“You say that like you want her to lose her mind.”
“I love her all riled up.” He sighs.
“Yep, bye dad.” I hear him laugh as I end the call.
I slide out of bed, and glance at the time on my phone. It’s still early. I hope Ivy is still sleeping. She had a long night last night. After we got home, I carried Ivy’s bag to her bedroom and kissed her goodnight. It took all my self control to not throw her on that bed and bury my face in her sweet pussy again.
The yawn Ivy let loose, and the heaviness of her eyes, confirmed my decision. She tried to pull me closer, but I stepped back and insisted she needed her sleep. I gave her one final kiss, where I couldn’t help but dip my tongue in just once for a taste. She let out an almost imperceptible moan, and I wrenched myself away, adjusting myself in my pants. I quickly retreated back to my room, her giggles following me all the way there.
After I shower, I slip on some shorts, and head out to the kitchen to make Ivy and I some coffee and breakfast before we go back to the motel to get her stuff. I’m flipping a piece of french toast when I hear footsteps on the hardwood.
I look over my shoulder and see Ivy standing in the arch of the hallway. She’s rubbing her eyes, and her hair is the wildest I’ve ever seen it. She looks like she was just brought to life by Dr. Frankenstein. Her tiny tank top does nothing to hide her hard, gem adorned nipples, and a sliver of her stomach is showing. Her bare, toned legs are on full display in those non-existent shorts.
She’s fucking perfect.
“Morning,” she says around a yawn.
“Good morning, beautiful. Coffee?” I ask.
She gives me a sleepy smile. “Please.”
I see her glance at the barstools at the kitchen island, then the couch, before she starts to make her way to the island with a frown. I roll my lips together to stifle my smile.
“Sit on the couch, I’ll bring it to you.”
That turns her frown into a small smile, and she changes course instantly. I watch out of the corner of my eye as she grabs the big knit blanket off of the back of the couch, and covers her entire body with it, save for her head. She snuggles deep into the corner and sighs happily.
I want to see that every damn morning.
While her cup of coffee brews, I plate our breakfast of french toast and eggs. I take our plates over to the coffee table, taking the hint that she’s not interested in leaving her cocoon. When I return with her coffee, she grabs it eagerly, nearly ripping it from my grasp.
She takes the first sip and hums in satisfaction. The sound goes straight to my dick. I sit on the couch next to her and grab my plate, leaning back against the couch cushions.
“Thank you for this,” Ivy says as she sets her coffee down and picks up her plate as well. “And for every breakfast you’ve made me. Even though it’s just your guys’ leftovers I still look forward to it. You’re a great cook.”
“Of course.” I take a bite of eggs. “Also, it’s not leftovers,” I add around a mouthful, not really wanting to give myself up, but not wanting her to think she only gets our scraps.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I made it for you.” I shrug.
“On purpose?” She giggles, but still looks a little confused.
“I’ve been making breakfast for only me and Lilah for years. I know how much food to make for two people,” I admit, reaching over and wiping powdered sugar from her chin.
She looks down at her plate sheepishly. “Oh.”
We don’t say anything, just eat in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee. At some point, without even noticing how or when, we’ve moved closer. Before I know it, Ivy is leaning against the arm of the couch, her legs draped over my lap, coffee mug cradled in her hands. I’m definitely not complaining.
I rest a hand on her shin, drawing slow, absentminded circles on her skin.
“When is Delilah coming home?” Ivy asks.
“My parents are going to keep her for the day so we can get your stuff, then we’ll pick her up later to go to the fair.”
“Oh, yeah. I can’t believe it’s already time for the fair,” she says.
She starts to chew on the side of her thumb, and stares into her coffee.
