Chapter Twelve
Ryker
The guy from the auction was close to Ivy’s age. I’d guess twenty-five, twenty-six, and he’s a doctor. I bet she could have a really nice life with him. A big house, a piece of land big enough for ten chicken coops, a good health insurance plan, and hell, I’d bet they’d even have a load of kids.
Kids that wouldn’t have to be asked constantly why they were being raised by their grandpa.
Ivy sits across the table with a bowl of cereal in one hand, a spoon in the other.
She wears a short cotton nightgown with a strawberry on the front, the outline of her nipples hard and pointed against the fabric.
The girl came in from that fight and made me a steak dinner, then poured herself a bowl of cereal because she doesn’t eat red meat.
She cares. She cares, and though I hate that she ever got involved with that auction to begin with, I feel happy that she’s here with me.
Maybe even loved… but fuck if I’m not worried she might change her mind about dating an old man, especially when she has men her own age throwing themselves at her.
How could she not think about what it would be like to spend time with a man who didn’t need an ibuprofen after yard work?
“Do you think we should go check on the chicks?” She grins as she lifts the bowl to her lips and drinks the milk. “I’m worried. I don’t know why. I’m sure they’re fine, but—”
“Yeah, let’s go check. I’ll grab the flashlight. You need a coat.”
She jumps up, her buoyant tits bouncing, her shirt lifting just slightly to show her soft midriff. I expect her to run to the coat rack and grab her jacket. Instead, she runs toward me and jumps against my chest the second I stand.
Damn I love this playfulness. This fun, bright energy that lights me up and swells my fucking cock so hard.
“Thank you for today! I had the best time.” There’s a grin wide and gorgeous on her face as she talks.
“Tomorrow, I’m thinking we should do something you love.
Like,” she twists her lips to the side as she thinks, “fishing. When was the last time you were out at the lake? It’s supposed to be super sunny tomorrow.
We could get up bright and early, see what jumps on the hook. ”
“I might get on my knee right now and lock this down if you keep that up.” I lift her into my arms, gripping her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist. “How the hell are you so upbeat tonight? I figured you’d be scared as hell after that guy came out here.
That, or scared about what Benny’s gonna do when he gets back. ”
She narrows her brows. “I’m not scared of anything when I’m with you, Ryker.”
Jesus Christ. That’s what I needed to hear.
“You make everything feel so good. Like, no matter what happens, I can count on you to handle it and keep my heart safe in the process.”
My balls seize again as I run my hand up the side of her back and over the bump of her breast.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I lean down and kiss her forehead gently as she molds to my frame. She’s so small here in my arms. Fragile, like a curvy, little fairy.
“I wish every girl could have a man like you.” She stares up at me, her gaze soft. “I know Benny will be back soon, but,” she lands my hand between her legs, “my pussy has been throbbing since you carried me in here and I don’t think I can wait.”
Fuck me.
I blow out a breath and close my eyes, trying to recalibrate my thoughts.
Benny left forty-five minutes ago. It takes twenty minutes to go down the mountain, ten to drop off the asshole, twenty minutes to come back, and that’s if he’s going the speed limit.
I should assume he’s pissed and most likely driving faster, which could shave an extra ten minutes off the overall drive, which means he’ll literally be back any second. “He could open that door any minute.”
“What are you saying?” She pouts out her pretty pink lip and stares up at me with a slow blink.
“I’m saying I want you, my fucking cock is possessed, and you’re all I think about, but if we’re fucking when Benny opens that door, this conversation is going to go a hell of a lot worse.”
She wiggles down from my grip and grabs my cock with her hand, tracing slow circles around the head through my denim jeans like she’s on a personal mission. “I feel like this is a challenge.”
Cock rock hard, I lean into her lips. “We’re playing with fire.”
“No other way to play with fire… than to do it fast.” She holds her gaze on me. “I need you to fill me up, Ryker. I need your come, your heart, your babies!”
What the fuck?
There’s a soft whine in her voice that every primal urge inside of me wakes to. It’s a song, a calling, a siren I have to follow.
My cock stiffens at the thought of pounding into her soft core, at the thought of filling her with the intent of pregnancy, at the thought of watching her grow with my child. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
She glances down at my hard dick in my jeans. “Your penis knows what I’m saying.”
I shake my head. “Well, my penis can’t be controlled around you. It’s a monster.”
