“Oof,” I say, cringing.
That earns me a grin.
“I’m interested, by the way.”
My stomach flips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says around a chuckle.
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“What are we going to tell Delilah? Not just about me staying with you, but… this,” I ask, gesturing between the two of us.
“She’s going to be so excited that I doubt she’ll ask questions about the living arrangements. As for us, I’d like to keep that quiet. In front of her at least… for now.”
Wesley looks between me and then the road, a worried look passing over his face. He doesn’t need to worry.
“That’s a good idea,” I say. “I don’t want to drop too much on her all at once.”
Wesley leans his elbow on the center console, resting his other wrist on the steering wheel. “Thank you,” he says softly. “For thinking of her.”
“Of course. She’s my girl, you know?”
He peeks at me from the corner of his eye. “Yeah, I know.”
“Oh, and FYI, I’ll be out of your hair once I find somewhere to rent. I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” I say, turning to look out the window.
“Ivy. Look at me.”
I do.
“Stay as long as you want. It is not a burden on me or Lilah. Having you in our house will be a privilege.”
Instantly, my chest feels a thousand pounds lighter. How does he always know exactly what to say?
“Thank you,” I whisper
24
Wes
I replay all of the events of last night in my head as I stare up at the swirling blades of my ceiling fan. Images of Ivy propped up on the bathroom counter, head thrown back in pleasure, and moaning the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard flash through my mind. Her on her knees, looking up at me with tear stained cheeks.
Jesus Christ, that was the best blow job of my entire life.
I squeeze my painfully hard dick through the fabric of my briefs, and consider staying consistent with my morning routine of stroking myself until I find relief to visions of her. But knowing Ivy is under the same roof as me, knowing everything has changed after last night, makes me hold back. I want the real thing.
My dirty thoughts quickly morph into the memory of seeing Ivy’s car in the motel parking lot. Of the sick feeling I got as I surveyed the space Ivy had been sleeping. How much she had made herself at home in that rundown, piece of shit room.
I remember the false bravado she had when she claimed to be just fine where she was, quickly followed by the glassiness of her eyes when I told her she wasn’t alone anymore, and that she was coming home with me.
I’ve already called my dad, who’s an early riser and filled him in on our new living situation. I asked him to keep Lilah for the day until we can get Ivy settled. He told me to let him know if I need help, but seeing that everything Ivy owns fits in that room, I told him we should be okay. He promised not to say anything to Lilah. I want to be the one to break that news and deliver it in a way she can understand.
“Get her out of that place, Wes. She belongs here,” my dad demands.
“I know,” I tell him
“And don’t be surprised if your mother brings you some sort of pie. She’s going to lose her mind when I tell her this,” he says around a laugh.
