Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights) (25 page)

She picked up a strawberry and fed it to him. There were two left. He watched her cautiously as she kneeled between his legs. She pushed his knees farther apart so she could get more access. He adjusted his feet to accommodate her.

“Well, hello Mr. Bliss.” She circled the base of his cock with her fingers. He snickered because she had spoken directly to his dick. She hoped he could keep up that good humor because she intended to make him fall backwards and trust her. She consumed him and his light sounds turned to deep groans of approval.

“May I speak? Can I praise you?” he asked. It was then she realized he had only been replying. He didn’t speak unless spoken to.

“Yes.” She stroked his testicles and he gripped the cushions of the couch in his hands. “You can speak as you like.”

“That feels good.” He said as she massaged his scrotum. One hand left him to pull out the tube of lubricant she had tucked under her breast to get it nice and warm making its job easier since it was meant to be warm. The moment the top popped he sat up straight. “What was that?”

“Lubricant.” She looked at him and held up the small tube of warming lube. He was breathing heavily. His eyes flashed with panic. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but…”

“No. You either trust me, or you don’t,” She was serious. He had done things to her and she was going to make damn sure she did things to him that pushed his boundaries. “Which is it?”

He leaned back again and his fists gripped the cushions tighter. She could see every one of his knuckles turn white from the strain. “If it’s too much you just say the word, but remember. You have to say limit, Bo. I won’t stop just because you tell me to.”

She realized that was a problem when he was in charge. She needed a word to express stop that was different than don’t move. Now they had one. Limit. She was about to push him right up to it she was sure.

“Close your eyes and relax. Focus on the part that feels good, remember?” That is what he had said to her in this situation. As if realizing it he let out a nervous chuckle and then a long breath.

Ivy went back to the task at hand. She
pulled out a single exam glove from under the cushion. He didn’t notice because she put it on while she sucked the head of his penis into her mouth. She spread the lube everywhere, more than she needed to, but she wanted to be sure he was well prepared for it. She put her ungloved hand on the base of his cock and her finger at the tight bud of his anus.

She licked and stroked with one as she rubbed and gently pressed with the other.

“Wait, wait.” He said in a panic. She didn’t stop. “No. No.”

His mouth said one thing, but his body said another. She watched the storm of emotions cross his features as she pressed harder and the tip of her finger penetrated.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, wait.” He groaned as her finger slid a fraction deeper.

She wasn’t even at the first knuckle. She made a sound of encouragement and appreciation for the cock that she could have sworn just grew impossibly harder in her mouth and pressed deeper. She was searching for the almond size button inside of him the book said would be pleasurable when stroked.

“No. No. Oh God. Wait. Limo whoa, whoa.” He might have been aiming for limit, but she found the reset button and once it was pressed, he was totally on board. “Do that again.”

She couldn’t help but smile. He had fallen and before he hit the concrete, she had caught him. It was one of the best feelings she had ever had in her life. For him to let her get this far was an awesome display of trust.

She stroked, she rubbed, and he erupted. Bo had enough shot in that protein on a regular day. He was too much for her and as much went down as came out as she tried to contain him. She looked at him at the same time he lifted his head to look at her. She let him watch as she tried to recover and consume the rest of it. She slowly slid her finger out as she finished.

Pleased with his expression she slid the glove off
.

“Where did that come from?” He asked.

“My playtime secrets.” She winked. “How do you feel?”

He laughed. She loved when he laughed, even when it seemed like an odd time. He put his hand over his face and said, “Like I owe my little brother an apology.”

Now she had to laugh too. “What?”

“I told him I understood why he might want to do it, but I never understood why anyone would want it done. I kinda understand now, but I will never tell him that.” He let his hand fall from his face and when he looked at her again he asked, “You planned all of this for me?”

“For us. This is just as much for me as it is for you. I want you to know I can be trusted with your body the way I trust you with mine.” She crawled up and straddled his lap. “Now unzip this dress for me.”

“My pleasure.” He reached to the side
and pulled the zipper down. His thumb stroked over the tattoo with his name on it. He asked, “My turn?”

She laughed. “No. I’m not giving you the reigns now. You want control you plan out your own evening. You can’t hi-jack mine.”

“No?” he asked as his lips moved to touch the ink.

“No.” It was weak to her own ears.

“I won’t make you wait. I promise I will take care of you right away.” He made a decent argument for getting control, but she was not going to do it.

“Pull this dress off of me. Now, put your hands on, yes. Be gentle at first. Suck. Yes. That’s it.” She was straddling him, naked but for her high heels. “Put your finger in me. Push, harder, faster, more.”

“I want to taste you.” He said against her neck. “Please, let me.”

She moved until she was almost standing. The heels were too much to balance on the couch and she slipped.

He actually caught her before she hit the ground. He yelled, “Are you okay? You scared me to death.”

She giggled. It was a nervous laugh that came from the place that realized if he didn’t get a hold of her so quickly she would have hurt more than her ankle. “My ankle twisted, but I’m fine otherwise.”

He moved until she was on the couch next to him. He moved his fingers over her ankle and she winced. “It’s going to swell. You need ice.”

“No, I need you. It twisted. I’ve twisted an ankle before in heels and still had to walk a red carpet. I’
ll survive.” She touched the spot on the back of his shoulder that had her name tattooed on it and said, “Where were we?”

