Poison Ivy

by Jessica Dawson

  “What can I do for you, sugar?” the blonde asked Hunter while she looked past Ivy.

  “You could get me and my darlin’ a room,” Ivy said sweetly before Hunter could speak.

  She could tell he was surprised as she squeezed in between him and the counter. She was tall enough to block his view of the woman in front of him. Calmly, she pressed her round ass against his cloth-covered cock while she placed her palms on the counter to face the woman with a friendly grin.

  The blonde gave Ivy a prissy smile before looking at the book on the tiled counter. “Will that be two beds or one?” she asked while she looked around Ivy to stare at Hunter.

  Ivy reached over the counter to grab the woman by her long, straight hair. She jerked the woman over the counter to make her look at her, nose to nose. A hissed escaped the woman’s lips when Ivy tightened her hold, her nails scraping the woman’s scalp.

  “Listen bitch, I’m the one ordering the fucking room. We want one bed and we want it as far away from you as possible.” She growled in the woman’s face before she reached into her pocket and set down a wad of cash on the counter. “I will warn you only once, if I catch you anywhere near my man, I will snatch you fucking bald.”

  “Whatever.” She spat the words at her.

  Ivy bit her bottom lip before she slapped the girl in front of her. The blonde shouted out in pain before she repeated the act on her other cheek. It was more than fighting over him. It was to teach the woman in front of her a lesson for trying to be a home wrecker.

  “Let her go, angel,” Hunter said as he wrapped an arm around Ivy’s waist. “It wasn’t anything but harmless flirting.”

  Ivy relaxed while his hot, minty breath crept down her neck and caressed her cheek as he spoke next to her ear. She held onto the girl’s hair as she tilted her head toward him.

  “Prove it,” she said before she licked her lips while she stared at his mouth.

  Hunter groaned before he took her lips in a hungry kiss. She was addicted to him just from the first forbidden kiss. But it was so fucking tempting as he gave her what she wanted. He slipped his tongue past her lips while he brought both of his hands around to cup her breasts. She lost all control of her body as he played with the soft mounds.

  Ivy released the blonde’s hair to lift one of her arms above her head only to hold his head to hers while the other hand curled around behind her to grab his thigh as she tried to stay grounded under his touch. She gasped as his hips grinded against her ass while his hands caressed her tender breasts.

  He was addictive, she decided once again as she tried to gain a small amount of control. That was it. He was a drug that she knew was bad for her. The drama of their situation clouded her mind while the harsh man touched her with strong, warm hands. The rough callouses of working man’s hands plucked at her nipples while his hot mouth welcomed her tongue only to greet her with a stronger muscle that made her body scream for more. It was more than she could have dreamt for as he bent her slightly to buck his hips against her willing body.

  She knew from experience of being around men that Hunter was man with many addictions. She could probably name off more than he thought she could in a conversation with him. Ivy was good at reading others and this man was trying his best to claim her without taking her to bed. Not that she minded it. She would willingly give into his demands if he could give her what she needed.

  “If you’re done, here is the key to your room and your change,” the blonde snapped as they kissed in front of her.

  Hunter kissed Ivy’s lips softly before he squeezed her breasts one last time. Her eyes were still closed as he took the things off the counter. She could still feel him all over her as she kept her eyes shut to gain a smidgen of control.

  “Come on, angel,” he said softly before wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

  Ivy opened her eyes as he led her from the office. She was smirking at him while he let her walk through the door in front of him like a gentleman.

  Suddenly, she heard a shot ring out as the bricks on the side of building exploded beside Hunter’s head. Quickly, she ducked before Hunter laid his body over hers. She placed her hands over her head while she held her hair back out her face and scanned the darkness around the motel to see a black Ford parked at the only access to the hotel. The massive truck was parked sideways and blocking the only way out. She glared at the man leaning against the truck while he held a gun on them.

  Another shot rang out but this one was closer than the first. She felt the wind from the bullet that struck the concrete sidewalk beside them. Hunter pulled Ivy up to her feet and back into the office. She threw herself down to the floor as multiple rounds busted the windows out of the office.

  “Run!” Hunter screamed while he pressed his back against the wall and retrieved the gun from his waistband.

  She held her hair back out of her face before spotting the back door. As fast as she could she crawled to it. When she approached it, she ran out the door without looking back. She screamed as she was met by a fat man that backhanded her before he spun her around to pull her close to his smelly and sweaty chest before pulling her away from the back entrance to the hotel office.

  “Let me go, you bastard!” She screamed while a man carried her around the building into Hunter’s view.

  She wrestled against the man while he tightened his grip around her. It was impressive how strong the disgusting man was. With everything she had left, she lifted her legs to kick them away from the open passenger door before the fat man backhanded her. Ivy grabbed her face as the blow stunned her long enough to get her into the cab of the truck.

  “See you at the finish line!” the other man called out before he got into the truck with a smirk.

  Ivy looked around to see if she could see Hunter. He was still standing outside of the motel office. She frowned as he glared at the truck before she screamed his name in a desperate plea. She didn’t know why she called out to him for help vzyl. Maybe it was the sadness of the expression on his face as they turned the truck around. Or it could have been the connection of their kiss just minutes before the men surprised them. Either way, she hoped and prayed that he would come after her.

