Page 65 of Honey Sugar
“Please,” she begged. I knelt in front of her and kissed her where I knew it would drive her insane. My tongue was gentle on her and she got so damn wet. It trickled down my lips and I licked them because I didn’t want to miss a drop. “Oh, Titan…oh my god.” I had unfinished business with Ivy and I was never one to leave my meals half-eaten.
When I came up for air, her thighs were shaking. I slid her to the edge of the counter and dipped the head of my dick inside her pussy then I took it out. Ivy growled at me and bit down on the lollipop. I teased her again and she pouted, gripping my shirt tight in her fist. She begged without words but I could still hear her. The last time I slid in then pulled out she glared at me and I knew she was about to curse me out. She rolled her eyes at me.
Bingo.
I plunged deep inside her tight cunt and she was even wetter than before. She acted like she didn’t like being teased but her pussy told the truth. I drilled into her over and over, giving her what she wanted and giving me what I needed. I’d become dependent on Ivy’s sugar. I needed it to survive. Her body, her heart, and her mind were my sustenance and I’d fall apart without them.
“I love you, Titan!” She screamed to the ceilings. Every time we made love in Honey Sugar, she called out toward the ceiling and I imagined every time she cried my name or I groaned hers, it hung from the beams like Spanish moss. It created a dreamy world of our own that nobody else could ever dismantle.
Ivy and Titan.
Forever intertwined.
Like honey and sugar.
“I love you too, Ivy,” I said, in between slow kisses to her throat. I loved her so much it hurt to think about life without her. It hurt to think people would never accept our love. It was such a beautiful thing no matter how it came about. Tragedy worked on us like a mad scientist splicing things together that had no business being a part of one another.
We existed though.
I’d never been in love the way I was with her. I’d give her the universe because she took a chance on me. She took a chance on us when she knew it was forbidden in every aspect. She loved me when I smelled of heartbreak and tasted of war. I’d give her everything and more.
Thinking about the way I loved her made my balls seize with an orgasm. Ivy held my entire heart in her hands. “Fuck,” I grunted as I thrust into her once more.
“Titan,” she whined. Her pussy was so soft and warm. I surged into her and she wrapped her legs around my middle, pulling me in as deep as I could go.
Another bad, bad decision that felt so, so good. Coming inside Ivy was the ultimate. I started to care less and less about getting her pregnant.
“You think he’s at the house?” She asked of Beau. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my pants up. “I know I shouldn’t be thinking about him right now but…”
“Don’t apologize. If he’s not at the house then we need to make some decisions about how to handle things. You’ve been handling everything so well lately, baby girl but this is something I think you’re scared to tackle.” We were quiet for a while. Ivy dragged her thumb along her forearm, stroking downward. It was tough for her trying not to pull her ear.
“I’m going to be eighteen soon,” she reminded me. I could never forget her birthday though. She was sweet and quiet but she definitely knocked heads when she needed to. She was strong and bold in her own way like the April showers her birth month was famous for.
“I know. That’s why we need to figure out how to move forward. I’m here for you. You’re not going to do this alone, Ivy.” I touched her soft hair and she rubbed the back of my hand. There was so much love packed into her touch.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Titan. I’m so fucked up but you love me anyway. You’re always there for me. I’m a fucking junkie with scars on my ears and all over my heart. I’m damaged.” She sniffled trying to keep the tears at bay.
“Ivy, you’re not a goddamn junkie. And I don’t care about your ears or your scars. They’re beautiful to me. They’re roadmaps to all the ways you’re vulnerable and all the ways you’ve been damaged. But instead of letting it crush you…you survived.”
“You think my scars are beautiful?” She laughed like it was impossible.
“Yes. They’re stunning, baby girl.You’restunning.”
We sat on the floor under the counter of Honey Sugar and ate candy without worrying about getting caught or fussed at. Honestly, it was a little more fun when we had to sneak and do it but I wouldn’t trade the new memories we were making for anything.
…
Once Ivy mentioned that we hadn’t been apart since I came to Sugar Bayou, I felt naked without her. She was always at my side. I didn’t realize how much peace she brought until she wasn’t there.
I walked into Don’s dispensary with a ton of edibles to sell him. I’d stayed up all night baking cookies, brownies, and cake when Ivy and I got home last night. I took so long she fell asleep at the table waiting for me to be done packing everything up. I kissed her temple and carried her tired ass upstairs to her room.
“Jesus, Shadow. You’re trying to take all the business from my edible connects.” He dug through the duffel bag I placed on the glass counter and shook his head. “I can give you four thousand for all of it right now.” I considered it a deal since I was still working off the Cannabis butter and flour I had from when I lived in New Orleans.
“Deal,” I said, slapping hands with him. “Were you able to talk to Bear?” I started unloading the baked goods while we talked.
“I did. He’s coming by in an hour. I have something set up. I want you to go along with it.” The feeling I usually got in my gut that told me not to trust someone was absent. I searched for it but came up empty. I knew Don was solid. I nodded my head and continued organizing cookies, slices of cake, and candies.
“Mario called me last night trying to get me to say I had beef with Bear. Felt like a fucking setup.”
