The moon hangs low within the sky, casting an eerie glow throughout the entire ranch and making the recent paint job on the bunkhouse seem like it’s drenched in blood.

Humorous factor is, the longer I’m right here, the extra I can admit how fucking a lot I missed this place. That is my house. My turf. Now, don’t get me incorrect. Angel Harbor and the Reckless Souls have been an important expertise. But it surely’s not house. Ma and Dad have been proper. It was time to come back house.

Boots scuff the filth behind me, pulling my consideration from the starry night time, and I flip to see Ivy. She’s so fucking stunning, it makes my chest ache. She’s easy about it, too. The final phrase anybody would use to explain Ivy is excessive upkeep, but even in denims and a plain outdated t-shirt, she places most ladies to disgrace.

“Hey,” I handle, resisting the urge to scoop her up in my arms. Hell, perhaps she’s already made her selection, and it’s not me.

“Hey, your self,” she begins, folding her arms throughout her chest as she attracts nearer to me. “What are you doing out right here?”

“Ready for you,” I reply merely. “The place else would I be?”

Her blue eyes flicker after which dart away earlier than I can get a learn on what she’s considering or feeling.

“Are you all proper, Ivy?” She’s extra shaken up about Grey than I wish to imagine.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she solutions softly, however she nonetheless doesn’t have a look at me.

“You wanna speak about it?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not within the temper for dialog.”

“Oka-a-a-a-y,” I reply, drawing the phrase out to 5 syllables. “What do you want from me, Ivy?”

“Nothing,” she says, her expression clean as she steps ahead. “I don’t want something from you, Stone.”

“Okay, received it. Message acquired.” I push off the facet of the bunkhouse and have a look at Ivy. “If you wish to discuss, you understand the place to seek out me.”

“No,” she says a bit extra forcefully as each palms fly to my chest to cease me in my tracks. “I don’t want something from you, and I don’t wish to discuss.”

“Yeah, I heard you. You recognize the place I’ll be.”

The strain of her palms in opposition to my chest disappears for the briefest of moments, after which they’re again with a tough shove that slams my again to the bunkhouse wall. “You heard me, however are you listening to me?”

“Ivy. Cease fucking with my head. Okay?”

“I’m not fuckin’ with you,” she says, her voice abruptly tender and susceptible.

“Good,” I growl.

“Like I mentioned. I don’t want or need something from you, Stone.” Her palms cup my face, and she or he appears to be like up at me. “I would like you. I select you.” Her blue eyes are clear and sharp, and the heart beat in her throat beats wildly as she says these phrases.

“Say it once more.”

Her lips tilt right into a gradual grin. “I select you.”

“You select me.” The phrases rush previous my lips like a tidal wave. It’s what I wish to hear, however nonetheless, I’m having a tough fucking time making sense of it.

“Yeah, Stone, I do.” She’s watching me, ready for a response. “You,” she says once more earlier than leaping into my arms, giving me no selection however to catch her. “I select you. Proper right here. Proper now.”

“What about Gr—” Earlier than I can end my sentence, Ivy’s lips are on mine, uncooked and hungry as she devours my mouth. Slowly at first and totally, after which with each cross of her tongue, the kiss deepens and intensifies.

Her hips grind in opposition to my dick, teasing me past all good sense whereas her fingers spear by way of my hair, gripping me tight sufficient to trigger a sting on my scalp. I don’t give a fuck, not after I lastly have Ivy in my arms. Not after I can savor the style of her mouth.

I flip us round so she’s up in opposition to the bunkhouse, wanting up at me with hazy blue eyes and swollen lips. “You style even higher than I dreamed about.”

She blinks after which licks her lips. “You’ve considered me?”

“Solely each fucking day since I’ve been again.” My hand brushes throughout the tender pores and skin of her midriff, drawing a shiver from her. “There’s a lot I wish to know.” I flick the button on her denims and tug on the zipper. “I must know, so for those who don’t need this, it’s as much as you to inform me. Really feel me?”

Supply: www.seynovel.com