8. Cillian
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Cillian
A Few Hours Later
God, I need a drink.
I’m having second thoughts. Third thoughts. What the fuck am I doing?
Pulling into the familiar confines of my building’s garage, I’m like a live wire. The apprehension’s been intensifying throughout the drive home.
All morning there was one problem after the other on the jobsite, yet the image of Ivy’s smile, how we danced—how we fucked—replayed incessantly in my mind. My dick was at half-mast for most of the day, which was annoying AF. I’ve never caught feelings for someone I picked up at the pub before. It freaked me out and, at some point today, doubt crept in.
I’m so goddamn stupid. I can’t go out of town with some woman I met last night.
Woman. Hah !
Ivy Davies is twenty-fucking-four. Far too young for me. It’s not like we have a future, she’s moving to California in a few weeks. Our timing sucks. She’s only beginning to explore adult life, while I’m buried in responsibilities and feel stretched thin. I don’t have any space for…whatever might be blooming between us.
I need to nip this in the bud.
I kill the engine to my truck and sit for a moment, trying to sort out my thoughts. I’m a no-strings, no-complicated-entanglement kind of guy. Fuck it , I’m canceling. I’ll tell her I didn’t book anything yet and let her down by claiming I couldn’t get a reservation.
There’s no need to hurt her. She can go home and this madness between us can fade into the ether.
My phone buzzes as I make my way from the parking garage to the coffee shop next door, where Ivy is waiting .
Ivy: Still feeling you from last night…I’m ready for a repeat. ;)
Jesus fuck. My dick springs to life from her flirty text. I promised this sweet Ivy a getaway and she’s probably been excited all day. Meanwhile, I’ve spent the past couple hours scheming how to get out of it.
The rational part of me knows, without a shadow of doubt, all the reasons why letting this continue is a mistake. The bottom line is, I’m not the guy for her. Last night I had too much to drink. I didn’t even bother with protection. I’m clean, but gave no thought to the potential consequences in my rush to get my dick wet.
She said she’s on birth control, but maybe she lied.
Fuck . Ivy could be pregnant.
I’m not ready to be a father.
Why would she lie about it, though? I can’t imagine someone as genuine as Ivy would be less than truthful. Pretending to spend the night at a friend’s aside… But, I’m a friend, right?
We’ll go with that.
Yeah. I’m spinning. Like I always do if someone outside my family threatens to get close.
Let’s be honest. Despite the swirling doubts and panic, an inherent, truer part of me yearns for this to be real. Everything in my being wants to hang out with her some more. Get to know her. Hold her hand. Run my fingers through her hair. Wrap her in my arms by a roaring fire. Watch her come apart every time I fuck her.
Jesus. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Each step toward the coffee shop is a battle between my desires and my fears. Then I catch a glimpse of Ivy standing on the patio.
She’s bathed in the soft afternoon light, her white dress catches the breeze—it’s a vision. Ivy is so starkly beautiful it’s like a punch to my gut. With a small, pink overnight bag at her side, Ivy waits. Blonde hair glimmering with golden highlights. She turns her clear, turquoise eyes toward me and smiles, and it’s as though my world reorients itself around her.
Only her.
All the arguments, all the reasons why this shouldn’t happen, fade into insignificance. The sight of her wipes clean any doubt. She’s what matters to me now.
Mine .
Mo shíorghrá
“Hey,” I manage to choke out as I approach.
“Hey!” Her voice bubbles with infectious joy. “I was thinking about how much fun we’ll have in a hotel room.”
The way her eyes light up talking about our unmade plans unravel me. How could I have thought to deny her this? “Well, let’s head upstairs. I need to pack.”
In the elevator up to my loft, Ivy presses against me. Her boldness sends a thrill through my veins. I wrap my arm tightly around her, pulling her flush against my chest, as if trying to meld her into my body. If there were any lingering thoughts to get out of this, they dissolve in this instant.
Instead, a new determination takes root. I’m making tonight unforgettable. But, I’ve gotta come clean.
“About this trip,” I say as we step into my living room. “I haven’t actually booked anything yet. I got caught up at the site and then, well, it was time to meet you.”
Her laugh in response is light and forgiving. “What do we do, Mr. Spontaneous?”
“Give me twenty minutes to shower and pack. I promise I’ll line something up.” Her trust in me, despite my own stupid doubts, bolsters my resolve to honor our burgeoning connection with the sincerity and effort it deserves.