“It’s a monster with good taste.” She smiles and strokes her fingertip over the top of my dick. “You’d be a good dad. No, you’d be the best dad. Can’t you see us raising kids here? Maybe three or four, all of them barefoot, running through the yard, playing with the chickens and the horses?”
Fuck.
Her hand grips my cock harder. “I know you want that too.”
She’s right, I do want that. “Mmm hmm.”
“Then why deny it? Why not let this be what it is? I’m yours, Ryker. I already promised you that. Are you saying I’m not?”
Oh fuck. She’s playing a twisted little game, and I like it.
“I always said you were trouble, didn’t I?”
My chest tightens as she lifts off her nightgown, tossing it onto the dining room table, standing nude in front of me. Her perfect, round breasts, perky and taught. Her puffy pink pussy slick and wet at the seam.
“And you love trouble, don’t you?”
I growl under my breath and press her against my body. “Oh, I fucking love trouble.” Tugging off my jeans, I lift her onto the dining room table and slide her onto my cock like a tight, little toy meant just for me.
I bounce her there, lifting her on and off my hard dick as I watch her tits sway back and forth. “You have me so fucking hard, baby.”
She whines and gasps as I lean in and suck her tit, bouncing her wildly as I make my way down the hall toward the bedroom. She’s so tight, so creamy, so full of life as I toss her back on to the bed and lean into her nipple again, continuing the hard suckle that draws them into tight, little bulbs.
“I’ve never had anyone suck them before you,” she pants. “Do you think you’ll drink my milk when it comes in? Would you like that?”
Oh fuck.
I sink inside of her again, thrusting faster and faster, memorizing her sounds as the animal inside of me fucks. “You’re a dirty, little girl, aren’t you?”
She grins, as I grip her tighter. “No. I’m your dirty, little girl.”
My fucking God.
“You make me so fucking hard,” I groan as I thrust in, our bodies wet and loud, smacking against each other wildly.
“Good, ‘cause I need your babies. Give them to me.”
My heart is beating so hard I can barely catch my breath. This is all I’ve ever wanted. A life with my girl. A life with Ivy.
She stares up at me, unspent lust in her eyes as her tits jiggle back and forth. “I love you.”
“Fuck, I love you more, sweet girl.” I’m so deep inside of her that the base of my cock is pressed against the lips of her pussy.
“Oh God,” she whispers, “you’re so big. How does it keep getting bigger?”
“This is the deepest I’ve been. Are you okay?”
She swallows hard and I watch as a visible lump travels down her pretty little throat. “Yeah… I’m so good.” There’s anxiety in her voice as though she’s enjoying the pain, though it’s still pain.
I shouldn’t get off on this. I don’t want her to hurt, but for some reason, the animal inside likes it. He likes knowing how wide I’m stretching her little, virgin pussy. He likes knowing I’ve claimed her, molded her, made her sopping wet, little hole exactly for me.
Reaching between us, I massage her slippery, swollen clit as she whimpers and squirms. “Give it to me, trouble. Open those knees wide and come on my cock. We’re in a hurry, remember? I need you to soak my cock before Benny gets back. I need it.”
Sighing, she lifts her hips and spreads her knees wider, opening like a flower for me to sink into her tight and warm final depths.
I blow out a breath as I scrub her clit and pump inside of her, way too fucking close to release.
“I,” she moans, her eyes glassy, “I’m so close.”
“Good girl. Come on… come for me. Come for me now!” My teeth grind against one another as I thrust harder and harder, no longer able to think straight.
“I’m yours,” she pants. “I’m all yours.”
The bedframe thumps against the wall, and the bed scoots to the side as I fuck my girl to the deepest depths of her little channel… and fucking hell is it perfection!
She blinks up at me, her mouth drawn open, her eyes squeezing shut. “Oh God!”
“That’s right, baby. Give me that come. Spill all over me.” I circle her nub faster and harder as I thrust, watching her face screw up into a tight, little ball before her sex clenches down and grips hold, strangling my cock until I unravel.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My eyes squeeze shut, my balls tighten, and suddenly I release, emptying my full sack inside of her with a growl so loud I’m sure everyone in town has heard me. Hell, there’s a possibility that people in the next town heard me as well.
“God damn,” I growl, pinning her wrists to the mattress as she squirms against my cock, draining out the last bits of come from the both of us.
