Chapter 11
ELEVEN
AJAX
Ivy has to work tonight, but it didn’t take a lot to convince her to stay the night. After I drive her to and from work—just like I did a week ago, we walk hand and hand into my house.
It feels good—normal.
As if it was always meant to be.
She switched her phone off a while ago—her father and brother are trying to get hold of her. I’d think they were worried, but she believes they’re just going to complain about her not being around to cook and clean for them.
So we’re going to let them stew overnight.
She’s a grown woman making her own decisions.
And I’ll support her no matter what they are.
When we’re finally alone in my living room, I pull her into my arms and kiss her senseless. She gazes at me with all the affection in the world.
“We don’t have to … you know … tonight.” If I can sleep with her next to me, I’ll be a happy man.
“I know. But I want to. I want you, Clayton.”
Taking her by the hand, I lead her to my bedroom.
My heart thuds, but again she takes the lead, reaching for the buttons of my shirt. I can’t believe my luck.
This beautiful, vibrant woman is all mine.
She wants me as I am.
Ivy pushes my shirt down my arms, and it drops to the floor.
I cup her face and kiss her—long and deep.
“I need you,” she whispers when I let her go.
Her breathing quickens when I reach for the hem of her T-shirt and pull it over her head. It’s almost too much—her large breasts encased in black lace.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Ivy’s cheeks redden. “You’re not so bad yourself, mister.”
She reaches around her back and unclips her bra, dropping it to the floor, and I catch my breath. She’s so perfect, all cream and pink skin, and her pale pink nipples look good enough to eat.
I unbutton and unzip my jeans, sliding them down my legs and kicking them off. When I straighten up, she’s done the same.
The girl of my dreams, completely naked in front of me.
“You’re overdressed.” She reaches for my boxers, and I chuckle, helping her push them down.
I take her in my arms—her breasts pressed against my chest.
This is heaven.
“Want to join me in bed?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Her eyes glimmer with mischief.
I kiss her. A week ago, I was watching her, thinking of her, dreaming about her. But now she’s here in the flesh and she’s moving in with me.
“I want you in here. Not in the spare room.”
Ivy snorts. “As if I’d ever last in there.”
She pulls away and takes my hand in hers, leading me to the bed.
I laugh as she pushes me back onto the sheets—my bed’s still unmade from this morning—and straddles me.
For the first time in forever, I’m free.
She doesn’t judge me.
She doesn’t look at me like a freak.
“Come here,” I beckon her down for a kiss, and she giggles as I flip her over onto her back, hovering above her. “I need to taste you, Ivy. Need to lick that pussy until you’re ready to take me.”
Her eyes widen. “I never pictured you for a dirty talker.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I like it way too much.” Her dimples pop. How can she be so adorable and sexy all at once? I love it.
I kiss my way down her body, pausing to suckle on those hard nipples. She squirms underneath me, her breathy sighs spurring me on as I kiss over her belly and down toward her pussy.
She lets out a moan when my tongue hits her clit. I lick and lap and suck, the taste of her making me so hard, it’s almost painful.
Ivy Buchanan is perfection.
I flop onto my back and pull her over until she straddles me again.
Her kiss is soft, but I deepen it. All I can smell is her on my beard, and I love it. If I spent the rest of my life smelling of Ivy’s pussy, I’d be a happy man.
I might be slightly obsessed.
“There are condoms in the side cabinet,” I say.
She pulls the drawer open and takes out the box. The cellophane crackles as she breaks it open and slides out the small packet.
After ripping it open, she slides the condom out and meets my gaze. I suck in a breath as she rolls it down my cock.
Oh, how I love her hands on me.
She smirks as she raises herself up and slowly impales herself, her tight, wet heat engulfing me.
I’m the luckiest man alive as she leans forward, her palms pushing against my pecs.
It’s hard to hold on as she grinds against me, rising up and down my cock.
She kisses me, and I wrap my hand around the back of her head, not wanting to ever stop.
When I let her up, she gives me a lazy smile. “Clayton.”
“I love it when you say my name. Only you.”
“Not even Jessie?” Her smile widens, and I know she’s only teasing.
“No one. Just my girl.”
She drops a kiss to my collarbone. “I like being your girl.”
Her hips keep moving, and I let out a groan as I thrust into her. I’m so close, but I’m trying so hard to hold on.
I’ll spend the rest of my life making her happy.
Whatever she needs.
I slip my thumb between my cock and her clit, and she bites her bottom lip as she rides me to her own orgasm.
I’m right behind her, and I grip her hips, thrusting in deep until I spill into the condom, moaning into her mouth as she kisses me again.
She slows, pressing her forehead to mine before she rolls off me and flops onto the sheet.
“That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing.”
Ivy turns toward me and cups my cheek. “I’m so crazy about you.”
“I’m obsessed with you.”
I roll her pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Ivy Buchanan has a body to die for, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night buried between those luscious thighs.
“I’m so glad I stormed over here,” she says.
I laugh. “Me too. And I’m even more glad that you’re moving in. I didn’t like the way your father and brother spoke to you.”
Her face drops. Is her home life that bad she doesn’t want to think about it? I’m no prince charming, but if anyone’s going to rescue her from it, it’ll be me.
“They … they changed after Mum died.”
“That’s no reason to treat you the way they do. You don’t work for them.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I’m glad I’m here, but it’s not easy to leave.”
She meets my gaze. The internal fight is obvious. I’m sure she loves her family, but if I had any idea they were so awful to her, I would have swooped in a long time ago.
“Whatever relationship you have with them going forward, it’s up to you.”
She swallows hard. “My dad …”
“Can look after himself. You said it yourself. Both he and your brother are grown men. This is the guilt kicking in.”
Ivy nods.
“I love your eyes. They remind me of my favourite cow. All big and brown.”
Ivy’s lips quiver, and she lets out a bark of laugh that fills my heart.
“Thanks for that.”
“Made you laugh.”
She nods. “You’re really not what I expected.”
I quirk a brow. “What did you expect?”
Ivy shrugs. “I knew there had to be more to you than the big, silent man who only spoke to me when he ordered a drink.”
“Is that how you thought of me?”
Her smile is so gentle. “Digby, Cookie, and even Shane talk a lot more than you do. It always looked like you were taking part in the conversations without talking. If that makes sense.”
“Do you want to know the truth?” I ask.
She laughs. “Of course.”
“I usually wasn’t listening. My focus was on your arse as you went from table to table.”
She snorts. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve had my eye on you for a long time. I never thought …” My throat tightens. “I never imagined you’d given me a second thought.”
“Really?”
“You’re younger than me, and gorgeous as hell. What would you want with a miserable, scarred fool like me?”
Ivy brushes her hand down my torso until she reaches my cock—my cock that’s hardened with her soft body being in my arms.
“I can think of a thing or two,” she whispers.
“You only want me for my body,” I chuckle
Her grip tightens, and I suck in a breath. This woman undoes me. I’ve never met anyone like her.
And now I’ve got her, I’ll never let her go.