Page 24 of Wild Night
“Wow,” she breathes, finally speaking.
“Honestly, I thought you knew. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise.”
Pushing off her, I roll onto my back, but I don’t let her slide out of bed or even move an inch away from me. Wrapping my arms around her again, I pull her against my side and touch my lips to her forehead. I close my eyes as I kiss her there. As she lets out a heavy sigh.
“I didn’t,” she exhales. “I just… what happened to Dakota there?”
I don’t know if I should even tell her anything, but at the same time, I need to earn her trust, and what I don’t need to do is have her focusing on that part of the past. Especially the shit she can’t go back and change. The shit she had no control over.
I pull her over my body until she straddles me, her hands on my chest. She dips her chin, her eyes looking down at me. Wrapping my fingers around her waist, I grip her, holding her to me. I can feel the warmth of her pussy against my lower stomach.
“You can talk to Dakota about that, but as far as I know, she was good.” She nods her head, pressing her lips together as she rolls them. “Now,” I begin, “are you going to fuck me again?”
“Ivy,” she exhales.
“Yeah,” I grunt. “You’re going to fuck me again.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I bring her chest down so that her tits press against my bare skin. She touches her mouth to mine, but neither of us deepens the kiss. Then I feel her tongue slide across the seam of my lips.
“Baby,” she breathes, and that shit goes right to my dick.
It twitches, begging to be inside of her. I cannot believe that this woman makes me feel this way. I should fucking run, but the club is more important than my feelings. She could call me baby any minute of any day.
It’s sexy as fuck.
She’ssexy as fuck.
“Princess,” I groan. “I need you to ride me.”
Shifting her hips, I adjust her so she sinks down along my length, taking me inside of her completely. I close my eyes when she’s fully seated on me. Her nails dig into the flesh of my chest, and I clench my teeth, grinding them back and forth, wondering how long I can hold off.
I’m already ready to blow my fucking load.
“Ivy?” she calls out softly.
Opening my eyes, I look up at her. Her head is tipped, her dark hair surrounding us like a curtain. Gently, I glide my fingertips up the side of her body, cupping her tits before I slide my thumbs across her hardened nipples.
“Ivy,” she says, repeating herself as she begins to roll her hips. It’s sexy as fuck, her eyes on me, her lips parted as she breathes heavily.
My fingers flex against her tits, gripping her there as she moves. She grinds her clit against my pelvis. I watch as she sits up straight, then she reaches behind her, and her fingers grasp my thighs. Her back arches, her head falls back, and it’s the best fucking show of my goddamn life.
I would pay her for this if I thought that it wouldn’t piss her off.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I release her waist with one of my hands and slip it between us. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I rub firm circles there as she continues to move.
Posey is bucking, rolling, giving me exactly what I want, then she gasps, her nails scoring my thighs before she releases me, shuddering. Her entire body shifts physically, but I think that something else shifts between us, too.
Her eyes find mine, her palms pressing against my chest. “Make me come again,” she breathes.
I almost snort because that’s the fucking goal. It doesn’t take me long to give her what she wants. A few circles, a roll, and a pinch, then her head flies backward, and a moan escapes her lips as her entire body jerks above mine, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
“Yes,” I hiss as my orgasm is wrenched from my own body. Posey collapses on top of me, burying her face in my neck. Her lips touch the side of my throat before she speaks.
“I hated my life before I came here,” she breathes.
And that is the thing she tells me. My arms wrap around her, my muscles flexing and holding her close to me. “I think I might have, too, princess.”
I wish those words were a lie. But I’m telling the absolute fucking truth. I didn’t know I could have hated any part ofmy life. I thought I was living the fucking dream, but now I’m second-guessing it, and I shouldn’t be because this isn’t supposed to be fucking real.