He frowned at her. He pulled off both of the heels and kissed her sore ankle. He said, “I’d feel better if you let me put ice on this.”

“I’d feel better if you put your tongue inside of me.” That was probably the boldest thing she had ever said to him without coaching. He smiled at her. Shook his head and then moved them until she was comfortably lying on the couch and he was able to lean in and lave her labia. “Your mouth is amazing. You’re so good at this. Put your finger, yes. Make me come.”

She had nothing to compare it by, but she was pretty sure he was exceptionally good at
cunnilingus. As she arched into the waves of pure bliss rolling through her she called his name and told him she loved him. “Are you hard again?”

“You know I am.” He nipped her thigh.

She sat up and rolled over to lean over the couch. “I want you to put your big, beautiful cock inside of me. Ask me if you can.”

“Can I put my dick inside of you?” He smiled.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“Please, let me fuck you from behind like this. I want to put my cock so deep into you. I want you to scream my name as I fuck you hard and fast this way.” He pressed into her as she nodded. She was at a loss for words. She loved it when he talked dirty to her.

Chapter 10

             
“It’s not that simple,” Bo explained to the photographer. “She’s not going to keep standing and waiting for everyone to get into place around her. You need to get them into place and then she can stand up.”

             
Everyone was there for the photos. He was out of his mind, frustrated with his family, hers, and this damn photographer that no doubt was being paid well to be such a pain in the ass. He spoke in his exotic accent and said, “Only four more, Mr. Bliss.”

             
He went to Ivy and said, “Do you want the last four? Sweetheart, we can call it a day. I don’t want you on that ankle. The kids are getting restless. My brother is being a dick, and if your sister puts anymore lipstick on my sister I am going to strangle them both!”

             
“I think we’ve got it.” She touched his hand and he calmed a fraction.

             
“You look stunning. I’m sorry this isn’t going the way you wanted it to go sweetheart.” He looked at her and knew this was not a real wedding. It was just a bunch of pictures to make it look like one. She had cancelled the December event because she would not fit into the dress that she had to have altered to fit into for this photo shoot. He felt like everything she wanted was slowly being taken away from her because he didn’t use a condom when they got married.

             
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

             
“Like what?”

             
“Sad. You look…sad.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her. “What’s wrong?”

             
“I’m not giving you what you want and I don’t know how to make it work.” He blew out a breath of frustration.

             
“You are crazy, Bo Bliss.” She giggled. He frowned at her. “Seriously, look at you. You are fussing over everything like a mother hen. I’m fine. My ankle is good. It’s been fine for two days now. I got the dress fixed and it looks good too. Everyone is here and trying to play along when they really want to be in that big ass pool they have out there.”

             
They had rented out a small winery that hosted events like this regularly. The place had a heated pool equipped with slides and a hot tub. It had already been a long day. He knew she was right, but he didn’t want her to sprain her ankle again. If it was up to him, she wouldn’t leave the house until after their baby was born, and then maybe not until the kid was eighteen. His possessive and protective nature was getting the best of him.

             
“You’re right,” he admitted.

             
“Where is my phone when I need it?” she asked as she stood.

             
“In my pocket and I’m not repeating it.” He leaned in and smooched her lips. “I’m sorry.”

             
“No.” She touched his face gently and added, “You try your best to give me everything you think I want, but you forget what you have already given me.”

             
“A headache?” He sure had given himself one at this point.

             
She pushed a hand through his hair and pulled him in for a hug. “You. I have you. I wanted these pictures, but I didn’t need them. The only thing I need is you.”

             
He hugged her tightly.

             
He cancelled the rest of the pictures and set the families and the few friends they had invited free to enjoy the winery, the pool, and the lush gardens. He had changed and was standing at a table near the pool when she came out in a bathing suit. He was surprised. They had not told anyone about the baby. She stepped next to him and removed the cover up.

             
The people at the table barely paid any attention. She reached across for a bottle of water and that is when the first notice happened. It wasn’t that her belly or boobs were bigger.

              Adele made a disgusted sound and asked, “Does that say property of Bo Bliss?”

             
Ivy looked at her and said, “Yes.”

             
“What does?” Dale asked. He was curious and looking everywhere.

             
Adele looked mad as hell and sounded equally ticked as she pointed and said, “She has it right there. It’s written on her. Did you write that on her?”

             
“It’s tattooed there in his handwriting, yes.” Ivy stood up and three tables worth of people came over to look at them. Thankfully, the children were in the pool with Hank and Gordon.

             
Bo put his hand on her waist and stood closer to her.

             
Maybe it was because of the hand placement. Adele didn’t hesitate, “Wait are you?”

             
“Am I what?” Ivy asked then tipped the water up to her lips.

             
“Ivy, are you pregnant?” Ivy’s mother asked suddenly. “You look…”

             
“I am. And yes, before anyone asks, you heard me correct the first time.” She lifted her arm and turned to let everyone see it. “It says property. That wasn’t an accident. It was by choice.”

             
Adele stood up and stalked off towards the lodging. Alex didn’t bother to go after her. He didn’t say anything either. He picked up his glass of wine and sipped it as though nothing had transpired at all.