Chapter 30
Gray
Shortly after I leave Mackenzie at the bar, Ivy texts me.
IvyMac: I’m here. Dex already sent your stuff up to my room, btw.
GrayG: Wait, DEX got to see you before I did? Foul! Personal foul!
IvyMac: *Eye roll* That just means we don’t have to leave the room when you get here, Cupcake.
GrayG: Keep talking...
IvyMac: I splurged on a suite.
GrayG: A suite? Babe, that’s too much.
IvyMac: It’s a treat.
GrayG: An expensive treat.
IvyMac: I collected wages when I worked with Mom. Now I want to spend them pampering my man.
GrayG: Pampering, eh? You’re forgiven for Dex. Now, where you at, Ivy Mac?
IvyMac: SO glad I’m forgiven. :-P 12th floor. Rm. 1210
GrayG: Spooky. My room number is 1184.
IvyMac: Erm...why is that spooky?
GrayG: 1184 and 1210 are amicable numbers :)
IvyMac: I love it when you talk nerd. So sexy.
Hitting the elevator button, I grin wide and tap out my next message.
GrayG: Almost there. Be naked.
IvyMac: Bossy.
GrayG: If you could start playing with yourself, get nice and wet for me, that’d be good too. ;-)
Snickering, I tuck my phone into my pocket without waiting for her reply. By the time the elevator coasts to the twelfth floor, my dick is already throbbing.
The door to suite 1210 is open a crack, and I smile, knowing Ivy left it that way for me. Unrelenting need has my skin too tight for my body. I’m practically panting as I walk in, my heart thudding in time to my hard, quick steps.
Standing in the middle of the small living room is Ivy, wearing an oversized red T-shirt—and nothing else. I pause, take in the sight of her long, smooth legs, the way the shirt falls off one toned shoulder. White lettering across her breasts states, If you can’t handle my Tight End, you need a stronger D.
A coy little smile plays on her pretty pink lips, and her dark eyes shine beneath the heavy line of her glossy brown bangs.
She’s five feet from me, but I swear I can smell her scent, sugar and spice and everything nice. Lust hits me so hard, I actually shiver, my skin prickling, my knees going weak. Something that sounds like a growl rumbles in my chest, and her eyes go wide, her lips parting.
“Hey there, Cupcake—”
My mouth is on hers, my hand cupping her neck, before she can finish. I kiss her like she’s my only sustenance, going deep, licking into her mouth for that first taste.
Heaven. Home. Delicious. And she’s kissing me back as if she can’t get enough either. It makes me lose my mind.
My hands find her ass, and I haul her up, take two stumbling steps to the couch. Knees hitting the cushions, I maul her mouth as I fall on top of her, wrenching her shirt up to get at her sweet tits. She arches up, a little whimper escaping, as I suck at one perfect nipple.
Mac fists my shirt, pulling me up so she can attack my mouth again. I groan, my kiss so frantic our teeth clash. Her thighs spread wide as I tear at my jeans, my hands shaking so badly it takes two tries to get the button open.
My cock springs out, slaps against my belly. Fumbling, I cant my hips, find her slick heat, and thrust. Mindless, pushing into that hot, tight clasp. This time we both groan, our breath mingling. And then I’m pumping hard and deep. There’s just the sound of our flesh slapping together, the greedy, animalistic grunts I’m making, and the need for more and more. Fucking her is a heady mix of relief and agony. I’m frantic with wanting Ivy, and I know it will always be like this.
Long legs lock around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders. When she sinks her teeth into the soft flesh at the crook of my neck, my body seizes, and I’m coming on a strangled cry. Ivy strains against my hips, gasping, her pussy milking me with rhythmic pulses that have me pushing as deep into her as I can get.
I collapse against her, jelly-kneed and head spinning. Her arms come around my shoulders, limply holding on. We’re both panting hard, my open mouth pressed in the folds of her shirt that’s gathered high on her neck.
Taking a breath, I manage a casual, “Like your shirt.”
