by Amy Davies
“Shit, I can feel how hot you are for me. Do you like the idea of someone walking in on us?”
“A little,” is all I say, tilting my head to the side, giving Luke better access to my neck. He knows I get turned on when he kisses me there.
“My girl likes a little naughty, does she?” I nod, and lay my hands on his chest, pushing him away slightly, before turning him, so that his bum is resting in the edge of the table. He looks at me, confused, but I just smile and lower myself until my knees rest on the vinyl floor. I love his room, it suits him. He has two walls a burnt orange colour, and one white. All the furniture is black. He has a desk that is littered with papers and pencils that he uses to design his artwork; shelves filled with equipment that he needs to tattoo someone; a street sign and a few designs framed along the walls; and on one wall he has a big mirror, so clients can see their design.
I pull open his belt before unzipping his jeans and pulling them down his thick thighs. His dick is hard and standing to attention behind the material of his boxers. I smile up at him and he bites his lip. A moan slips passed my lips.
His shaft pokes out from the top of his boxers as I slowly pull them down his legs.
“Baby, you need to move faster,” he states, but his words don’t worry me like they would have a short time ago.
“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Beast?” I mutter against his groin.
“Fuck yeah, babe. That way they would know who you belong to when they see it’s my cock in your sweet mouth.” God, this man and his words.
I take his dick in my hand, and he feels so smooth against my palm. He groans as I tighten my grip. I lick my lips before I lick the head, letting his precum settle on my tongue. His taste explodes in my mouth, making me moan. I open my mouth wider and suck on the head only. Luke moans my name, so I suck harder. I love giving him the pleasure he craves from me.
“Yeah, just like that. Take me all the way down,” he moans out. I do as he says, until my nose is buried in his small patch of pubic hair. I feel the head hit the back of my throat, and swallow. “FUCK. I love it when you do that,” he grinds out.
I start moving fast, taking him in and out of my mouth. Every so often he hits the back of my throat. Clearly my pace isn’t good enough for Luke, because he takes my head in his large hands and holds me still while he face-fucks me. My knickers get wet and I know I’ll feel damp for the rest of the day.
I suck and lick his dick as he moves in and out of my mouth. Saliva is running out of the corner of my lips, but that seems to make Luke thrust harder. His thumb moves over the liquid, rubbing it into my skin.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, babe. You ready for me?” I nod and hum my answer. The vibrations make Luke lose his control. he slams into my mouth with one more powerful thrust and comes down my throat. The taste of him settles on my tongue, making me want to taste him every day for the rest of my life.
Am I ready for that?
I know Luke seems to think we’re ready for it.
I use my tongue to clean him up and then climb to my feet. Luke is leaning against the table, letting it take his weight. His eyes are focused on me and he smirks. He reaches for me and crashes his mouth to mine. He groans when his tongue dips into my mouth and tastes himself on me. I know Luke loves this. He says that one day he wants to make us come together and then go down on me and taste our cum together. Who am I to refuse his wishes?
“Fucking hell, babe, that was hot.” I curtsy and walk towards the door. I look over my shoulder at him and love seeing the relaxed look on his face. “Where the hell are you going?” he asks.
“I’m going to work, and then to pick up our boy.” I wink at him. “You can make it up to me later.”
His smile gets bigger, and he straightens from the table and walks towards me. He kisses me hard and steps back, leaving me breathless.
“I like what you said, and I will more than make up for it later, Peaches. Now go and get our boy.” I blow him a kiss and walk out of his room.
My heart may need to grow a tad bigger if my love for this man gets more than I can handle. I just pray he doesn’t break it.
Chapter 13
Luke
I bounce my legs as I wait for Ivy to come down the stairs of her place. It’s the day of my nan’s birthday party, and my family get to meet Ivy and Carter. He’s sitting across from me, smiling like a kid who won at an arcade game. He’s wearing black Vans, with dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt under a blue and black checked shirt. He’s like a mini Jay tonight.
“What you looking at?” I ask him. His smile widens.