  Ivy didn’t have time to dwell on Hunter and if he would rescue her as she sat in the middle of the truck in between two of the nastiest men she had ever met. The one driving smelled like blood and death while the fat bastard in the passenger seat reeked of body odor. She placed her hand over her nose to inhale the woodland musk that lingered in her palm from touching Hunter.

  “You’re a pretty, little thing,” the fat man purred before he picked up one of her ringlets and stared at her with disgusting smirk.

  “You’re a smelly son of a bitch,” she hissed before jerking the hair from his pudgy hand.

  “Feisty bitch,” the man of death said with a chuckle. “I believe I might have to see how much fire you have in your veins, princess. How would you like for a real man to work on that attitude?”

  “I would rather be punched in the face,” she growled before the fat man leaned forward to smack the taste out of her mouth.

  She yelped and fell forward while she grabbed her face. Her eyes fell on the hunting knife strapped to the ankle of the man driving. Swiftly, she jerked it from the unbuckled leather case. Quickly, she stabbed the fat man in the gut before climbing on top of him to use her knee to push it deeper into the flabby flesh. She pulled her fists back to punch the man over and over in the face.

  “No one ever hits me!” she screamed before she leaned over to punch the man driving as the passenger fell limp in the seat. “You will not be coming near me!”

  Ivy saw the car behind the truck before it turned on the high beams, blinding her while she sat on the fat man as she punched the scrawny asshole driving. There was no time to wonder who was watching the chaos inside the cab of the large truck as she saw the driver reaching for the pistol on his hip.

  She leaned back to pull the knife from the man’s stomach
beneath her. The warm blood coated her hand as she leaped at the driver. She slid the blade of the knife slid across the man’s throat with one swift swing before the truck coasted into oncoming traffic.

  Ivy opened the driver’s door and pushed the man out of the truck without a thought to what would happen after his body hit the blacktop in front of other vehicles. Quickly, she sat down in the driver seat. She took the wheel and straightened up the truck before she took the fat man’s gun that had fallen into the vinyl seat beside her during the fight.

  “How much is the reward on my head?” She shouted at the man that was barely holding onto life.

  “Fuck you,” he growled at her while he rolled his head to the side to glare at her.

  Ivy huffed before she shot his knee that was closest to her. “Wrong answer, fatty,” she snapped at him as he screamed out in pain while he tried to grab his wounded knee.

  “Fifty grand, double that if we get you there before or on Saturday!” he screamed at her.

  “That old bastard!” she shouted before placing the gun to his head and pulling the trigger.

  She watched as the blood and brains sprayed all over the passenger side of cab after she shot the man. Only then did the fact that she openly murdered two men sink in before she realized that she had to get out of sight.

  Ivy ramped off the highway to park the truck at the first wide spot that she found on the rural secondary road. She ran through the bushes that were surrounding the creek next to the road. She was covered in blood and need to wash it away before she was seen by a cop. Without a second thought, she waded into the water. The water was black as she splashed it on her while scrubbing her skin. The night would have been quiet if it wasn’t for the chirping of the crickets and the song of the frogs that was around her.

  Ivy turned when she heard a gun cock. A frown graced her pretty face as she saw Hunter standing on the banks of the creek with a gun pointed at her. The man is like the clap, she thought while she waded to the edge.

  She climbed out of the water to face him without a fight. Without looking at him, she walked past him toward the GTO as he turned to point the barrel of the gun at her back and followed her to the road.

  Ivy never said a word as she slid into the passenger seat of the car and slammed the door shut. She watched him closely as he opened his door while holding the gun on her. The only thing she could think of was what was running through his head while he sat beside her before pulling away from the crime scene on the side of the deserted road.

  Ivy helped herself to a cigarette in the console of the car before looking at the updated stereo inside the classic car. She switched between songs on the cd in the stereo of the car before Hunter cleared his throat to get her attention.

  “What are you running from?” he asked softly.

  “Everything,” she answered while she stared at the ember at the end of her cigarette.

  Hunter frowned before he huffed. “Look, I just saw you murder two men. What the hell are you running from?” he asked sternly without giving any room for her to ignore the question.

  “Saturday is the day that I am supposed to marry some foreigner named Alfred. See, daddy does a lot of business with other countries. He looks like a normal farmer but he is the devil in disguise,” she explained. “If I marry this guy then he can further his operations by sacrificing my happiness. See, I found out about his little plan about six months ago. Slowly, I took his money and placed it in untraceable accounts. Then a week ago, I ran like hell.”

  “Why run? You could just marry the guy and then take his cash, too,” he said, glancing at her.

  “When I marry him I have to leave the country with him. I ain’t doing that,” She snapped at him.

  “How did you learn how to kill like that?” he asked.

  It annoyed her that he was full of questions but since she was pulling him into a maze of crimes, she figured it couldn’t hurt to tell him the truth.