Ivy’s laugh is weak. “Thanks. I was totally going for a ‘gimme a hot and dirty quickie’ look.”
“Glad to oblige.” I smile, kiss the edge of her jaw.
Gently I detangle her from the shirt, pulling it free and throwing it aside. Ivy takes my shirt off as well, and I settle back, loving the feel of her skin against mine. A few more awkward wiggles and I’m out of my sneakers and jeans. But my softening cock stays deep inside her. I don’t want to leave her heat. Ever.
Somehow we’ve ended up on the floor. I frown, not even remembering tumbling.
“Are you okay?” I ask, touching her cheek. The fact that she’s pregnant comes back to me in a rush, and I go cold. “Shit. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“No. You were perfect.” Her fingers thread through my sweaty hair. “You always are.”
“You sure? I had this whole slow-seduction thing planned, but you looked so hot, and I’ve been dying for you, and—”
“Kiss me, Cupcake,” she says, tugging on my hair.
So I do. I kiss her softly, stroking the edge of her jaw with my fingertips. I kiss her as I carry her to the bedroom. I kiss her as I lie beside her, gathering her close, until we’re skin-to-skin. This is what I needed, the scent and feel and taste of Ivy all around me. The tightness in my chest eases.
Never am I more aware of my size than when I’m touching Ivy, of how my hands span the sides of her head, of how fragile yet necessary she feels to me.
“Ivy Mac,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers. I hold her in my grasp as I come at her mouth again, sipping at her lips, tilting my head to experience her from a new angle.
Her hands slide over my back, stroking, urging me closer. We kiss with lazy slowness, learning each other’s mouths over and over, until our lips are swollen, and my jaw is sore. But I don’t stop. My head is spinning, my cock a hot slab between our pressed bellies. It would be so easy to spread her legs wide and sink in deep, fuck her again. But I hold back, enjoy this simple act. It sharpens everything, sends my body into hyperawareness.
Our breaths mingle, the edges of our lips just touching. My tongue flicks over hers, a tease that I feel in my balls. Sweat covers my skin and hers, makes me shiver. Yet I’m so hot, so drugged on her mouth, I can barely breathe.
Ivy moans a little, her hips rocking slightly. I know she wants to be filled, but she doesn’t push it either, just holds on to my neck like it’s her anchor and suckles my lip, slides her warm, slick tongue over mine.
My breath hitches. It’s a struggle not to roll her over, not to go wild and thrust my tongue as deep as it can get into her mouth. I want those things. Yet this self-inflicted torture feels so good, I’m close to coming. Just from kissing Ivy.
And it does something to me, makes my gut clench and my heart pound. I reach up, find her hand that’s burrowed beneath my pillow. Our fingers twine and my thumb presses against cool metal. Ivy’s wearing my ring.
Mine. She. Is. Mine.
“Ivy.” My thigh slides between hers, intent on parting them. But her hand grasps my shoulder, and she gives me a nudge. I let her ease me onto my back.
“What are you up to?” I murmur as she crawls over me, nuzzling her way down my neck.
Her voice is warm honey over my skin. “Let me take care of you for a while.”
I’ve had sex more times than I want to think about. Girls have gone down on me, done all they can to impress me. But take care of me? Kiss their way around my body like it’s some divine experience? Never. Not like Ivy.
My hands shake a little as I touch Ivy’s hair, pushing it back so I can see her face.
“Hey,” I whisper. “Turn around, so I can take care of you too.” This I know. I want to taste her, lose myself in making her feel good.
But she shakes her head, her hands gliding down my sides. “Not now. This is for you.”
Glossy brown hair slides over my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Throat tight, I glance down, take in the sheen of her skin, those long, lean thighs, the way her tits sway as she moves. So damn beautiful. The tightness in my throat becomes a lump, and I swallow hard, draw in an unsteady breath. “Mac.”
