Page 37 of Irresistible Little Ivy

“We’ve been at it for almost an hour, yeah my legs are a little fatigued.” He shifted slightly and his bicep jumped beneath my cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll up my cardio so we can really see how many times I can wrench an orgasm from that delicate little pussy of yours.”

I sat up a little bit, my tangled hair falling over my shoulder. “We’ve been back here for an hour?”

“Yep,” he said in a totally smug voice. “Had a little bit of foreplay before the main event.”

As blissed out as I was, I couldn’t even be mad.

In fact, I wasn’t even sure why I cared.

That is, until I realized that by the sounds of it, the party was going as strong as ever outside this dark haven.

Embarrassment made my pussy give a weak flutter that had Caleb making a deep grunt.

“Don’t tempt me. I want to get you back to my room and take care of you. I wasn’t easy on you, but I’m not going to apologize. Everyone out there needs to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours.” He briefly made a collaring motion around my throat, causing my heart to speed up. “As soon as I can see, I’m putting this ring on your collar.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said as he kissed my forehead.

Little happy butterflies stroked through my belly as I snuggled into Caleb, and he made a contented sound low in his throat as he stroked my back with his wonderfully calloused fingertips.

EPILOGUE

Caleb

I waited on the cream-painted front porch of my two-story house on the outskirts of the Ranch in Rawhide’s housing development, Rawhide Ridge. The place had only been completed six months ago, and it still had that new house smell. Situated across the street from Mason’s place, my home had sweeping views of the mountains from my backyard that took my breath away every sunrise and sunset. I’d lucked out with a corner lot and had an extra big backyard that gave my dog plenty of room to run around.

At my feet Shirly, my golden doodle/who the hell knows what mutt of a dog sat and panted in anticipation. With short, curly golden brown hair and weighing only about thirty pounds, Shirly was an odd-looking dog. Fully grown at four years old, she still had a puppyish look about her. I’d rescued her from a shelter with Ivy right before Christmas.

I’d been with Ivy for well over a year now, long enough that Shirly knew when Ivy was coming to town. My normally couch-potato dog would suddenly become all sassy, prancing around the house while I cleaned. Maybe that was it. I only deep cleaned before Ivy came to stay. Considering that had been at least once a month wasn’t too bad.

Despite living in separate states, we were together more than we were apart. Thanks mostly to Ivy’s ability to do her job remotely at the Ranch. And I spent one week a month at her place in Miami, sometimes more if my schedule allowed it. We made our relationship work and, while it wasn’t easy, Ivy was totally worth the effort.

The sun hung low in the sky, and the air cooled rapidly while I rocked in my chair and drank my coffee from a dark-green mug that had a picture of the cast of theGolden Girlson it. Believe it or not, the mug was one of my prize possessions. Ivy had gotten me hooked on a bunch of 80s TV shows and movies, hidden gems that I’d grown to love. Mostly because of her. Whenever we were able to get together, we always spent time watching a few shows. Usually after we’d done an intense scene together.

Yep, my girl’s version of aftercare included watching reruns ofFamily TiesandWho’s the Boss.

A black SUV pulled up to the curb, and I burst out laughing when Ivy waddled out.

She wore at least two layers of clothing, and a pale-yellow puffer jacket that covered her from head to almost toe. Massive white mittens adorned her hands, and she swore as she tried to grab her purse with them on. To complete the look, she also wore a pair of sparkly pink hiking boots and fuzzy pink earmuffs.

Fuck, she was too adorable for words.

I jogged up to her, ignoring her scowl as I twirled her into the air.

“Put me down,” she fussed, then moaned softly as I kissed her full lips.

The delicious hint of cherry swirled over my tongue as I licked at her mouth like she was candy.

“I missed you,” I said as I set her down, aware that my neighbor’s kids didn’t need an eyeful if they happened to be looking outside. “Welcome back.”

Shirly, unable to restrain herself any longer, launched off the porch and circled Ivy as I set her down. My woman walked over to the sidewalk, coaxing Shirly along and out of the street. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing Ivy loved my dog maybe more than I did. Living in a condo in Miami had limited her pet options.

When she’d spotted Shirly in her cage at the shelter, it had been mutual love at first sight.

While the driver and I unloaded her suitcases, I grinned as I watched Shirly get belly rubs from Ivy.

Once everything, and everyone, was inside, I moved the suitcases into the foyer by the white-painted stairs, then turned and scooped up my woman.

“Honey,” she sang out softly, “I’m hommmeeee.”

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