Page 49 of Ivy's Venom

"I need a job."

"I'll ask him." I nod.

Neil is moving here, to Whitsborough and even though I'm excited, I'm also fucking scared. What are we even doing? Does he still hate me? Why wouldn't he?

"I should get back." He stands and I stand with him.

"Okay."

I follow him to the door and watch as he bends to put his boots on, his jacket pulling up and I see the muscles at the bottom of his back. He's also tattooed back there. He opens the front door and steps out on the porch, the frigid air sweeps around my face.

"Come for a drive." He turns quickly, shocking me.

"A drive?" My heart drums out a quick staccato in my chest. It feels a little like Deja vu.

"Yeah." He raises a brow.

Suddenly, his face falls, finally understanding my hesitation, or maybe not so much understanding it as he's realizing it.

"You know what?" I stuff my feet in my boots and grab my jacket off the hook. "I'll come."

"Cool." He smiles even though it's slightly strained.

I follow him out to the car and hop in the passenger seat, pulling out my phone to text Saxon. As soon as we pull out of the driveway, I close the gates behind us, and he heads in the direction of the wharf.

We're quiet and it's not uncomfortable silence but it's not comfortable either. Somewhere in the middle which perfectly sums us up, too.

He parks in front of the wharf and we both sit back in our seats, watching the slightly frozen water. I remember Charlotte daring me to run on the ice when we were younger and thinking about her once again brings back the doubts. How can he stand to be in this car with me? After everything I've done?

"You look like you're in pain." He murmurs and I snap out of my thoughts.

"I'm okay." I shake my head, not wanting to upset him, especially since he's behind the wheel.

Fuck, I should've offered to drive.

He reaches over and tucks an unruly wave behind my ear, slowly skimming his fingers down my neck. I can feel my skin break out with goosebumps and I shiver. He chuckles, leaning in slowly to replace his fingers with his lips.

I tip my head to the side, giving him better access and moan when I feel his tongue glide along the column of my neck. He nips my earlobe and then kisses my cheek. I turn my head to the side and brush my lips against his. There's a single moment when neither of us know what we should do next, we stare at each other, we breathe the same air, and we just feel.

That moment is fleeting because the very next moment we are ramming our tongues down each other's throats and ripping our jackets off. I'm pulling off my leggings and crawling over the console just as he pops his seat back. It's like we feel the impending doom but can't do a single thing to stop the destruction, we just have to ride it out.

You better believe I am riding the fuck out of it.

I slip my hands up under his shirt and he rips mine off and over my head, groaning when he sees I'm not wearing a bra... again. I fucking hate them and they always catch on my piercing. Neil leans forward and bites my pierced nipple, making me cry out as he pinches the other. It's rough and I wouldn't want it any other way.

He pushes me away and begins to undo his jeans, growling when it takes him a few tries. I can already tell this is going to be quick and fucking messy. He slides his pants down and his hard cock springs up between us, red and angry at the tip. I glide my wet pussy along its length and Neil tips his head back with a moan.

"Your pussy is so good." He gives my ass a quick squeeze and then he's reaching into the center console, pulling out a condom. Thank God one of us is prepared and fucking thinking straight. He rolls the condom on and then wastes no time lifting me up, then impaling me on his cock.

It's so deep like this and I continue to grind into him, sucking him in those last few inches.

"Fuck." I groan.

He's stretching me in the most perfect way, not quite painful, but it takes a minute for me to accommodate his size. He gives it to me, focusing on my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and pinching them. Then his arm comes up behind my back, hooks onto my shoulder, and pulls out, slamming me back down on him.

I scream at the assault and he doesn't let up, just continues to batter my pussy, my juices coating both of our thighs.

"Ivy," he pants. "Touch yourself."

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