Page 38 of Training the Heart

I don’t even hesitate. I grab us two waters from the fridge and make my way over to my own personal nest of cock torture as quickly as I can.

“You should take the wrap off, Trouble, let’s have a look,” I say to Ivy an hour later, when we’re mid-movie, as I pop a handful of popcorn into my mouth.

I watch as she unwraps her ankle carefully.

She pokes and prods at it, sticking a long, silky leg out and flexing her foot. I have no idea how but even that makes my dick twitch.

“It’s almost better,” she says, observing. “A little tight maybe, but I’d say ninety percent better.”

Don’t do it, Wade. Don’t you fucking do it.I look up at the ceiling for a split second.

Fuck it. I’m doing it.

“Give it here, I’ll rub it out for you.” I motion for her to bring her foot to me.

“I haven’t shaved my legs today.” She giggles. “They might be prickly.”

“Fuck, if you think I care about that, you’re dead wrong,” I tell her.

She bites her bottom lip and contemplates for a minute. I wonder if she may not trust me enough to even want my hands on her. I berate myself for once again not knowing how to keep any sort of boundary with her, but before the thought can leave my head she’s scooting across the floor and putting her foot into my lap.

I reach over, bringing her slender ankle into my hands. I start by pressing my thumbs into the arch of her foot, which feels tiny in my palms. Even her goddamn feet are pretty. A few seconds pass and she moans softly while I try to keep my breathing under control. Heat slinks up my forearms with thefeel of her bare skin on mine and the sight of her pretty pink toes in my lap.

“Do you fink they’ll ever make another one of veese?” Ivy asks through her own mouthful of cinnamon hearts. I chuckle at her mumbling.

“I don’t know. It depends on whether or not Vin Diesel can get an acting job somewhere else,” I answer, trying to think of literally anything other than my swelling cock against my sweatpants. “And FYI, your legs aren’t prickly in the slightest,” I say.

In fact, I’d like to run my tongue over them.

She giggles. “God, that feels way too good, I might have to hire you.”

“It’ll cost you,” I say without thinking.

Ivy’s response is barely more than a whisper and shocks me just a little. “Oh yeah, well, whatever it is, I’d be willing … just add it to my tab. Daily dinner and foot rubs. Gawd … that feels good,” she says, almost in a sort of pant.

The tone of her voice is even more husky than normal and sexy as fuck.

That voice threatens to ruin me.

“I think they can always convince Vin to come back, but they’d have to leave The Rock out, apparently they don’t get along,” I say, keeping this lame-ass subject going. “And The Rock would kick Vin’s ass, that’s why they madeHobbs and Shawand Vin wasn’t in it,” I mutter as my thumb traces her calf.

“I think Vin is stronger than you think,” she says.

“Not a chance he could take The Rock.”

What the fucking hell are we even talking about?

I don’t have a clue, but I can play this game all night, the one where we talk ourselves through whatever this is, especially now that my hands are creeping past her knee, kneading her skin like I can’t touch enough of her. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

The slightest little grin plays on her lips as her slightly fuller lower one, the one that was put on her face by God Himself just to taunt me, meets her teeth as she thinks, and she narrows one eye in a squint.

I slide one finger up just slightly over her inner thigh, then circle the back, squeezing tight as she lets out a breathy moan. I may as well dig my rock-solid dick a grave with that sound.

“This is something you should do, get massages. I see how tight your shoulders are at the end of the day. I don’t know how good I’d be at it but I could try to return the favor,” Ivy offers quietly.

I sigh. “I think it would take a lot more than a little massage to work out the weight in my shoulders,” I reply, realizing that sounded a lot more like an invite than I planned.

“Oh I know,” she says mischievously. I look over at her, she’s grinning ear to ear. “Or … you know what works to relieve tension?”

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