Page 54 of Training the Heart

“Go take a shower,” I say gruffly, needing her out of my sight line. “I’ll take my turn when you’re done.”

She nods, and after another big gulp of water she grabs some necessities and heads into the bathroom while I pace the room and ask myself how in the actual fuck I’m making it through this night.

Thirty minutes later, the hot water pours over me. I need it. I’m pushing my limits of self-control to the extreme. When I saw that no-more-than-twenty-five-year-old cowboy’s hands on her, I had to stop him. There was no thought, I just reacted. I can’t have her but I don’t want anyone else to have her either. I shut the water off and wrap a towel around my waist, wiping the steam from the mirror as I step out, and I have a silent conversation with the man I see there.

Yes, she’s fucking perfect,I mentally tell him.In every way, but you can’t have her. Don’t be one more person to expect from her. You need her for the ranch. You can’t fuck this up.

I look around the bathroom and berate myself when I realize I didn’t bring any clean clothes in here with me. I sigh and make my way out of the room.Nothing she hasn’t seen before.

When I come out of the steamy bathroom, Ivy is in the bed; her hair is dry now and she’s tucked right in, a little bag of cinnamon hearts in her hand andJohn Wickon the hotel TV.

“They have a whole action movie section,” she says, her eyeslingering on me just long enough to taunt me. Makes me want to drop my towel and give her something to really look at.

“Need clothes,” I tell her.

She nods. Covering her eyes with her hands.

“I won’t look. Scout’s honor,” she says, a little grin playing on her lips as she flashes me the peace sign. My jaw falls momentarily slack. She has no makeup on but her plump lips still have the prettiest pink hue to them. They’re the most enticing lips I’ve ever laid eyes on. My cock instantly starts to swell, because at this point, I’m willing to admit that it’s a given that when Ivy is around, I’m hard.

“Be right back,” I tell her as I grab my boxers and my sweats. I force myself to go into the bathroom, and I close the door almost all the way, knowing I’m only going to be a minute and run a brush through my hair. As soon as I’m done I run a hand through it to loosen it up.

I drop my towel and have a conversation with my cock to simmer down. I’m hard as fuck as I’m imagining running my hands through Ivy’s hair, sticking my cock down her throat, gripping her tight and fucking her face until my cum is leaking down her chin. Everything about her drives me wild.

And now I’m fucking rock solid. And my hand is on my cock.The internal battle within me wages on as I tell myself to pull my boxers on over my naked body, but the way her hands were up over her face left her perfect tits on display, and those pebbled little points under her silky tank were just fucking begging to be pulled into my mouth.And now I’m stroking my cock.

“Fuck.” I make the decision to take care of myself before I try to go back out there and watch a movie with Ivy; it’s the only way I’ll get through. The creak of the door makes me pause the tug on my cock. I don’t turn around, I just look up at her over my shoulder in the mirror. Ivy stares back at me; her stance is calm but her breathing and the look on her face says she’s here for a reason.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Wade

Iwatch Ivy’s throat work into a gulp. It doesn’t take much to see that I’m nowhere near fucking done in this bathroom.

I expect her to back away, cover her eyes, back up, but none of that happens as we stand suspended like this for a length of time I could never measure. Me stroking my rock-hard cock, naked with my back to her while she watches in the mirror. The only sound is her breath as it increases when she takes in my size, probably registering that I would fill her like she’s never been filled.

Ivy’s breathing continues to shallow as she moves closer to me, until she’s standing right behind me. I brace myself for something, anything, but I never stop my fist on my cock.

After all, she came in here.

Her delicate hands start at my shoulders and run down my arms. The moment her fingers connect with my skin I know there is no fucking going back. My eyes nearly roll back in my head just with her touch alone. I continue to work my cock with one hand and white-knuckle the counter with the other.

“What happened to not looking?” I smirk at her in the mirror over my shoulder. Only one of her blue eyes is visible from behind me.

She swallows, and her next words come out shaky but still confident. “Truth is … well, I’ve never really been a scout, never even known one so, um … upholding their honor doesn’t mean shit to me.”

Fucking Christ.

I spin around and stand over her, looking down at her from my full height, and I nod to her to look down.

“Then own it. Fucking look,” I order.

Ivy does exactly what I tell her to do and looks down. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip as she pants in front of me, her eyes flitting back to mine.

“Wade …” she almost whines. A question lingers there, one I’m so fucking ready to answer.

I run my knuckles over her jaw with my free hand, never stopping the stroke on my cock as I tower over her and bring my mouth down as I cradle the side of her face to pull her closer still. I take a deep breath and inhale her. Sugar and cinnamon sweetness.

“I’ve fucking tried, Ivy. But I’m just exhausted trying to pretend I don’t think of touching you every fucking second. See, I knew you were trouble, yet all I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met you is show you how to behave,” I tell her, and a moan escapes her lips. “Every man has his breaking point,” I say as I run my knuckles over her cheekbone, my other hand still working my cock that is so desperate to fuck.

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