“You. You’re nervous to see Mum and us meeting your family,” he states. Little shit. He is right though. I’m never nervous, but tonight I am.
“Whatever,” I mutter, and he laughs. We go back to watching the TV until I hear her come down the stairs. I stand and wipe my hands over my jeans. I can’t touch her with sweaty palms. I hear Carter giggle behind me and swing my gaze around to his, giving him a ‘shut the hell up’ look, but he just hides his laugh behind his hands. Ivy steps into the room and my breath catches. Damn, she is fucking beautiful. She was stressing over what to wear, but like I told her, tonight is a casual party. No fancy dresses or suits. Hell, I’m in boots, jeans, and a white tee under a grey shirt.
Peaches stands there looking unsure of herself. She’s still worried that she won’t fit in with my family, but they won’t care what she’s wearing. They are as laid back as they come.
“Damn, you are beautiful,” I say with conviction. I look her up and down, taking in every inch of my girl.
She’s wearing a navy dress that cups her perfect curves like it was made for her. It stops mid-thigh with a small ruffle-type-thing that starts at her hip and travels down across the bottom of the dress. Her tights have little patterns on them, and her boots look sexy as fuck—some kind of ankle-wedge-type shoes. Hell, even with three sisters I still don’t get women’s fashion.
I walk over to her, take her face in my hands, and kiss the shit out of her, even with Carter in the room. He needs to get used to seeing us kiss and holding each other, not that he’s complained so far. He’s a pretty good kid.
“You look stunning, babe,” I admit. Ivy gives me a shy smile, and I can’t stop myself from kissing her again. A gagging sound comes from behind me, and I chuckle against her lips.
“Do I look okay?” she asks me.
“Do you look okay? Baby, you are fucking breath-taking. I’m going to have to beat the shit out of the other men there at the party tonight.” She slaps my arm and laughs at me. She thinks I’m joking. Fuck, I know what horny men can be like, hell, I’m one of them.
“Shut it, Beast. I’m the one that’s going to be jealous of all the women who are going to be vying for your attention.” I quirk my pierced eyebrow at her. Carter comes to stand next to us and we look down at him.
“Luke is right, Mum. All the boys are going to be looking at you. I’m lucky to have a beautiful Mum, but you have nothing to worry about. I have a pretty awesome step-dad that will kick their arses if they look at you.” He shrugs, like he didn’t just swear in front of me.
“Language!” both Ivy and I say at the same time.
“But you just swore a few times,” Carter states. He’s right: I did swear a few times. I kneel down to Carter’s level and look him dead in the eyes.
“How old are you?”
“Six.”
“Six. Well, Carter, my boy, I am thirty, so that gives me the right to say and do whatever I want, but that doesn't mean my words or actions don’t have consequences. So, you need to be careful with what you say and do. Words can hurt people just as much as actions can. Now, I want you to think about what your mum feels every time you swear. She doesn’t like it, does she?” Carter shakes his head. “Nope, she doesn’t. Now, you are going to not use that language around Mum again, okay.” I ruffle Carter’s hair and stand up. “Now, go and get your coat.”
“Thank you,
” she whispers, and leans in to kiss my cheek. I shake my head at her.
“No need, baby. Every boy needs a good male role model in his life. Well, now he has a few of us. You have done an amazing job with him. You should be fucking proud of what you have achieved with him. Even with a prick of a father, he is still a gentleman.” Her eyes fill with tears, but she blinks a few times, trying to stop them from falling.
“God, Luke Baker, you always know the right thing to say.”
I chuckle and lean in to kiss her lips. “That’s what I’m here for—to make sure you know that you are perfect in every-fucking-way, including the little sounds you make when I’m deep inside that peachy pussy.” I wink at her and step away before I take her against the wall, leaving Carter no choice but to seek therapy for the rest of his life.
“Carter, let’s go,” I yell, taking Ivy’s hand as I walk her over to the door. I help her into her coat as Carter comes barreling around the corner.
