Ivy slaps my ass. “Wesley Eugene Cooper, put me down right now!”
“Not my middle name, honey,” I say, and scoot her down just a bit, so she can lift herself upright.
I slowly and deliberately slide her down my body. I can’t help it. It’s as if my body realized she’s near, and is dying to keep her close for as long as possible. The feeling of her against me again is overwhelming.
Every inch of her body is dragging along every inch of mine. I’m on fire. Touching her feels right. Like coming home. Her breathing turns heavy, and when her toes finally reach the grass, she looks up at me with fire in her eyes. She feels it too.
“What is it then?” she asks, her tone warm and dreamy.
“Hm?” My lustful daze is fogging my memory of what we were talking about.
“Your middle name? What is it?” She reminds me gently.
“Oh. I don’t know. I kind of like when you guess.”
“Oh, Please.” She rolls her eyes. “You owe me. I told you mine, you tell me yours.”
My arms are still wrapped around her, and I love how natural this feels. How perfectly she fits against me.
“Plus,” she adds, holding a finger up, “I won’t get mad at you when you tell me.”
She’s joking, but I can see the crack in her expression.
“I wasn’t mad at you, Ivy.” I push my hair back, trying to decide if I should just tell her.
She forces a laugh. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“Ford.”
“What?”
“My middle name is Ford.”
“Ford,” she tries it on for size, “That fits you.”
Our stare lingers, and I drink her in. I’ve missed her. Her eyes drop to my lips, and my pulse picks up. She licks hers, and memories of her sweet mouth and silky tongue flood my mind. I replay her grinding back and forth in my lap, her needy pussy soaking my shorts. Those light, mossy green eyes hooded, and her little desperate whines as she chased her orgasm.
My dick presses against my zipper uncomfortably, and when she shifts on her feet she feels it.
“Get a room!” Pops our bubble, and Ivy throws herself out of my grasp.
I look behind me and scowl. Maverick is leaning on the railing of the deck, watching me and Ivy. The rest of the deck is empty, meaning everyone left me and Ivy to our devices, and I didn’t even realize.
“We’re all leaving,” he says. “Hate to break up the love-fest, but I wanted to see if you guys were coming to the bar tomorrow night. Beau’s little welcome home celebration. Drinks. Dancing. Shenanigans. It’ll be fun.”
“Sure,” Ivy says brightly.
I nod in agreement, and Maverick claps his hands. “Great. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, and let you get back to your naughty nanny time.” He gives us finger guns, then opens the sliding glass door and disappears inside.
It’s gotten dark out, and I can only see Ivy by way of the string lights. The moment between us has been clearly broken, so she hikes a thumb over her shoulder and says, “I’m going to head in.”
“Yeah, alright,” I answer.
She pads up to the deck, slips on her sandals, then goes inside, taking a little piece of me with her.
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Ivy
