Page 79 of Unravel Me

We pass bowls of salad, chicken piccata, and homemade breadsticks around the table and everyone chats. It’s peaceful and normal and feels so right to have Ivy at Sunday dinner with us again.

“Reid didn’t want to come?” Kinsey asks from across the table.

“I told him he was expected, but once again, here we are and no Reid.” I motion my hands around the table.

“Maybe someday he’ll feel like one of us and come. We’ll keep offering until he does,” my mom states.

“How’s work?” My dad breaks the silence. Ever the quiet one, even before the stroke, always watching and listening.

“Great, Dad. Dallas hired an event coordinator and we’re in the middle of construction, putting in a bar to be able to serve flights, host events, and do tours. It’ll be a new way to bring inrevenue. He picked a great new team member, you should be proud of him.” I wink at Dallas who’s glaring at me.

“If by great new team member you mean the Wicked Witch of the West, then yes, we have a new employee.”

“That’s a lot to take in. What’s she like?” my mom asks. I open my mouth to answer but Dallas beats me to it.

“Whelp, she’s a bit of a princess, fiery red hair, curves for days, bit of a mouth on her that likes to talk back, and an attitude that just won’t quit.”

Everyone at the table freezes and looks at Dallas, confusion and a bit of shock written across all of our faces.

“Interesting,” Kinsey says, breaking the silence.

“What?” Dallas asks.

“Well, I was expecting you to tell me more about her qualifications and what she will be doing at the distillery, but the information you just gave told me a bit more.”

Dallas just rolls his eyes.

“She likes to get under my skin. That’s all.”

“I’m sure that’s exactly what you mean, dickhead,” Carter quips.

Ivy laughs next to me, hiding her mouth under her napkin. I grab her wrist and pull it away from her face.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she asks, confused.

“Cover your laugh.”

She rolls her eyes into the back of her head with an exaggerated huff.

I replace my hand to the top of her thigh and squeeze. She looks up at me and kisses my cheek before smiling and returning to her meal. I move my hand up higher, rubbing her inner thigh, wondering if she’ll stop me. Fuck, I wish she wearing one of those little sundresses she used to live in when we were teenagers. I want to feel her skin against mine. I climb further upuntil I reach the apex between her legs and she slowly spreads for me. Fuck she’s going to kill me. I swipe the back of my hand across the seam of her denim jeans and watch her cheeks pinken. I laugh before removing my hand and placing it down closer to her knee, done fucking with her at the table with all of my family surrounding us.

Dinner went smoothly and everyone raved about Ivy’s apple tart. It’s late when we finally head back to my house. Ivy and I walk into my home like we’ve done it a million times before, silence stretches between us, and the mood is hard to read. She’s quiet, her focus clearly on the thoughts in her head. I follow as she walks through the house and into the master bedroom. She doesn’t say anything as she goes into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Sitting down on the bed to wait for her, dinner replays in my head, scared that I wrongfully assumed that it went well. She seemed so happy while we were there. I can’t help the worry and uncertainty that I feel. I lean forward between my spread legs, resting my forearms on them and rub my hands together. When she leaves the bathroom she’s completely naked, her long black hair cascades down her sides and back in loose waves from the braid it’s been in all day. She’s fucking gorgeous. Her breasts are perky and just enough to be a palmful in my hands. Her rosy nipples are already hard, jutting out and begging for my mouth. My eyes travel down to her toned navel, her bare, pretty pussy, down her long legs until I reach her red-painted toes. I meet her eyes, unable to form a complete sentence. Her beauty takes my breath away. She walks up to me and stands between my legs, my hands automatically findingtheir home on the back of her smooth thighs. She grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head backward to look up at her fully.

“I love you.” My heart stutters at her proclamation.

“I love you,” I say in return. Moving my hand up her thigh until I reach her warm center, I swipe two of my fingers through her pussy, finding her wet for me. Curving my hand so that I can easily sink a finger inside her, loving her moans at the intrusion, I pump a few times before removing it slowly and bringing it to my mouth, my eyes still on her as I suck my finger, licking it clean.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” I jerk her forward, pressing my nose to her center and taking a deep inhale of her perfect scent. “Fuck, Ivy. You’re perfect for me.”

I grab her around the waist, pulling her on top of me as I lean back, dragging her with me.

“You know what I want, baby. Sit.”

She straddles my head without complaint, and I wrap my arms around her thighs to hold her in place, her sweet pussy right over my mouth where I want her.

I swipe my tongue up the length of her center, coating it in her sweet essence. She moans and I keep up my assault on her, driving my tongue deep inside her and pulling her closer to me. I move her thighs back and forth, encouraging her to rock on me, to use me and get exactly what she needs. I flatten my tongue and let her move across it, lashing across her clit. She’s warm and so slick and I love every minute of going down on her, surrounded by her smell, her taste, listening to her moan and cry out. I drive my tongue back inside when I feel her pussy fluttering around me. I move my tongue back up to her clit and suck. She spasms, screaming out her pleasure as she comes on my tongue. I let her ride it out as I move my hands to my hips and shove down my pants to my thighs.

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