Page 84 of Training the Heart

I lean over to him, not taking my eyes off her.

“You wanna keep those eyes in your head, I suggest you find elsewhere to look, yeah?”

Nick looks at me and grins. “I’m not the only one who wants her, I’m just the one that called dibs.” He laughs and points to a table full of men in the corner.

Rage courses through me with the way he’s disregarded her like she’s a fucking raffle prize he just won. I look past him at the group he says was just bartering for Ivy. “Go tell your table of cronies, staring at a woman like that, it’s just not fucking polite and I won’t tolerate it. If I catch any of your eyes on her like that again, you’ll have a hard time seeing your way out of here.”

“Hey man, I don’t want any problems, not when there’s plenty of tail here, lots to go around.”

Filthy fucking—

“You take care of your employees so well, Sarge,” Gingercroons in my ear, leaning over from where she and CeCe are dancing, laughing smugly.

I start scanning the bar as Nick scampers off.

“Christ, Ginger … find a hobby, yeah?” I mutter.

“Just trying to get you to admit it, Wade. For what it’s worth, you two are great together,” she says sweetly as I keep scanning the bar for Ivy, hating that she’s calling me right out.

“She went toward the bathrooms.” Ginger smirks, and the little shit is way too goddamn personal, but I don’t have time to worry about her.

And right now I don’t give a fuck who knows it, I’m a man on a mission as I beeline for the back of the bar.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Wade

Imake my way through the sea of people, and all I can think of is getting to her. I tried not to act like a total Neanderthal, but the fucking moment I saw his hat on her head, red lined my vision and now I don’t even give a fuck. I just need to get to her. To feel her lips on mine and I don’t care who knows it. She’s mine, and fuck it feels good to admit it to myself. Now I’m going to show her.

I nearly plow into her as I round the corner for the bathrooms. I stop dead in my tracks and look down at her.

She stands in the hallway just looking up at me for a few seconds, fire in her eyes. Ivy puts her hand on her hip and says, “You put him in his place? Tell him youremployeesare off limits? I don’t know, that was a real nice hat, it really did match my dress.” She giggles.

She’s taunting me, trying to get me to admit I’m jealous, and fuck, I have no way to stop the words that come out of my mouth next in a deep growl.

“Don’t fuck with me, Ivy.”

She grins. “Touchy. Are you a little jealous, Chief? Got something you want to make clear?”

I grab her by her shoulders and press her up against the wall in the dark hallway, and my lips come crashing down on hers with a deep hungry need. Sliding my hand to the back of her neck, I grab her ponytail and tip her face up to allow me better access, my tongue swiping into her mouth, tasting the sugar I love mixed with strawberry, and I groan. She’s fucking delicious.

“The only hands that touch this beautiful fucking body are mine—it’s me you use when you need someone, got it? If I ever see another man’s hat on you again, I’ll be putting him through the floor with it.”

She whimpers as her hands slide up my sides. She tips her head back and breathes out a moan as I touch her.

“You going to take me right here in the hallway then, Wade? Wrap that collar around my throat so everyone can see that I’m yours? Cause I’m so fucking wet for you right now I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

I bite back a deep groan from my chest as my hands slide over her dress and grip her plush ass through it. I push her into the stock room and lock the door behind us.

The glow of a pink neon sign in the room that says “HAPPY HOUR”is our only light, but it’s all the light I need. I hoist her body up onto a file cabinet with one arm and pull her lacy white thong down until it hangs from her ankle. Flipping her dress up and dropping to my knees, I bury my face in her sweet glistening cunt, licking a firm trail up her center, sucking the sweet taste into my mouth. I hum a groan against her with desire and her whole body shudders.

Ivy’s hands move to my hair and she weaves them in and pulls as she bites down on a moan.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, baby. Think you can do it?”

Her breathing is out of control as I stand and push two fingers into her pussy, feeling her warm tight heat squeeze aroundme as my mouth devours hers, taking her and the control, reminding her who she belongs to.

“I-I don’t know.”

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