Page 124 of Training the Heart

“Fuck me harder, Wade … deeper.”

“Say please, Ivy.”

Her violet eyes flash to mine, glassy, spent and a little defiant, full of fire. These are the moments that she wants me so badly she’ll do anything I ask, and I crave them like the ocean craves the shore. Her painted lips turn up in a tiny smile before she says, “Please, Wade, fuck my desperate pussy harder,sir.”

Her sentence ends in a moan, and I’m done for. Who am I fucking kidding? Every ounce of power and control I think I hold belongs to her. It has for the last eighteen months.

I pull out of her and drop her to the ground. Spinning her around, I press her up against the sink, using my knee to spread her legs apart, and when she grips the countertop and looks at me in the mirror, her beauty stuns me.

“Was that nice enough for you, Chief?”

Fucking Christ, this woman.

I growl as I bite her neck and flip her dress up over her plump ass, using my thumbs to spread it apart before I sheathmyself in her in one profound thrust, and she moans and falls back against my chest. I use my hand to pull her head up, gripping her by her throat as I hold her tight and whisper into her ear.

“Don’t close your eyes, you’ll miss my favorite show. The one where you fall apart on my cock.” I squeeze her throat tighter; she whimpers as I feel her hot pussy clamping down around me, but she does what I ask and keeps her eyes on us in the mirror.

So she’ll never forget who owns her, my hand around her throat and the glaring wordminereminds her. My other hand comes down to allow my middle finger to find her clit, and I give it a pinch and she cries out.

“Good girl, such a pretty sight.”

“I am your good girl, Wade …” she whines as I piston into her, dropping my lips to her sweat-slick upper back, feeling my own high closing in with her acceptance of my praise; it barrels up my spine. Her pussy tightens even more around me as I give her needy clit the attention it craves.

“When you come, I come, Ivy,” I say to her. I dip my head down to kiss her shoulder, her neck.

“Well, this may take alongtime then.” She gives me the look that tells me she’s about to fuck with me. So I push her the only way I can, with my words and my fingers strumming against her clit.

“Nah, I think you’re ready now. Tell me, Ivy. TellmewhenIcan come,” I say, giving her the spark of control she loves.

Ivy reaches her arms back around my neck and pulls my head closer, looking right at me in the mirror. Her direct eye contact when she moans frenzies my movements in a way that reminds me I can’t fucking get enough of her and I’m never in control around her.

“You can come now, Wade,” she says with her eyes on mine, and I come, just like this. I spill into her as I pinch her clit andshe comes with me, biting her bottom lip to keep from alerting everyone in the hallway to what we’re doing in here.

The music that plays in the bathroom suddenly seems a lot louder as we still for a moment, coming down.

Ivy leans into the mirror while I’m still inside her and runs her ring finger over her still perfectly painted bottom lip.

“Fucking book porn,” I whisper as I kiss her shoulder, chuckling.

“Got me what I wanted though.” She winks, as she straightens the tulle on her hat. “And I didn’t even mess up my makeup.”

God, I fucking love her.

Ten minutes later, we’re put back together and in the winner’s circle suites where our entire family is, each of them passing around and vying for the attention of our little violet-eyed, blonde-haired baby girl, Billi Grace. Billi is already a handful at eight months old, crawling everywhere and pushing her mama to her limits.

Ivy takes it all in stride; nothing ruffles her. Hell, she trained Angel, and attended most of her prep races with me for five months, with Billi either on her hip or close by somewhere with Mama Jo or Glenda. Nothing slows Ivy down, and watching her blossom into motherhood has been the greatest gift of my lifetime so far.

“She miss her daddy?” I ask CeCe, who was minding Billi while Ivy and I went downstairs “to check on our documentation.” They all know what we were up to, I’m sure, but I don’t give one flying fuck, new parents have to take what they can get.

CeCe nods. “Seems so. Mama Jo says she slept in the back with Mabel all the way here.”

Mabel drove up with my mama and they just had to bring Billi with them, because where Billi is, Mabel is. CeCe holds the second love of my life out to me and I bring my sweet baby to my chest, breathing in her perfect scent atop her wispy blonde curls.

CeCe shifts in her seat, her face contorting just a little. She is very uncomfortable in the May heat, seven months pregnant with her and Nash’s first baby. If I thought Nash was her puppy before, it doesn’t even come close to comparing how he is now.

I kiss Billi’s chubby cheek as she pats a small hand to my face and mutters, “Da da da da da.”

My heart fills with so much love, I feel like I can’t take it. There are times I may even be more of a goner for this little girl than I am for her mama. I’m a total girl dad and I’m not afraid to say it to whoever will listen, which makes Cole and Nash utter snide little comments about how soft I’ve gone more often than not, but I couldn’t give one flying fuck.

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