Page 32 of Shake the Spirit


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“Thanks for coming, everyone,” Ike says and takes my hand. “Feel free to enjoy the bar. We’ll be upstairs. Bye.”

Ike walks with me to the elevator. I start to look back at them, but he whispers to focus on the doors.

“They’re looking for weakness. Show none.”

“I’m going to puke.”

“From them or the food?”

“Both, but mostly the food.”

“Hold the door,” he says and walks back to his mother.

I peek over my shoulder to find everyone staring at me. Even Journey won’t stop gawking as she digs through her purse. I feel her mentally screaming at me to get away from her boy.

I scan everyone’s faces, finding them amused or annoyed. Ike smiles softly at me like he’s completely unbothered. Once his calm infects me, I’m less agitated when he joins me as the elevator doors open.

“My mom carries like forty meds in her purse. I took a few for stomach issues. You’ll feel better soon.”

“I love you.”

Ike guides me into the elevator and lets the door shut before planting a kiss on my waiting lips. He’s so tender and sweet despite his giant body and rough exterior. The more I know him, the less I understand why he wants me. Ike studies my face once our lips part and the door opens on the third floor.

“I see what you can’t,” he explains, answering my unspoken question. “I’m older and more mature. Of course, I’m going to be calmer and ready for life. You need time, and I’m patient. I hope you can be, too.”

Smiling at how Ike takes charge without suffocating me, I promise to be patient with myself and his family.

However, the “no sex” rule is over. Once my stomach behaves, I plan to give up my cherry to my moonshine man.










IKE, AKA DOING HIS BEST DONG REVEAL

Once Pa-Donovan setsup tomorrow’s dinner plan, I rush Oana upstairs to our drama-free sanctuary. Her stomach is a mess, so I expect her to spend a while on the toilet. Instead, she finishes up quickly and appears in only her underwear.

“I’m sorry my family was rude,” I say as my horny gaze feasts on her bare flesh. “It’s not real. Don’t take it personally. Edith once announced at a restaurant that my dick was the size of a cocktail wiener. I offered to whip it out and prove her wrong. She dared me to do it, so I started undoing my pants. My parents had to step between us to defuse the dong reveal. My family loves drama. You’ll need to learn to ignore their bullshit.”

“Do you think I have a weird forehead?” she asks and touches her face.

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