“I don’t know.”
“Try it.” Ivory dips a finger through her wet pussy and slowly slides it inside. “I’m pretending that finger is my cock. Your hot cunt is sucking me in so deep. I love the way your pussy squeezes me. It was made for my cock.”
“Oh my god. I’m so close.” I pump my cock faster. The edge of my release ramping up.
“Come for me, Ives. Show me what I’m missing.” I pant as I watch her. She withdraws her finger returning all her attention to her clit. Rubbing in fast circles chanting my name, she falls over the edge. Her back arches and her hips lift, giving me a full view of her pussy as it clenches. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” My releaselands all over my chest and hand as I pump wildly through my own orgasm.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” Ivory chuckles from the phone.
Flipping the camera so she can see my face, I bring the camera closer. She does the same. A small smile playing on her lips.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Ivory’s head rolls on the back of the chair and her eyes grow heavy.
“Go to bed, Serentia. I love you.”
“I wish you were here. Love you too.”
Me too, Hollywood, me too.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Ivory
August 23
“I love it here.” Gabby and I are sipping wine on her covered front porch. Her house faces a greenway and a golf course, divided only by the quiet side street. This area of town is worlds apart from my condo in Santa Monica. Although the Tennessee summer is humid, the weather isn’t terrible. The summer storms are my favorite. We don’t get those very often in Southern California. I’ve been in Nashville for almost a month and have made no plans on when I’m leaving.
“It’s my favorite.” Gabby settled in Nashville a few years ago. The sports and entertainment industry here was growing rapidly, and Gabby wanted to be in the thick of it for her next career move. It paid off. She’s happier than I’ve ever seen her. She’s at peace here. I just wish she wasn’t here alone. “I wish you lived here.” Great minds.
Chuckling, I say, “I was just thinking how I wish you weren’t out here all alone.”
“I’m in your head.” Gabby bugs her eyes at me, making a face before taking another sip of her wine. “You could move here.”Her voice is so low it takes me a second to hear what she said. Turning my head to look at her, I find her looking straight ahead at the road. Her head is propped on her hand on the back of the outdoor sofa. Her expression gives nothing away.
“What?”
Looking back at me, she shrugs the shoulder holding her wine. “What? You don’t seem in any hurry to go home.”
“That’s no reason to just move here.”
“Why isn’t it? You’re already said you have nothing tying you to L.A. Why stay there?”
“I have a condo there.”
“Weak argument. You don’t even like that condo. Sure, it’s on the beach but the damn thing looks like it came out of a catalog. There are no personal touches. Hell, you barely even spend any time there between filming locations and all the other travel you do for work.” She’s not saying anything I don’t already know. The condo is nice but it has never felt like home. It was just a convenient place to stay when I was in town for extended periods of time. But could I really leave L.A.?
“Okay, you got me there. What would I even do here, though?”
“Whatever you want. Just because this is where you live doesn’t mean this is where you have to stay all the time. If you end up deciding to go back to acting or have meetings or whatever, you can still go to L.A. Or, you can take the meetings from here. We’re in an entirely new world now. Everything is done remotely now. Sure, you would have to go on location sometimes but this could be your home base. It would be no different than your condo in L.A.”
Damn, this is why Gabby is so good at her job as a lawyer. She can make a solid argument but also offer sound logic to the situation.
“It’s not a terrible idea,” I hedge.
“Obviously.” Gabby rolls her eyes in that way that says, ‘It was my idea so of course it's a good one.’
“There is an idea that I have been toying with but have been hesitant to bring it up.”