*****
My grandmother’s party is being held at the Oak Tree Hotel, just south of Bell Harbour. She has always liked it here, so my parents thought it was fitting to hold her party here. My nan is ninety-years-old and has the mind of a twenty-year-old. She hates to be called ‘old’, and will bite your head off if you call her an ‘old lady’.
I place my hand on the small of Ivy’s back and hold Carter’s hand. I catch a glimpse of us in a mirror, and we look like a proper family. I smile at the thought. I know that Carter already has a father, but I would love for him to call me ‘Dad’ one day, because I know I will be more of a dad to him than the biological dick that helped make him. I would die for this kid.
“Luke. Oh, honey, you look handsome.” My mother's voice comes from across the room. I smile at her as she closes the gap between us. Peaches tenses beside me, but I pull her tighter into me for reassurance that she will be fine.
“Hey, Mum.” I step away from Ivy and Carter and give my mum a hug and kiss her cheek. We are a very huggy family. My grandfather’s fault. He believed that giving family hugs, or even a handshake, meant more than words. Old way, I guess. I step back and see my father walking towards us, smiling.
“Mum, Dad, this is Ivy, my girlfriend, and her son, Carter. Guys, these are my parents, Pam and Gary.” Mum’s face lights up and she practically throws herself at Ivy and hugs her. Ivy looks at me from the corner of her eye, pleading with me to help her.
“Mum, let her breathe.”
“Oh, God. I am so sorry, honey. But look at you. Oh, you are bloody beautiful, isn’t she, Gary?”
“That she is, sweetheart. Our boy did good.” Dad offers a smile before looking down at Carter. “Nice to meet you, young man.”
“Hi,” Carter say’s shyly, and hides a little behind my body. I pat his head.
“Oh, and you are a handsome young man. Do you like playing on the Playbox things?” Mum asks Carter, who looks horrified that she just mixed up two completely different consoles.
“It’s Playstation and XBox,” he corrects politely. “Yes, I do play them.”
“Oh, I’m not in touch with all that techno stuff. Come with me and I’ll show you to where all the kids are playing in a room we set up.” She offers Carter her hand and he looks up at me. Me. Now that action makes the heart swell.
“Can I, Luke?” Damn, this boy is making a beast like me, melt.
“Yeah, go on, but behave, okay.”
“Will do, thanks.” He takes my mum’s hand and they walk away. I feel Peaches’ hand slip into mine and give it a gentle squeeze, letting me know she is happy with what just went down.
“Well, Ivy, you have a good boy there. Very well mannered. You don’t see that much these days,” Dad says.
“Thank you.” Ivy blushes a little, God, she is too fucking sweet.
“Why don’t you go and introduce Ivy to your nan and your sisters. They have been on pins waiting for you all to get here. Go and put them out of their misery.” Dad chuckles.
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
“It was good to meet you, Mr, Baker.”
“Oh, none of that Mr. Baker crap. Gary, please.” Ivy smiles and nods at him. I take her hand and lead her over to find my crazy grandmother. I find her sitting on a fucking throne. Of all the things she could do, this is something I didn’t expect. But then again, I should have guessed she would do something like this, it isn't her natura to not want to be in the spotlight.
“Nan, or should we call you Queen Nan for the night?” I question.
“Don’t you be mouthy to me in front of your lady friend. I can still put you over my knee, boyo,” Nan admonishes, making Peaches chuckle.
“I would like to see you try,” I goad.
“Oh, you little runt. Come here and give your nan a big kiss.” I step closer and wrap my arms around her frail frame, hugging her tightly—well, as tightly as you can hug a ninety-year-old lady. My nan always smells of lavender. I pull away and she eyes Ivy, letting her gaze travel over her body, her eyes narrowing.
“So, how much did he pay you?” Nan asks. I choke on the air in my lungs. Holy shit.
“Excuse me?” Ivy gasps.
“You heard me, girl. Or are you deaf?”
“NAN. Fucking hell.” I run my hand through my hair. I am dreading looking at Ivy. I know she was uncomfortable with coming here anyway, and now that my nan has open her big fat gob, this will push her over the edge.
