Page 77 of Honey Sugar
“Chill, Shadow. No confidentiality was lost. If you told anyone they, didn’t tell me. I put two and two together though. I’m not fucking dumb.”
“Never said you were. I just like to keep my business to myself.” My jaw flexed as I climbed the narrow stairway to get to the studio apartment. The closer I got to the door, the louder the rush of water became.
“I understand. I don’t give my word often but when I do, I keep it. I won’t say anything.” I believed him. Bear wasn’t the type to do anything shady and he definitely didn’t gossip or spread people’s business. Still, the fewer people that knew about me and Ivy, the better.
“We still good for tomorrow?” I asked with a sigh.
“We’re good to go. You sure your schedule will allow it?”
“My schedule should be fine. Might have another death in the family. Other than that, I’m good.” I opened the door and walked inside. The partially private bathroom was tucked in the corner with a sliding door that blocked off the toilet, sink, and tub. Ivy left the sliding door open and I caught a glimpse of her wet body through the clear shower curtain. I wet my lips with my tongue and focused on every sliver of her body I could map out from the small pieces I could see.
Bear’s monotone voice fell away from my ears like leaves on autumn trees. “Did you say another death in the family?” His voice bled back in momentarily and I blinked my eyes, tearing my hot gaze away from her long honey-colored lines and dangerous curves. Her hips still called to me though. They were Congo drums and I was helpless against their beat.
“Yeah…” I said, barely attached to the conversation.
“Are you plucking your family off so you can…” his voice faded out again when Ivy turned around and gave me a view of her pretty titties. I saw a flash of them and then they were gone again behind the shower curtain.
“Nah, it’s not like that,” I said, trying to keep up. “I’ll explain it later. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” I asked him.
“Yeah. I got everything set up.”
“Good looking out, Bear. Thank you.” I ended the call and pulled my shirt over my head. “Baby girl,” I called out as I finished taking my clothes off. My dick led me straight to her. I was hard as steel. Even glimpses of her from behind a shower curtain and a cracked door made my fucking heart thunder.
How could a body so forbidden taste so sweet and feel so good? I gripped my erection and pulled the shower curtain back. “Did you talk to Bear?” She asked, sweeping her wet curly hair on top of her head. I nodded before stepping into the shower with her. I tugged at the hospital bracelets on her wrist and sighed.
“Why the fuck didn’t you take these off?” I asked. I slid the plastic bands over her thin wrist one at a time and reached out of the shower to set them on the edge of the sink. I hated the fact that she was in the hospital. I hated that I almost lost her.
“I forgot,” she shrugged like it was nothing.
“That should have been the first thing you took off.”
“I was kind of busy. When I walked in the house you had your dick in me, remember?”
“Me?” I chuckled. She touched the side of my face and nodded. She looked like a model, like something right out of a dream. Drops of water clung to impossibly thick lashes that framed her big green eyes. They were pure pools of raw jade. Not the sparkling kind in the jewelry store. The muted kind still tucked away in nature. Still hidden in the side of a rock somewhere.
She didn’t realize what a fucking gem she was but I was going to show her. I was going to give her my eyes. Black as the sand on a Hawaiian island. I was going to hand them over so she could see herself the way I did because, in my eyes, Ivy Marchand was perfect. She was woven from scars and stitched together with pain and neglect. Yet she stood before me shining bright as any star in the sky.
I wanted her to see that.
I leaned down and kissed her plump lips. They were made to be sucked on. I lifted her leg and pressed her against the slick shower wall. Her thighs were meant to be gripped and bitten like summertime peaches.
“I love you, Ivy.”
“I love you too, Titan.” She spoke those words like they were her sole source of oxygen.
“We’re supposed to be taking a quick shower, right?” I asked her. I had to talk my dick down even though I wanted to sink into her again. We had to get Honey Sugar ready to open in the morning. I knew customers would flock to the sweet shop once they heard Ivy had been in the hospital.
“Right,” she said. “We’ll make time later on tonight. I need a do-over since Daddy interrupted us fucking earlier.”
“Damn, baby girl. Your mouth is reckless now.” I paused for a few beats then smiled. “I like it.” I pinched her stiff nipple between my fingers and she bit her bottom lip. That wasn’t helping my hard dick. It didn’t help matters when she started washing me slowly either. Her touch was soft. Too soft.
When she moved down to my dick, her soapy hands slid up and down along my thick shaft stealing air from my lungs with each pass. “Fuck, Ivy…”
“I want you to come all over my fingers,” she told me. Her bold words made me lift an eyebrow at her.
Who was this new Ivy?
I wasn’t mad at it though.
