Page 51 of Unravel Me

My blood boils in my veins and I have to work hard to steady my heart and breathing so I don’t wake up Ivy. Who the fuck is this motherfucker? This has to be the ex, Brooks. I wish I could unlock her phone to put an end to this right now and make sure he doesn’t fuck with her anymore. Like hell will she be dealing with this psycho on her own. I’ll be damned if he thinks he can threaten her and get away with it. There’s no world where she’ll be his again. I’ll make sure of it. The texts stop, so I put her phone back on the coffee table and return my arm to wrap around her. My fingers rub aimlessly on her shoulder to calm myself. I hold her as close as physically possible with our clothes still on, and contemplate everything that’s come to light.

The shit with her mother isn’t surprising at all, and I’ve always assumed her mom played a part in her leaving. It seemed like even Ivy’s dad didn’t know where she had gone. Not that he would have noticed her absence anyway. I drastically underestimated the lengths her mother would go to see Ivy live the life she didn’t get to.

I see the crossroads we’re at, and I know that I have two choices. We can continue to hash out the past, or we can let it go and find our way forward. Knowing the truth is enough. Havingher right fucking here? Wrapped in my arms while she sleeps peacefully? That’s fucking everything. This is what I want to live for.

I desperately want to move forward. I want to let all the shit from the past go and find our way through it. I just hope she wants the same. It’s time to move on.

I spend the remainder of the night restless, building on my plan to remind Ivy how happy she once was in Aspen Ridge, and with me. I may not know her like I used to, but her soul and heart are the same, and those two speak to me and recognize me as their counterpart. I know that this woman is the one woman on earth who was made for me. Just like she knows deep down she’s right where she should be, she just needs a little reminder.

And I know exactly where we’re starting.

I wake as Ivy starts to stir in my arms, stretching her lithe little body like a cat after a nap. Her eyes are slow to open, and I watch her face transform as she sees me.

“Hi, butterfly.”

“Hi,” she says as her lips turn up in a small smile. “I slept.”

“Do you not normally?”

“No. Not a full night, anyway.”

“Since you left.” Not a question, and she doesn’t deny or confirm. There’s a part of me that is happy her body recognizes she’s safe with me, that she can rest without worry. I’ll happily hold her every night if it means she will sleep restfully.

Not able to help myself, I close the few inches between us and take her lips with mine. I watch as her eyes slowly close and her body goes lax in my arms. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back,her mouth opening to deepen it. Her arms loop around my neck, pulling me closer. What was meant to be a simple good morning kiss heats quickly. I flip us so that she’s on her back and I’m on top of her, her legs fall open for me and I settle between them. She responds by bucking her hips up into mine in search of friction.

Fuck. I wasn’t expecting this. She wants me. Whether she’s lost or confused, she can’t deny what’s between us, and this is my proof. Her brain needs time to catch up, but damn if her body doesn’t know exactly who she’s with. Pride and the reassurance I need fill my chest.

I kiss her thoroughly and she matches my intensity. I curl my arm under her knee and pull up, spreading her open further for me and letting my hips fall into her, my hard length pressing along her center. She grinds into me while pulling my shirt up. The moment her small hands glide across my abs, I moan into her mouth. She grips me tightly around my waist and pulls me down onto her, and I struggle to hold my weight up with one arm trapped between her and the couch and the other holding up her leg, but she seems to love the weight of me on her. Not wanting to crush her, I let go of her thigh and brace my forearm next to her head before rocking into her. We find a steady pace, dry humping and making out like fucking teenagers. She releases my mouth before arching her lower back and pressing her pelvis higher into me.

She’s close. Her breathing accelerates and she grabs my arm tightly. Fuck, I know it’s not going to take much more before I blow in my fucking pants. I keep fucking into her, grinding my throbbing cock over her core, back and forth, until she lets out the sexiest fucking moan. And then it’s my name on her sweet lips as she comes undone under me.

“Sawyer!”

I come instantly.

“Fuck, Ivy, I’m coming,” I moan against her lips.

Jerking one last time into her, my cock throbs painfully against my zipper as I unload cum into my briefs.

She pulls me into her as she settles down from her orgasm, breathing just as heavily as I am. I lean up enough to look at her face. She’s flushed, her eyes lidded and heavy, and she’s never looked more fucking beautiful than she does under me, the post-orgasm bliss relaxing her.

“Holy shit,” she says.

“Yeah. Holy shit.”

“Haven’t done that since we were teenagers.”

“Same.”

“You’re so beautiful, baby.”

If possible, her cheeks flame brighter. She’s so fucking cute.

“We need to get cleaned up. Especially me. Pack a bag, we’re going to my place.”

“What?”

I climb off of her and stand, adjusting my pants the best that I can. The drive home is going to fucking suck.

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