An hour later, we’re in my work truck on the nearly deserted road to Willow’s Lodge in Woodinville. One hand rests on her thigh and my fingertips tease beneath the hem of her dress .
I lean in close. “Since we’re in the middle of half a dozen vineyards, I thought tomorrow we could spend the day wine tasting.”
“Sounds perfect.” She kisses my upper arm, which drives me out of my ever-loving mind. “Though, I wonder if we’ll make it out of bed.”
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
My hand clamps on Ivy’s leg and instinctively she lifts her hips to release the fabric, giving me better access. My fingers push beneath her panties and find her drenched. I nearly veer into a ditch when she places her hand on mine and presses my fingers into her slickness. Moaning, she grazes her teeth on my arm.
We’re only about a mile away from the lodge, but this can’t wait. I manage to safely pull to the shoulder of the road and Ivy crawls into my lap before I even cut the engine. She straddles me and we feast on each other’s mouths as I grip her ass and grind her against my aching cock.
Sweeping her beneath me, I lower her across the bench. Her blonde hair fans across the seat and I yank up her dress to her waist and nestle between her legs. Her delicate hands roam all over my chest and arms. Sunlight filters through the windows .
“Ivy, you’re magnificent.” I lower my mouth to hers, kissing and sucking my way down her neck, earning one enticing moan after another.
I pull down the bodice of her white dress, revealing the swell of her tits straining against a plunging pink-lace bra. I press a kiss to her ribs and unhook the front clasp of her bra, pushing the fabric to the sides. She watches me, her expression both awestruck and innocent, as I cup one perfect breast and lick her raspberry-pink nipples into points.
“You’re so good. Don’t stop,” she begs.
I roll my hips against her. “It’s broad daylight, I’m only gonna take the edge off. I want us to go all night.”
Ivy’s hips rock up and she moans and writhes, bowing up beneath me as I swirl my tongue around her nipple and squeeze her other breast. I kiss and taste and worship her plump tits, teasing and taunting her by grinding my cock into her core. Her skin is flushed. Her breathing is shallow. She’s exquisite.
“Cillian, please…” The ache in her voice sends me into overdrive.
I push my hand into her damp panties, her juices coat my fingers like molten lava. Pressing against the magic spot inside her, my thumb circles her clit and she gasps. I crash my mouth to hers, wanting to capture her passion and drink it like fine whiskey .
Ivy shudders and grabs my wrist, rocking her hips against me. The cab is filled with her long, keening moans as I work her pleasure points. She bucks against me, whimpering. Her body trembles with my every movement. Lowering my mouth back to her nipple, I suck hard and her inner muscles clamp around my fingers.
“ Sooooo good. Ahhhh .“ Ivy’s head thrashes from side to side and she explodes, coating me up to my wrist.
My cock is swollen painfully behind the zipper of my jeans, desperate to get in on the action, but now’s not the time. I want Ivy to come apart for me again. I kiss her harder. Rougher. She matches my rhythm, fucking my fingers until she screams, “ Cillian, I’m coming .”
I feel her tugging at the button of my jeans and my cock lurches with joy. The thought of Ivy’s fingers wrapped around my dick nearly makes me come on the spot. We have all night, though. She gently squeezes my swollen crown, I groan and grab her hand and pull it from my pants. “Not here. I can wait.”
“Why, though?” Ivy pouts and pulls her panties to the side, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy. “See? I want you now. Fucking you is all I’ve thought about today.”
Fuck . This woman’s sex drive is like a dream come true. “Me too, but let’s get to the hotel. We’re two minutes away. ”
Leaning down, I press kisses all over her face. Then I try to re-clasp her bra over her pretty tits, to no avail.
“Here, let me.” She takes over and quickly pulls herself together, then leans back in her seat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be pushy, you make me feel all the things.”
My heart nearly bursts and I bring my fingers to her lips. “I dig you’re not afraid to ask for what you want. It turns me on and, believe me, we’re on the same page.”
A minute later, navigating the winding road to the lodge with Ivy’s scent all over my hand, a powerful realization settles in.
Every reservation—the age gap, my workload, the practicalities of dating someone generally—seem trivial now. In the span of twenty-four hours, Ivy has ignited something fierce and protective in my soul. I can try to deny it, but she’s the real deal.
This isn’t some fleeting romance. What we have is something profound.
Tonight, we’ll lose ourselves in each other.
Tomorrow, we can talk about what lies ahead.