as if she can hardly contain herself. “It was worth the wait.”
I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’m not sure if I’m the man you need, Ivy. The man you deserve.”
She runs her hand along my chest, stopping just above my heart, the move gentle and caring as her beautiful big doe eyes meet mine. “Try…”
Unsure about how to proceed, I exhale. All I want is Ivy, but I know if I do this, I must proceed with caution. “The thing is, Ivy, your virtue is an issue for me.”
She recoils as if I’ve offended her. “You’re scared of this, of us… because I’m a virgin?”
“I honestly don’t know if I can give you the kind of experiences you deserve.”
“Void, I don’t need anything special… I simply want you.”
My body warms at her words, so I pull her off me to sit on the side of the bed. Having her on top of me is too distracting right now. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle with you, Ivy. You need that.”
She scoffs, scrunching up her face. “Says who? Why do you think I can’t handle who you are, Void? I’ve bricked a man up behind a wall, sealing him to his death. I grow crops of weed for a living right next to my bedroom. I live in an underground bunker with dead and decaying bodies hidden inside the walls. What makes you think for a single second I’m this sweet innocent flower?”
Ivy tied naked to a wooden cross while she submits to my every desire flashes through my mind like the degenerate I am. I shake my head, ridding Ivy from intruding and mixing with images of my fucking past. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t. Stop pushing me away. Let. Me. In!”
“Spend less time with Dash?”
“He’s a friend. Plus, we work together. How can I spend less time with him?”
“He likes you,” I reply.
“No, he doesn’t—”
“Yes, he does. How could he not?”
She narrows her eyes in on me cheekily. “Are you saying you like me?”
“Don’t change the subject here, Iv—”
“You’re avoiding the question, Void.”
I groan. “I think it’s clear that I like you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be worried about hurting you.”
She leans in, gently kissing my lips. “I like you, too.”
Rolling my eyes, it’s like we’re in fucking high school, and I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment that she has said that to me.
Ivy stands from the bed, then she moves for the door. “I’m gonna get something for you to eat, okay?”
I make a gesture to follow, but she throws her hands out. “Stop! You stay put and rest. I got this.”
I nod then slump back on the bed.
She opens the door and walks out, closing it behind her.
Did that just happen?
Or am I still tripping?
I press my hand against my hard cock. “Yeah, that just happened.”
The problem is eventually, Ivy’s going to want to go further, so I’m going to need an action plan for that day to try to keep myself in check.
My door swings open with force as my eyes shift up, expecting Ivy to walk in, but it’s Nycto. Frown lines mar his face as he strolls in. He slumps into the desk chair, rolling it over to the bed, then kicks his feet up onto the edge of the mattress, making himself perfectly at home. Folding his arms over his chest, he lets out a grumble of expletives under his breath as I wait for what I know is coming next.
“Can you fathom… how damn stupid it was for you to ride with alcohol and drugs in your system? Riding under the influence, you fucking idiot! You’re lucky there was no one around to witness that shit happen.”
Regret swarms through me as I let out a long exhale because I have no answer for him. So, instead, I ask, “How’s my ride?”
“Totaled. It’s a mangled wreck. It’s amazing you’ve come out of this so well and aren’t lying on a cold slab in the morgue. Honestly, if you weren’t so fucking high and off with the fairies, you probably would have tensed and come out of this a hell of a lot worse. But you’re paying for it, you fucked your bike in the process. What do you wanna do about a new one?”
“I’ll go shopping when I’m a little more…. functional.”
Nycto rubs his hand over the back of his neck, it’s a frustrated tell. “You and Ivy?”
“There’s nothing to report. We kissed, but