“No way. Really, it was beautiful. I didn’t know you could write like that. I want to hear more.”
I wanted to tell her so badly right then.I wrote it all. He stole my songs from me.But I didn’t. I’d wait until the court ruled in my favor, and then there would be no room for any doubts.
I placed my guitar off to the side and pulled her onto my lap. “I think I need a bit of inspiration.”
She gave me a playful look. “What kind of inspiration?”
Nipping at her lips, I ran my thumbs under the swell of her breasts. When she was like this, warm and pliant under my touch, I couldn’t think about anything but her.
“I want to look at something beautiful,” I whispered against her lips.
“I’ve got something I can show you, but it’s more of an interactive exhibit.” She smirked. “You’ll need to get your hands dirty.”
“I’m sure I can handle it.”
“Yeah, you can.”
I stripped off her clothes and her underwear, and laid her down on the floor. She opened her legs, showing me all of herself, and I took a long look. God, that pussy was fucking beautiful. A blush crept up her neck, and when she tried to close her legs after a few moments, I wrapped my palms around her knees and held them in place. “Don’t. I want to memorize it all.”
Her gaze darkened as her lips parted. “You make me feel…”
“How do I make you feel, Ivy?” I asked, my voice low. My dick strained against the fabric of my jeans.
“Powerful,” she breathed.
Fuck.I felt like I was levitating off the floor. “That’s because you are. You fucking are.”
Her face went slack as she watched me hook her leg over my shoulder and lick a trail from her ankle to her inner thigh. She shivered in anticipation as I parted her open with my thumbs and blew over her clit.
“Taste me,” she begged, and I did. I fucked her with my tongue and then with my fingers, and when she came, my name spilling off her lips, I took out my cock and plunged inside of her, helping her milk the last of her orgasm. She mewled and whimpered beneath me while I chased my own release, her nails digging into my ass, her lips never far from my ear. The experience was spiritual, so fucking all-encompassing, that when I came, I forgot who I was for a moment. I felt one with the entire goddamn world.
By the time we got off the floor, the sun had begun to set. On the sofa, Ivy tucked herself under my arm, her cheek pressed against my chest.
I kissed her forehead. “Do you want to order some food?”
“Nap first,” she mumbled.
I shut my eyes, ready to do the same when I remembered what I’d wanted to ask her. “Hey, how do you feel about meeting my cousin for dinner next week?”
“Sure,” she said sleepily. “Sounds good.”
While she drifted off to sleep, I reached for my phone and texted Fox. “See you on Saturday. I’m bringing a date.”
* * *
Since the meetingat the In-N-Out, Fox and I had met up two more times. We were rebuilding our relationship, making slow but steady progress. I’d told him everything there was to know about my case against Oliver, even going as far as running my lawyer’s strategy by him. I trusted him not to say a word to anyone. He’d given me some feedback, but mostly he listened. Sometimes, that’s all I needed.
When he suggested we meet for dinner the Saturday before my court date, I’d immediately agreed. I thought about suggesting we make it a double-date, since I knew Fox was seeing someone, but he hadn’t talked about her in much detail to me. I didn’t feel it was my right to pry given the history we had. So instead, I decided to ask Ivy to come and leave it up to Fox to decide if he wanted to bring his date now that he knew I was bringing one.
Ivy and I piled into the Porsche around seven pm and hit the road. My eyes kept gravitating to the creamy skin of her bare legs.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she chastised with a sly smirk.
I forced myself to look ahead. She wore a pair of cut-off shorts, a white T-shirt beneath a black blazer, and fiery-red lipstick that made her look downright dangerous. When I saw her emerge from the bathroom, an image of those lips wrapped around my cock flashed inside my head. I tried to convince her Fox wouldn’t be mad if we were a bit late, but she wasn’t having any of it. She didn’t want to make a bad first impression.
“So what’s your cousin like?” she asked.
“He’s a smart-ass. Still got his Texas twang, but it’s more muted now than when we were younger. He’s been a hustler all his life, always working on a new business idea. Always something to do with cars. Now, he’s got an auto shop in the city. Sounds like it’s doing well.”