“Ohmygod,” Peaches mutters behind her hands as they cover her face. I can see she’s turning red; her neck is pretty much the same colour as a fucking lobster. I snap my gaze back to my nan and let her know that she’s hurt Ivy’s feelings.
“What? I was only asking because there is no way on God’s green earth that you can snag a girl like her.” Nan looks rather proud of herself when she says this.
“Holy shit,” I say, completely at a loss for words.
“Nan, you did not just say that to Ivy,” Alice adds.
“Hell yes, I did. I want to know. I am genuinely intrigued about how much she got paid to spend time with my slut of a grandson. I know you all want him to settle down, but with the way he can't keep his cock in his pocket, there’s no wonder he can’t catch a decent girl.”
“Bloody hell, Nan. Ivy is my girlfriend. I didn’t pay her anything.”
“If you say so.” This woman will be the death of me, I swear.
“Peaches, tell her. Please,” I plead to my girl. I hook my arm around her waist and pull her snug against me. She fits against my body like she was always meant to be there.
“He didn’t pay me to be here.” She winks at my nan, and I hold my breath as to what she will say next. “Well, not with money, anyway.”
“I KNEW IT,” my nan cries out. People look in our direction, and I drop my gaze to the wooden floor, shaking my head.
“Nan, she’s pulling your leg, for Christ sake. Peaches, please, tell her the truth. I really don't want to be known as the Baker grandson that had to pay a girl to be with him.” I drop my head to the top of hers and breathe in her scent. I know I’ll be fighting to keep my hands off her tonight. She showered before getting ready and used the peach bodywash I bought for her.
“Fine,” she says, sounding bored. “Nana Lilly, Beast didn’t pay me. I promise. I am his girlfriend. Anyway, it would be me paying him to be with me.”
“Oh posh, you are bloody beautiful. Our Luke is lucky to have snatched you up.” Ivy smiles at my nan, her arm snaking around my waist.
“Jesus, Nan, I thought you were going to scare her off then. I am kinda attached to her, you know—to them both,” I explain.
“Both?” my nan all but screeches, looking at Ivy’s stomach.
“Oh God, no, she is pregnant. Hell no. Fuck, Nan. Ivy has a son, Carter.”
“What do you mean, ‘hell no’? What, Ivy isn’t good enough to carry your child? Is that what you are saying, boy?”
Fuck me sideways with a cricket bat.
“No.” I pinch the bridge of my
nose and take a deep breath. “God alive, Nan, are you deliberately throwing me under a bus?” I look at Ivy, and I can see the hurt in her eyes. Bollocks.
“Baby, that is not what I meant.” My chest is starting to tighten. I need to get air into my lungs. I pull away from Peaches, because the hurt look on her face is doing me in. I walk out through the double doors that lead to the large garden area.
Fucking hell, tonight is turning into a massive fuck up, thanks to my family.
Chapter 14
Ivy
I push the pain down in my chest and take a quick look at the people standing around me. Luke’s family look back at me with sympathy in their eyes. It’s a feeling I don’t want. I couldn’t hide the hurt, hearing that Luke thinks me being pregnant with his baby is something he doesn’t want. So, are we just a casual thing? Am I here until he gets bored of me?
“Go to him,” Nana Lilly tells me. I walk away from the group and out the doors that Luke just walked through. I see him leaning against the railing, looking out at the lush garden. There are flowers and shrubs everywhere. It looks like a pretty penny was paid to have it look like this. I take a deep breath and walk up to my beast, but I don’t touch him. I stand next to him and look at the garden, like he’s doing. Thank God for the patio heaters that are out here, and the small fire pit that is roaring.
“Beast.” I say his name, but he doesn’t respond. Nothing is said between us. The sound of James Arthur’s ‘Say You Won’t Let Go’ drifts through the cold night air, and I sigh and close my eyes. This is clearly not what he signed up for. Thank God I found out now before my heart got any more invested in this man. I just hope Carter will understand how this happened. He looks up to Luke.