At the sound of my voice, she lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. I blink rapidly, my heart pushing against my ribs. She smiles, a soft curving of rosy lips, then presses a light kiss to my side. I feel it in my toes.
Ivy is clearly trying to torture me. Her sly tongue follows the line of my hip, runs along my abs, goes everywhere but where I want her to be. My cock lifts as if trying to flag her down. Finally, she gives the head a lazy little lick, and I practically swallow my tongue.
She’s done this before, but now, after kissing her for so long, I’m strung tight as a wire, sensitive to every touch. When she sucks me in, I moan so loud it sounds almost pained. My eyes squeeze shut, heat rippling over my skin.
My hand falls to the crown of her head. I hold her there, slowly pump my dick in and out of her willing mouth. She hums, the vibration going straight to my balls. My grip tightens. “So fucking good, honey. Like that. God, like that.”
Ivy grips my length as she sucks, then goes so deep, her mouth sliding over her fingers too. When she draws back, her wet fingers trail between my thighs, parting them. I let her do it, my muscles twitching under her hands. She caresses my balls, my ass, all the while sucking and licking my cock in a slow, steady attack.
“I love your mouth.” Watching her pink lips stretch around my dick is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I almost miss it when her fingers slip down past my balls.
Almost. Only her fingertip circles a place no one has ever touched.
My ass clenches, but I don’t move. I can’t. Her boldness has me off-kilter. Blood rushes through my ears. Half of my focus is on her warm, wet mouth, the other half on that finger. It’s kind of kinky, and fuck if that doesn’t make my dick go even harder.
She strokes me, the lightest of touches. And it feels good. Too good. With a little groan, she sucks me deep and then pushes that finger against me, seeking entry. I shouldn’t let her do this. It’s too much.
“Mac? I don’t know about... Never mind... Oh, fucking hell, yes.” Her finger slides in, a strange invasion that sets my body on fire. “Jesus, fuck...”
Chest heaving, I fight to stay still. God, but I want to rock my hips, push against that finger. Because it’s so indecent, so fucking erotic and good I grit my teeth, so close to coming that I can feel it rising up my balls. And then she hits a spot that stops my breath, maybe my heart.
“Oh fuck, Mac.” I thrust into her mouth, writhe against her hand. Which makes me feel it more. She’s taking me. Me, the one always in control. She is making love to me with her mouth and fucking me with her finger. It’s so intense, I don’t think, only pant and move with her as if my life depends on it.
My hand slides from her hair, slams to the bed to grasp the covers as I arch up into her mouth, my entire body drawing tight. Pleasure punches through me. I come so hard, the room turns hazy.
And she just takes it, drinking me down, sucking my cock with sharp tugs that have me babbling demands. “God, honey, promise you’ll marry me one day. I have to have this for the rest of our lives. Forever. Always. Fuck.”
She releases me with a long pull, her finger sliding away.
My skin prickles. I feel vaguely empty, my body sore in places I don’t want to think about. And as she slowly kisses her way up my stomach, I’m still babbling. “Give it to me on Christmas. Birthdays.” Her tongue flicks in my belly button. I grunt, my hips twitching. “My days off. Major holidays. Midnight surprises...” Mac licks my nipple, and I shiver, my voice going raspy. “Twice on Tuesdays.”
Her dark eyes gleam brightly. “Just Tuesdays?”
“Twice on Tuesdays. Maybe once every day?” I crane my head, give her a hopeful look, and she utters a husky laugh that is so fucking sexy my thighs clench and my words come out strangled. “Just, you know, let’s keep this particular fun on the down-low...”
A flush of heat washes over my cheeks. Jesus, I can’t believe she did that. And how fucking good it felt. I’ve underestimated my girl.
Mac’s lips twitch but her expression is solemn as she rises over me and bends to kiss me softly. “Your secret’s safe with me, big guy.”
She tastes like me, her mouth all swollen and red and plush. I want more. My hand slides over her neck, holding her there so I can kiss her deeper, a languid glide of tongue and lips. Little pulses of heat ripple through my dick like aftershocks. Holy hell.
