Page 24 of Stolen Love

Ivy

I wake up feeling better. No trace of fever. No aches and pains. Whatever had gripped me in the middle of the night must have run its course. The only thing lingering are scenes from that awful nightmare. And this twisting in my gut… this feeling that it wasn’t all a dream.

Are my memories so close to the surface that they’re seeping into my nightmares? Is that possible? I have to assume so. But how am I supposed to work out what is nightmare and what is real?

I push up against the pillows and my brain stutters. Rogue is already out of bed. Half-dressed in gray sweats, he tugs thin, stretchy cotton over his head.

I love the way his shoulders flex as he brings it down his torso. It makes my mouth water and my insides warm. I rub my thighs together and the tiniest amount of friction ignites a need so strong that I moan.

He spins around, eyes full of worry, but then he catches my gaze locked on the front of his sweats and the deepening lines smooth out as he smiles. Prowling over to the bed, he leans down to kiss me. “Feeling better? You look better.”

“A lot better.” I bite my bottom lip as I graze my fingertips along the ridges of his abdomen to the drawstring at his waist. I slip my hand inside his sweats and brush the tip of his cock. “Let’s not waste it.”

He threads one hand through my hair and crushes his mouth to mine in a demanding kiss. “I haven’t had breakfast yet. And I haven’t had your pussy in my mouth in days. If you’re not careful I’ll be eating you for my next meal.”

“Oh God, yes.” I smile against his lips.

“Insatiable minx.” His chuckle vibrates his chest as he pushes me down and yanks me to the edge of the mattress. A hand gripping each knee, he splits my legs and rests them on his shoulders. Lowering his head, he drags his tongue over my pussy.

I whimper at the sweet torture.

“Like that?” His lips vibrate over my clit.

“Yes.” I gasp as he laps at me again, this time digging the tip inside me.

His hands on my waist keep me firmly against his mouth while he eats me in earnest. My fingers dig into his hair, tug at the strands. I grip harder the closer he brings me to climax. It makes him feral. When he bites down on my clit I’m done for. Within seconds I come undone. But he doesn’t let up.

He keeps his mouth glued to me until I’m too sensitive and have to push him away. And when I do, he rips his sweats down and flips me so that my belly is on the edge of the mattress and my pussy is over his cock and then he fucks me slowly. He leaves kisses on my neck and shoulder while he plays with my nipples. Until another orgasm makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head. He makes it last until I’m practically boneless and then he finally lets go, filling me with the warmth of his climax.

His cheek presses to my shoulder as we come down from the high. “I would do anything to spend all my time inside you like this.”

“Me too.” I wrap my hand around his arm when it settles on my waist. For a few minutes it was easy to forget all our problems. Everything we’re up against. When we’re in our own little bubble it’s easy to push away all the fears and doubts about our future.

But the truth is I’m lost, and I think he is too. If we don’t find answers soon we might not have much time left to spend like this.

“We should get up. Join the others.” He slowly lifts me from his lap and then stands. “Jason is on his way so we can work out my defense.”

In case we can’t find Marty. Or stop Nicole. And it comes down to a trial. “Are you scared?”

“I’d be a lot more confident if we knew where Marty is.” He swallows hard. “But Jason is really good at his job. You need to trust that. As long as we stick together everything is going to be fine.”

I’m not sure I believe that. I want to, but if Nicole killed my dad, she’s more unstoppable than I thought. “I should get dressed.”

“Ivy?” Rogue narrows his gaze on me. He takes my chin in his hand and lifts it until our gazes lock. “Tell me you believe that as much as I do.”

I fight the urge to look away. “I believe it.”

“Thank God.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“You go ahead,” I tell him.

“Okay.” He leaves the room and I take my time in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and hair. Is it just me or is it getting thinner? There are more strands caught in the brush than normal. Is that a symptom of pregnancy too? Something to do with the change in hormones probably.

I turn my attention to my makeup. It’s less about putting on my armour the way it used to be. I don’t need it in the confines of our home, surrounded by friends and family who care about us. It’s more about needing a few minutes to push away my fears and doubts.

I find myself humming as I pick out nude tights and a flirty checked skirt that I pair with a high necked taupe sweater and gray over the knee boots. Humming that same tune that Rogue had last night. For some reason, it settled my jagged nerves then and does the same now. He’d said he picked it up off me.

That didn’t register last night. But then I’d been sick and exhausted. I’m not surprised I passed out again without giving it much thought. I can’t place the tune though. I even try to hum a few more bars while I latch the clasp on my necklace, but now that I’m thinking about it I’ve lost it.

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