“I don’t want you to move,” she whines. “I feel so empty when you’re not inside of me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I growl into her neck as I scrape my teeth against her shoulder. “I need you.”
“I need you too, Ryker.” She’s barely said the words when the front door swings open without a knock.
Fuck!
Ivy stares up at me and grins like a little cheshire cat who knows how naughty she’s been. “I’d still say we win the game. We did finish before he walked in.”
I kiss her forehead and pull out of her tight, little pussy with a groan. “Let me talk to him. This is my fault.”
“No,” she rolls up from the bed, her pale blonde hair tangled behind her, “I did this too. We need to face this together.” Her words are thoughtful and kind, laced with the same care for me she always has.
“Okay,” I kiss the top of her head as she slides her clothes back on, “but if things get difficult, I need you to let me handle it. You’re mine to take care of, remember?”
“I remember.” She nods slowly and tips up onto her toes, landing a kiss on my lips before we step out of the room and head toward the kitchen where Benny sits waiting, his head hanging low as he picks apart a three-day-old glazed donut.
I should probably throw those things away at this point.
“You two don’t quit, do ya?” Benny snarks under his breath without looking up.
“Benny,” Ivy pulls out a chair at the table and leans in toward her brother, “I know this is super awkward, and believe me, I didn’t see it coming either, but I—”
“I love Ivy, Benny,” I interject. “I love her like I’ve never loved anyone. She’s—”
“My baby sister. Someone who’s twenty-five years younger than you. A young woman that has her whole life ahead of her and doesn’t need some old man tying her down.”
“He’s not an old man, Benny.” Ivy reaches for her brother’s hand, like she’s trying to get his attention. “And why does age matter, anyway? He loves me, I love him, we have a ton in common, and we—”
“In common?” Benny laughs. “What the fuck do you two have in common, aside from fucking?”
“The farm, the land, the chickens, the horses, a family.” Ivy glances up at me before returning her gaze toward her brother. “We want the same things.”
“You can’t have kids with that man,” Benny scoffs. “He’ll be dead before they’re out of high school.”
“Benny stop!” Ivy snaps the words and stands from the table. “I love him, okay? That’s it. I don’t want to lose you, but if you make me choose, I’ll choose Ryker.”
“That’s great, Ivy.” Benny stands from the table and rolls his eyes before pacing the room. “Just great.”
“Look,” I add, my tone as placid sounding as I can manage, “we love you. This wasn’t a conscious choice. It was feelings. A whole shit ton of feelings that had been building up for a long time. If I could’ve turned them off, I would’ve.”
Benny chews at the inside of his cheek before leaning up against the back wall to stare out at the darkening valley. For a while, he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t say a damn word.
Ivy and I glance toward each other, talking with our eyes, trying to figure what the next move is. I don’t want to be aggressive. I certainly don’t want to lose him.
I count every drip of the sink, all two hundred and forty drops, before he finally speaks again.
“I don’t agree with this.” He pauses and grabs his jacket off the hook by the door.
“She’s too young for you, you’re too old for her, and this whole damn thing is going to make everything super awkward.
” He slides his arms into his long tweed coat and buttons the first button.
“However, I love you both, and if this is how you want to ruin your lives, who am I to stand in your way.”
It’s not the most eloquent acceptance, but I’ll take it.
Ivy grins and barrels into her brother’s chest with a squeal. “You’ll see… everything will work out great.”
“Just promise me you’ll give it a minute before you run off and get married. I don’t think I can take that yet.” He squeezes Ivy. “I’m happy you’re happy, and I’m happy you have someone looking out. I know Ryker would never let anything bad happen to you.”
I nod toward my best friend, thankful for his blessing.
Maybe I should’ve told him sooner, trusted that he’d have understood.
“Oh,” he turns back, “I ran into Archer down at the bar when I was dropping the asshole, virgin weirdo guy off.”
“Yeah? He got back in town safe?”
“Sure did. I overheard him talking to Marin about the whiskey your dad used to make. He said he thinks he knows where the recipe book is.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Does he think it’s really worth looking for?”
Benny nods as he opens the front door. “Sounds like he’s on it. Anyway… I’ll text you guys. Take care of each other.”
I pull Ivy against my chest and hold her as close as I can get her. “She’s mine,” I say, kissing the top of her head, “and I take care of what’s mine.”