6. Slate
6
SLATE
I should be thinking about what I just did.
About how I defied Saxon, the one guy who’s consistently had my back since I was a desperate teenager with no place to go. I should be panicked about the future. There’s no way things with Ivy will end up going smoothly. The world is set and ready to get in our way.
But as I lay her down on the bed, her thin arms wrapped around my neck like she never wants to let go, all I can think about is the future I could have with her.
Thank God Ivy comes from the same world as me. She didn’t judge when I brought her back to my place, an old run-down farmhouse just outside of town. I desperately wish I had more to give her.
A real home.
But for now, this will have to do.
Ivy’s golden-brown eyes open wide as I slide her shirt up and reveal her perfect, perky tits. If there is a God, he took extra time on Ivy.
I lean down to kiss her, my cock swollen beneath my jeans, hard and ready to fuck. But Ivy stops me with a finger over my lips.
“Are you sure about this?” she asks, her voice gentle and timid. “I don’t want to ruin anything for you.”
I cup her face, tracing her soft lines with my thumb. “Ruin anything? Baby, you’re the only thing in my life I’d risk everything for.” I’m sharing my soul with her. That’s something I don’t do. “The club? The rules? None of that matters if I don’t have you in my life.”
Her eyes blaze back at me, and she tilts her hips up against my center. I draw in a deep breath through my nostrils, infusing them with her scent.
“You sure know how to talk to a girl.” She smiles.
“Only you,” I correct her. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever let into my house, into my bed. And you know what? You’re also gonna be the last.”
I watch as the blush creeps across her cheeks, making me even harder.
The world outside could be on fire. Saxon could be on his way here now to try and talk some sense into me. Ivy’s father could be with him, gun in hand. But right now, all I care about is Ivy.
She belongs to me now. And I’ll go toe to toe with anyone who tries to take her from me.
I waste no time taking Ivy’s pants off. I tug them down and off like an eager madman and toss them to the floor. She lies on my bed, completely naked, like a goddess who just floated down from above. Her body is perfect. She looks sexy and innocent at the same time, and my mouth is watering with ravenous desire.
But despite how assertive and rebellious she is, I can tell by the way she’s twisting onto her side that she’s still shy. Seeing her nervous makes me even harder.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I tell her, stripping off my shirt. She can’t hide her gaze as it sweeps across my torso. “Let me see that pretty little pussy.”
Her blush deepens. She hesitates a moment but eventually twists onto her back and slowly lets her knees fall apart, revealing everything to me.
“Christ, it’s so beautiful, Ivy. Like a ripe peach just waiting to be eaten.”
If she was born into another life, Ivy would be walking runways in Paris and have closets filled with designer clothing. But here she is in Chesterville, a sexy little grease monkey with an outlaw like me. And I’m not even going to question how lucky I am to have her. I know.
Her sweet, glistening juices drip from her horny little cunt down to her asshole and onto the bedspread. That’s it. I can’t hold out any longer. I dive down between her legs, gripping her thighs with both hands as I drag my tongue up her slit.
Her body twitches at the sensation, and she moans my name while grabbing at my hair with both hands, hanging on for dear life as I suck and lick her clit, her delicious juices spilling from my lips and coating my cheeks and chin.
“Slate…” She mewls, her voice like a musical note created just for me.
I can’t get enough of her.
I spread her ass apart, move down and lick her there, lapping at her tight little ring. She moans deeper at the new sensation, something else she’s never felt before. Using my thumb, I do circles on her tiny button, causing her body to spasm as she grips my hair harder, threatening to tear it from my scalp.
“Oh my God!” she shouts, twisting her head into the pillow.
She nearly screams as her orgasm plows into her like a freight train. I’m grinning like a fool between her legs as I keep a steady pressure on her sweet spot. Watching her climax is like watching the Northern Lights–a pure spectacle of natural beauty.
Her body twitches one last time, and she collapses back down onto the bed.
It’s time.
I stand, yank my belt loose with one hand, and tear my pants down. My cock springs out like a spear, finally able to stand out straight after being packed into my jeans for so long.
Ivy is gasping for breath. Beads of sweat glisten on her face and chest. I reach down and grab her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach and causing her to squeal with surprise. The view of her ass from behind is spectacular. So plump and so sculpted.
I have to spank it.
I can’t help myself.
So I do. And Ivy loves it.
“Goddamn look at you,” I growl. “So fucking sexy. Built like a fucking goddess.”
Ivy smiles, eyes closed, and moans into the mattress as I hoist her hips up and pull her into the doggystyle position. What a view.
I press my cock into her dripping entrance and smile as her juices coat my crown. Unlike last time, there’s no hesitation when I slide inside her. In fact, as the tight, warm walls of her pussy wrap around my shaft, Ivy backs her ass up and takes every last inch of me inside her.
She’s so goddamn tight. Tighter than a clenched fist and infinitely better than anything I’ve ever felt. Ivy is the ultimate. Pure bliss. I can’t restrain myself. Last time I tried to be gentle, but this time, she’s going to get it rough.