“Definitely twice on Tuesdays, Mac.”
Gray flops on the bed with me, making the massive mattress bounce. He’s wearing a pair of sweats that ride low on his lean hips and nothing else. “Checking out the swag?”
Swag being the large duffel bag I’m picking through filled with goodies that various sponsors have gifted Gray and his teammates.
“Dad used to bring home travel soaps and T-shirts.” I pull out an elegant plastic box that holds a certain watch people have been dying to get their hands on. “Nothing like this haul.”
Gray waggles his brows. “Pretty sweet, huh? I think there’s a voucher for a year’s worth of steaks.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t cry.”
“I might have shed a tear or two.” Gray pushes up the hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing and rests his head on my bare thigh. With a little hum of pleasure, he strokes my leg, his expression content, his body loose-limbed and lazy. Give the man a blow job and a little unexpected ass play and he’s practically purring. There’s probably a lesson in that, only I’m equally susceptible. Gray merely has to look at me a certain way, and I’m ready to offer him anything.
“Ivy?”
“Yeah? Ooh, look, soundproof headphones. I’ve been wanting a pair of these.”
“They’re yours.” His hand moves along my calf, the touch soft, steady. “When I told Drew about you being pregnant, I realized that I wasn’t afraid. That the idea of having a baby with you was kind of great.”
My heart seizes.
Clearly, he feels me stiffen because his grip tightens on my shin. “I’m not trying to push you,” he says. “But you asked me once what I wanted.”
The bed creaks as he rises up on his elbow. Gray’s expression is earnest yet almost shy. “I want it all with you.”
Warmth flutters through my chest as I look down at him. Gently, I brush back a lock of his hair. “I thought you might.”
His gaze moves over my face as though he’s trying to read my mind. “But do you?”
Running my fingers through his hair, I stare off. “When I think of this baby as you and me, I want to protect it with all that I am.”
Gray gives my leg a gentle squeeze, but I keep talking.
“But when I think of trying to be a mother right now...” I trail off with a strangled breath. “I mean, a baby—a child—needs constant care. I can’t do that on my own. I don’t want to do that.”
Gray’s brows snap together. “Who said anything about being on your own? We’re in this together. One hundred percent.”
“Gray, you’re going to be starting the NFL. July through January, they’ll basically own your ass.”
“Okay, yeah, that will suck.” Gray sighs and rests his forehead on my thigh again. “But we can work it out. And never think for a second that I won’t be all in when I am there.” His big body flops back onto the bed, and he blinks up at the ceiling. “Shit, I don’t know. Maybe we should wait.”
I lie back too, my head next to his. “Only I’m pregnant now. When I think of ending it, I just can’t.”
With a muttered curse, I press my forearm over my eyes. “Why is it so hard, Gray?”
Gray rolls to his side and lifts my arm off my face. “I wish I had the right answer,” he says slowly. “All I can say is that the hardest decisions in life are often over the things that mean the most. So what means the most to you, Ivy?”
“You. Being together.”
His expression turns tender. “And what do you fear the most?”
“Making the wrong choice.”
“Then make the choice that scares you the most.”
Cupping his strong cheek, I peer up at him. “You never let anything stop you, do you, Cupcake?”
“Not for long, Ivy Mac.” His large frame moves over me until I’m surrounded by him. “It’s my nature to work past obstacles.” His lips skim up my neck, nipping and tasting as they go. “And look what I have to show for it. Top of my sport and, in my bed, the woman I love more than anything.”
“Our bed,” I correct, pulling him down to me.
His hard body presses against mine, and everything kind of short-circuits. He feels so good, all satin-smooth skin and hot, hard muscle. I need him again. Now. Thick and slow within me. In a haze, I think about luck and how mine had always seemed slightly off. I think about how happy I am in this moment with Gray, knowing that he’s mine. That we could actually be a little family.
I’m afraid. But maybe a little fear is a good thing.