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I don’t miss her disappointed expression.
“You need to get on birth control first. I’m not wearing a condom with you. I want to fuck you raw. I want to feel your pussy with nothing between us.”
A tear rolls down her cheek, “I can’t get pregnant Nash. I will never be able to have children.”
Lying beside her, I pull her into my arms, “Never?”
She presses her face to my chest, “Never. Chemo three times made sure of that.”
Squeezing her tight, I say the only thing I possibly can, “I’m sorry, Princess. I’m so sorry.”
Ivy wraps her arm around my waist. Fuck, how can anything wrong feel so right? Every inch of her is perfect. I wish she weren’t my adopted sister. I’d show her off to everyone. This is wrong. I should let her find a boy her own age that won’t keep her as a secret.
Before I have time to think about it the words come tumbling out of me, “You should go, Ivy. You should find a boy your own age.”
She grips me tighter, “I don’t want a boy my own age. I want you, Nash. Only you.”
I’m conflicted. I want to be a better man than I am and let her go, so she’ll give her innocence to a man that deserves it. Yet, here I am, making plans in my head to fuck the most off-limits woman in my life.
“Tomorrow you’ll tell Mercy and dad you’re staying over at a friend's house. You’ll take an Uber to the Hotel on sixth avenue. Be there at seven. If you change your mind, don’t show up, I will understand. I won’t be angry.”
She kisses my chest, “I won’t change my mind. I will be there.”
“Go to your room before I can’t control myself. No making yourself come, Princess. Your next orgasm is mine.”
“Can I kiss you?”
I chuckle, “You don’t have to ask permission, baby.”
Leaning my head down, I roll her over onto her back, press my lips to hers, and kiss her. Fuck her mouth is so sweet. Her tongue hungrily glides against mine. I pull back and bite her bottom lip before I slide my tongue back into her mouth, needing more. Ivy moans and threads her fingers through my hair.
Pulling back, I groan, “Such a needy girl. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I growl, “Time to go Princess. If I hear that sweet little sound one more time, I’m going to lose my mind. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”
I get off her and go open the door, reluctantly she gets off the bed and walks out the door.
A man only has so much restraint. I’m going to fuck her, punish her, and make her mine. I have no choice. I’m not delusional. I know if we’re ever caught, I’ll lose everything. The relationship with my father I’ve worked hard to rebuild. The forgiveness from Mercy for what I did to her. All of it will evaporate in the blink of an eye. Is Ivy worth losing everything for? I don’t know. Am I sabotaging myself for nothing? It doesn’t matter when all I can think about is those sweet little moans and the taste of her delectable pussy.
It takes me forever to fall asleep. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is her. On her knees, taking my cock like such a good girl, on my bed, begging me to fuck her. She’s everywhere. I want to text her and tell her to get her beautiful body down here. But I fight it. Eventually, I fall into the darkness.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
IVY
Last night was tough. I had a hard time falling asleep thinking about today. I thought it was a long night. But today, the minutes have crawled by. I told my parents I was staying at Monica's house. They like her, so they didn’t question it. I’ve been more pleasant with them as of late, so they're easier to deal with. I thought once I turned eighteen, they’d relax their rules. Nope. Not a chance. All I got was, ‘our house, our rules.’
I went shopping earlier today to find lingerie for tonight. I want Nash to come undone when he sees me in it. I’m wearing a black skirt, with leggings underneath. I’ll be losing them on the ride to the hotel. I opted for a tight, pink V-neck t-shirt over the lingerie I bought. I grab my bag of overnight clothes I packed and go to leave.
My mom yells, “Ivy do you want a ride?”
Shaking my head, “No. I already ordered an Uber. It’s fine.”
“You can cancel it.”
Arching an eyebrow, I say, “Why? What’s up? Riley is banging her head on the wall,” I say.