Fire surges in me as I reach down and wrap my hand in her hair and tug, bending her supple body into a perfect arch. She moans as I thrust, pumping her strong and heavy, watching her ass bounce on my cock with each stroke. Christ, I’m already on the verge of exploding.
I grit my teeth hard and fight back the urge to release inside her. Not yet. I want more. She wants more.
I slide a hand up her belly and grab her breast, feeling its firm, plump weight in my hand. She moans as I give her nipple a gentle pinch, and I look down at my cock as it slides in and out of her, already gleaming and coated with her milky white cream.
We’re breaking the rules together. I shouldn’t even be around her, let alone pounding her from behind while my heart threatens to beat itself to death. But there she is, taking my cock like it’s her job. And right now, pleasing her is mine.
“You wanted my cum before,” I growl. “You want it again?”
Ivy nods, letting out a confirmation moan.
“Tell me.”
“I–I want it,” she stammers, her breath breaking with each of my thrusts.
“You want my cum coating every inch of your little unprotected pussy, baby?”
“Oh my God, yes…” she whimpers as her tight walls clench down on my shaft. We’re both right there.
I spank her hard, grab her ass with both hands, and spread her open for a better look at the action. Her pink lips grab my cock with each stroke, as if her body is trying to keep me from even trying to pull out.
The view is magnificent. Just like her.
A few more hard thrusts are all I can take. I go off hard for what feels like a week, as I spray my seed into her dripping wet hole. Ivy comes with me. She presses her ass back and snatches the sheets, moaning into my pillow as her walls throb with each wave of her orgasm.
I hold her there after I come down, keeping my cock deep inside her so my cum stays deep where it’s meant to be.
I lay my sweaty body down on top of hers and rock my hips back and forth slightly, my cock still hard.
“That was incredible,” she whispers.
“ You’re incredible.”
We lay tangled together on my bed, her body nestled beneath my arm. I lazily run my fingers through her hair and down her back, memorizing the lines of her body, the feeling of her skin.
I never talk about my past.
Ever.
But if I’m going to keep Ivy in my life–if we’re really going to move forward together–she needs to know who she’s giving herself to.
“I was fifteen when I ran away.” My voice is rough and fights back against saying words it’s not used to saying. “Shuffled through foster care until I got fed up. My ‘mom and dad’ forced me to work and then stole my money to buy booze and drugs.”
“That’s terrible,” Ivy replies, lightly running her fingers across my arm.
“It wasn’t that bad ,” I sigh. “What was bad is how long I let it go on before I left.”
Ivy props her head up on her elbow as she looks at me. “And what did you do?”
I chuckle as I replay the incident in my mind. “Gave my foster-dad a right hook and got the hell out of there.”
Ivy’s lips twist into a smile. She doesn’t look shocked at all. In fact, she looks proud. Like she gets it.
I slip my hand around the nape of her neck, scratching gently. “When I ran into Saxon, things changed. The Heartless Bastards took me in, gave me a life, a purpose, a family.” I pause, taking in her absolute beauty. “And I walked away from all of that…for you.”
Ivy swallows hard. Her eyes falter. “Slate…”
“And I don’t regret it, baby,” I tell her, caressing her gently. “Not one bit.”
Her eyes flick away, like she’s looking inward. The room may be dark, shadows stretched across her soft white skin, but I see the vulnerability in her eyes. She takes a breath, like she’s searching for the strength to speak. I don’t interrupt her.
After a long moment, she whispers, “My mom cheated on my dad. She gambled, ran up an impossible debt, and when I was eleven, tried to sell me to this biker gang to pay it off.”
My entire body goes rigid. The thought of another man trying to take her has me raging. What kind of mother could do something like that?
“What gang?” I growl.
Ivy shakes her head and shrugs. “I never got the full name. Something about skulls, I think.”
I sit up as a fresh dose of adrenaline shoots through me. “Tell me your dad killed them.”
She shrugs again. “I don’t know. He saved me, though. And I never saw my mom again.”
I exhale slowly, trying to calm my pulse. It makes sense now–why her dad is so overprotective. I would be too. Shit, I already am.
“Nothing like that will ever happen again,” I tell her. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to lay a finger on you.”
A small, knowing smile twists across her lips. “I know.”
I can’t believe what happens next. I wasn’t planning it at all, but the words just fall from my lips.
“I love you, Ivy.”
Her lips part softly, and her eyes widen. She wasn’t expecting that.
Neither was I.
My words hang in the air, and for just a moment, I’m convinced she’s going to grab her stuff and leave. Tell me I’m moving too fast, despite all the mischief we’ve been up to.
But she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me on top of her like she wants me to crush her. “I love you too,” she whispers.
I press my lips against hers and kiss her slow and deep. Ivy is the triumph of my life, and I’ll spend the rest of my years protecting her. Even if my past comes back to haunt me.