good, yeah?”
I lifted her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around me. “Yeah, babe, we’re good. Real good.”
She leaned down and kissed me. It was a straight shot from her kitchen to the couch, and I carried her there while her tongue tangled with mine. I broke the kiss, set her on her feet, and shoved my underwear off.
Her teeth sank into her plump lower lip, and I loved that she had that reaction to seeing me naked.
I sprawled out on my back on her couch. “Climb on, Trouble. I wanna watch you ride me. If you don’t want that shirt ripped, you might want to take it off. Though it’ll be more fun if you leave it on.”
She blushed, then whipped the fabric off and dropped her panties before climbing on top of me. “Maybe the next time, honey.”
I jacked my cock once, then Ivy took hold and lined me up. She sank down nice and slow. Her pussy gripped me in that slick heat and I exhaled slowly. It was unreal how much better she felt skin-to-skin. It felt right fucking her earlier, but this…this was better than anyone ever before.
The globes of her ass hit the tops of my thighs. She had me to the hilt.
Her hands rested on my pecs. “God, I love the feel of you inside me.”
“That makes two of us, baby. But, it’d be good if you move.”
A slow smile crept across her lips. “Yeah, but this time we’re going slow.”
I shot her a devilish smirk at her repeating my words. “Are you gonna do it hard?”
She returned my smirk and lifted up nice and slow. “Nope. You nearly wore me out earlier.”
I took hold of her hips, but didn’t try to control her rhythm, not yet. Instead, I enjoyed the sight of her moving on top of me. Between the way her tits bounced and the feel of her sleek pussy, I could get used to this.
She leaned forward, kissed me, but cut it short. Then she leaned back and rose up only to sink back down on me harder. Her tempo increased and I guided her hips down a little harder each time. She took her hands from my chest and ran them up her torso.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“Mmm,” she hummed while playing with her tits.
“Ivy.”
She ran one hand down to her clit and began to bounce faster. I couldn’t hold back any more and pistoned my hips up with her downward thrusts.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
As much as I loved watching her, I had to take control.
“It’s my turn, baby,” I said, while knifing up, twisting us both, and planting her with her back on the couch.
“Holy crap on a cracker,” she muttered.
I chuckled. “Glad you liked that.”
“Don’t stop,” she ordered.
My hips thrust into her and she raised her legs higher, giving me more access.
“Faster,” she said.
I gave her what she demanded, and felt my balls draw up. “Fuck. I’m close, Ivy.”
She put her hand between us and rubbed her clit. “Yeah.”
I felt her pussy contract around me and I came long and hard, then I collapsed on top of her.
No doubt about it, losing the condoms made sex so much better.
It hit me that I’d given her too much of my weight and I lifted up a touch. “If I haven’t told you, I really fucking like your couch.”
She giggled. “Yeah, we definitely put it to good use. Not sure I can move right now.”
I grinned. “We should get some sleep…in your bed. You want me to carry you to the bathroom so you can clean up?”
Her eyes darted to the side and back to me. “No, but that’s thoughtful of you.”
Slowly, I pulled out of her and that same look came over her face. I’d meant it earlier, no other woman had ever looked at me like that. Like that connection meant something to her. I grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet.
“I have a spare toothbrush if you want to brush your teeth,” she said when she stepped inside the bathroom.
“That’d be good, Ivy. I’ll wait until you’re finished.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were laying in bed.
Right before I nodded off, Ivy shifted to her side.
I turned so I was spooning her. “Woman, you better not steal the sheets like you did at the clubhouse.”
She chuckled. “If I do, it isn’t intentional.”
“Goodnight, Trouble.”
“Goodnight, Ryan.”
Ivy shifted her mass of dark hair over her shoulder and peered up at me. “I would offer you breakfast, but I don’t have any milk or eggs in the house.”
My lips tipped up. “That’s fine. I’ll eat whatever you’re having.”
She sat up and held the sheet to her chest. “Normally, I make my own avocado toast, but the idea of giving you an avocado is outlandish.”
I snatched the sheet out of her grip, then rolled into her, taking her to her back and pressing my chest to her tits. “Are you judging me because I’m a biker?” I asked in a teasing tone.
The skin around her eyes crinkled with her laughter. “No, I’m guessing based on your extremely well-honed muscles.”
Her legs spread and my hips dipped lower.
I laughed and kissed her neck. “Avocados have a little bit of protein, so I’m down with your breakfast, Ivy.”
She sighed. “Cool. Are we eating and then fucking or vice versa?”
I raised my head. “Fucking then eating.”
Almost an hour later, I popped the last bite of toast in my mouth.
Ivy watched me over the rim of her glass of orange juice. “I can’t believe that’s your first piece of avocado toast.”
“Yeah. I don’t buy the things because they’re never ripe when I need them. And if I’m at a place that serves it, I’d rather have something else on the menu. But Mickayla will be thrilled to know you popped my cherry.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but her cell rang and she immediately frowned. “That’s the office. I’m going to have to take it.”
I finished my orange juice while she took the call.
“Are you sure they said their name is Boyd Huntington?” she asked.
The food in my stomach felt like a lead weight. She looked freaked but it didn’t come across in her voice.
“Yeah. Did you tell him I wouldn’t be in today?”
Pause.
“She did? She’s the one who insisted—”
She stopped short, then sighed.
“Okay, all right. Text me his number and I’ll get on it, Shayla.”
She ended the call and put her cell on the counter.
I stepped into her personal space. “You aren’t doing anything with this, Ives.”
Her eyes widened. “What am I supposed to tell my boss? How would I know this person’s misrepresenting themselves? I know Boyd’s dead, but I can’t very well tell my boss that. I mean, the cops haven’t come around.”
“Why would they? It happened in another town, and we didn’t leave anything behind to put ourselves at the scene.”
“Ryan,” she started.
I shook my head. “Ivy, working in real estate is a dangerous job because you’re in an empty house with a stranger. You and I know that guy’s dead. Call your boss and punt this customer to a male colleague.”
Her head tipped back and she pressed her lips together. She righted her head and looked me in the eye. “He demanded me specifically.”
“Which is how you know it’s a set-up.”
She took a deep breath. “It’s just a phone call.”
“And I’ll be listening in, Trouble. But first I have to text Lark and Volt.”
“Why Lark?”
“They took me as a way to get under Lark’s skin. He’s as much a target as you and I.”
“You should wait until we know what he wants. There could actually be another man named Boyd Huntington.”
I gave her a dead-eyed stare.
She looked contrite. “You never know.”
I grabbed her phone off the counter and handed it to her.
She called the number and put it on speaker.
“Is this Ivy?” a man’s voice asked.
Ivy’s face twisted with a fake smile. “Yes, sir. Is—”
“You’re a hard bitch to find,” he said, cutting her off.
“I’m sorry, is this Mr. Huntington?”
His mirthless chuckle spiked my anger. “Yeah, but my first name ain’t Boyd.”
Ivy kept her gaze pinned to the wall. “I’m sorry, may I call you Mr. Huntington?”
“You can tell me what the fuck you and that bouncer did to Campbell.”
Finally she looked up at me. I shook my head. This was no time to tell him anything.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she fibbed, but it sounded believable. Maybe I was just biased to her now that we’d become more than co-hostages.