  Ivy looked at him, grinning. “I am the head of security in daddy’s little chain of crime. I have faced some big, bad boys that would make a normal person scared. Two over-the-hill hunters are a piece of cake. I didn’t even break a sweat during that little bit of time in their truck. Hell, that wasn’t even considered murder, it was a mercy kill. And they were threatening to put me in my place. I call that self-defense.” She took a drag off her cigarette.

  Hunter sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before rolling it against his teeth. “Why haven’t you overpowered me?” he asked with a nervous tone.

  “I like you,” she answered with a shrug.

  “Is that it?” he asked while glancing at her.

  “Well…” She paused as if thinking about her answer before she nodded and said, “Yeah.”

  Hunter chuckled as he raced past the road signs. She leaned back to rest her head as she watched the white line on the edge of the road turn into one long blur.

  Chapter Three

  The night faded into another hot, sunny morning. Her eyes were heavy as exhaustion took her over. She glanced at the man who was driving but by the frown on his face, he was just as tired as she was.

  Hunter stopped at a motel. Ivy followed him into the office. She was too tired to fuss as the clerk gave them a key to the cheapest room they had to offer. She dragged her feet as they walked to the room near the office. It felt like months since she had slept as she fought to stay awake.

  He was barely able to see the key hole to the door while he tried to unlock the metal door. Ivy leaned against his back as she waited for him to get the door open.

  “Do you know how to use that thing?” she asked before reaching around him to take the key from him.

  Hunter huffed before moving his arm to let her look around him at the key hole. Ivy unlocked the door and turned the knob to swing the door open. He staggered through the door only to make a bee-line for the full bed as she stumbled through the door behind him.

  “I’m so fucking tired,” he bitched before she shut the door and locked it.

  She giggled before grabbing his boots after he threw himself down on the bed. “At least take your boots off, fucker,” she said while pulling them off his feet.

  “What are you, my wife?” he asked as she stepped out of her boots.

  “I could be,” she said before flopping down on the bed.

  Hunter chuckled as she snuggled in close to him. “You don’t want me. I’m not a nice man, angel,” he said before draping his arm over her waist.

  “Oh, yes and I’m the girl next door looking for that special bad boy to piss my daddy off,” she said before lifting her head to rest it on his chest.

  Hunter cracked one of his eyes to look down at her as she inhaled deeply with her nose buried into his chest. She stared into his eyes as she enjoyed the cologne that he was wearing. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer to him before he entwined his feet with hers and cuddled with her.

  “What kind of man are you looking for, angel?” he asked, sniffing her vanilla-scented hair.

  Ivy tilted her head back to look at him. “I want a stern man who wants only me. I want to smell whiskey on his breath and feel his hot breath on my skin after a night of fun. I want to give my heart without having to worry about the condition it will be in after I grow old. It’s simple really, I just want a man that can handle my temper and fuck me with passion even after I have been more than a bitch to him,” she answered before looking down at the hair peeking out of the opening of his shirt.

  “And you think that I could be that man?” he asked while he curled his fingers under her chin to force her to look him in the eye.

  Ivy licked her lips. “I know you could be that man. The question is, do you want to be?” she asked.

  He lowered his lips to her. “I could be that and more if I could trust you,” he whispered against her lips.

  “Guess that is the chance you’ll have to take,” she said before crushing her lips against his.

  Hunter growled as he dee
pened the kiss and covered her body with his. He nudged her knees apart so he could settle between the lean limbs, supporting his weight on his elbows before breaking the kiss.

  She hissed as his mouth blazed a trail down her neck. Her fingers fought with the buttons on his shirt before ripping it open and burying her fingers in the soft patch of hair on his chest. Hunter growled as she ran her fingernails down his chest without mercy then her hands traveled downward to his jeans. His cock grew while her hands worked on his leather belt.

  Ivy was so close when he sat back to tear the cotton halter top up the middle. He admired her breasts with his eyes as they bounced while the material fell away from her body. Without a second thought, he swooped low to suck one of the stiff nipples into his mouth. His tongue whirled around the sensitive flesh while his nimble fingers unbuttoned her jeans.

  The rough whiskers on his face burned her sensitive skin as he worked the mounds with extra care. She couldn’t stay still on the bed as she felt his teeth gently scraping nipple.

  Her skin was tingling with excitement while he licked a path to the other breast. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist when her back arched high. Hunter held her tightly while her arms wrapped around him with a soft moan. The tension between them thickened the air of the room as his hands squeezed her denim thighs as if he wanted to rip material from her legs. She bucked her hips against his strained, erect cock.

  “I love your tits,” he groaned while he sat back to squeeze and gently roll the full cushions in his hand while he admired her flushed face.

  Ivy pushed him back with one of her legs before she lifted her ass to shimmy out of her jeans. Hunter stood up to remove what was left of his shirt before taking his pants off. Ivy stopped to look at the man standing next to the bed. The defined “v” that revealed his long, thick cock was frightening.

  He stroked his cock as wide, green eyes stared at the reddening flesh that was leaking a clear fluid from the tip. He smirked at her with pride as she tried to hide her fear. Ivy licked her lips as she stared at his cock. She had never seen anything like what was pointing at her. It was almost like a test of her lust for him as she studied it.