Page 41 of Training the Heart

“You’ve wanted me from day one, haven’t you, Trouble? You wanted to pull that towel down the day you came into my house unannounced and take my thick cock between your lips,”he asserts, his voice deep and challenging in my mind.

“Fuck, yes I did,” I whisper, water sprinkling against my lips.

“And now, you want me to fill this tight little pussy with every inch of my cock?”he asks.

“Yes,” I whimper, my face pressed against the shower wall as I work the water pulsating from the shower head against my aching swollen clit.

His cock stretches me perfectly as he drives into me from behind, his big hands gripping my hips in a bruising hold. I work the shower head against my dripping core faster, more, deepening my fingers as far as they’ll go. In my mind, they’re Wade, fucking me with every single ounce of desire I feel for him.

I move the jet up, just a fraction of an inch but it’s enough to send me reeling as I let out a muffled cry, tumbling, falling, exploding from the inside out with Wade’s name on my lips while I do.

The water starts to run cold as I come back to earth from the best orgasm I’ve had in, well, maybe ever. I place the shower head back in its holder and towel off, squeezing the water from my hair as I dry off and stare in the steamy mirror at the woman that just got off while the man she was thinking of sat in the next room.

So much for staying professional.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Wade

“Need a hand?” I ask Ivy as she comes toward my truck wheeling her small navy suitcase that’s seen better days behind her.

“Sure, Chief.” She smiles at me. And it’s the good morning I missed at four when I woke up and she wasn’t here, so I watchedThe Terminatorand ate my ice cream alone. I’ve barely seen her since Wednesday, when the kiss felt round the fucking world we shared almost broke me.

Okay, the truth is I’ve been avoiding her, trying to get my head straight before spending the next three days with her. Trying to keep a grip on all this because it’s starting to feel like I’m losing it. I have pep-talked myself to death, reminding myself Ivy is my employee and I have to keep control.

Except, I’m not sure I even have any anymore. The fucking minute Cole left, I made a beeline for my shower and fisted my cock with the vision of her plump lips wrapped around it, her husky sounds humming eagerly against me. The reality that it could never happen between us resurfaced faster than my cum could circle the drain. After everything she’s been through with her obviously shitty ex and her family, I won’t be another personin her life that just takes what they need from her. And let’s face it, I’m not exactly prepared for anything complicated right now with everything sitting on my plate.

I hand her a Spicer’s coffee in exchange for the bag that has more than a few weathered corners and some definite wear. As I load it into my truck, the tag falls forward.“Property of William Spencer.”That name hits me square in the chest like a bullet. A familiar sort of grief washes over me at the tiny remnants Ivy holds onto desperately from her father, the same way I hold onto my own dad’s fishing pole that I still use when I fish, just so I can welcome the memories of fishing Cave Run Lake as a boy that come back to me, or how I keep his cowboy hat and his old truck I still drive that he gave the best advice in. I set my jaw to keep the sting away from the bridge of my nose. I might be the only person she knows that understands just how valuable this old suitcase is, and it makes complete sense to me why she totes it instead of buying a new one.

I climb into the driver’s seat and take my hat off, tossing it to the back.

“I think we should talk,” I say at the same time Ivy says, “Is this gonna be weird now?”

We both smile, then Ivy giggles, taking her plump bottom lip between her teeth. All the filthy things I want to do to her and those soft, pouty lips run through my head no matter how hard I try to stop them.

“You have a mighty tricky way of winning a tussle, Chief,” she accuses. “Kissing your opponent into submission is kind of like cheating, just sayin’.”

I scoff. “In true Trouble fashion, you welcome the kiss then blame me for it. I see how it is.”

She laughs, feigning shock.

“I’m innocent here, you were the one that kissed me,” she jokes. She knows she’s full of shit, and fuck, I can’t controlmyself around this woman at all so I blurt out, “I was between your legs, I could feel how badly you wanted that kiss.” I point back and forth at her. “These pretty innocent eyes aren’t fooling anyone.”

She gasps then swats me, and I chuckle, scrubbing my face with my hand.

“We’ve been spending a lot of time together,” I say, trying to convince myself. “But, all I do is tell every ranch hand on this property that they need to keep their hands to themselves, and then at the first chance I get, I kiss you. So, I’m sorry.”

I expect her to agree, or say it’s okay, but as usual when it comes to Ivy, I expect wrong.

“I’m a big girl, I knew what I was doing. It was both of us—as you so eloquently pointed out, you were between my legs, and Wade, you aren’t wrong, I did want it.”

Fucking Christ, this woman’s mouth.

We sit for the longest beat in history just waiting to see what the other will say.

She eventually shrugs and breaks the silence. “Let’s not sweat it. Let’s just say it’s … human nature?”

I blow out a tortured breath.

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