Page 18 of Royally Twisted

“Was that your apology?” Tymber asked, pulling Ivy into his side.

“That’s as good as you’re gonna get. Now get the fuck outta here. Ivy, don’t be a stranger, girl.”

When the two walked out, he speared his prospects with a glare. “Now, let’s have a talk, boys, shall we?”

Tymber walked out withIvy under his arm. He was shocked to see so many standing around, waiting outside for whatever they were anticipating happening. He’d be damned if it was a show of him getting his ass kicked.

“I suggest you stand the fuck down,” Tymber warned.

“Let them through, King’s orders.” Traeger moved away from the crowd, coming into the circle they’d formed around Tymber and Ivy, speaking loudly enough he could be heard over the murmurs.

“I’ll follow you, Ivy.” Tymber didn’t take his eyes off of Traeger.

His breath stalled in his throat as she did what he said. He then proceeded to where he’d parked his bike, happy to see they hadn’t fucked it up. “Thanks for the hospitality.” Tymber fired his motorcycle up, using his feet he moved it backward. The red lights from Ivy’s Bronco flashed, showing Tymber she was stopping. He lifted two fingers, saluting Traeger before he followed Ivy. Fuck, his damn heart was near to bursting. Usually he’d go for a long ride and get his head on straight. Instead, he followed Ivy as they rode out of the driveaway. A mile or so down the road, her Bronco swerved to the right, coming to a jarring stop on one of the scenic lookouts that dotted the highway. He let his bike come to a rolling stop next to her rig, waiting until she glanced his way. In his hurry to follow he hadn’t put his helmet on, which normally would’ve been his first move. Now, he set the stand down after turning the key, The cool night air ruffled his hair while he sat, waiting for her to look his way.

When her head turned, and those eyes that were so green he swore he could get lost in them met his, he knew then and there he’d fallen in love for the first time. He dismounted the bike with ease, moving toward her. The driver’s door flung open, and then he found himself holding onto a sobbing Ivy.

“You fool,” she whispered.

Tymber palmed the back of her head. “Is that all you’re gonna say?”

Ivy stood on her toes, her body shaking, not from cold, but the release of tension he was sure. “They could’ve killed you.”

Gripping a handful of her hair in his fist, he made sure she couldn’t look away. “You shouldn’t have followed us.”

Ivy slapped his chest once, twice, three times, then her hands went around his neck, pulling him down to her. “I will always follow you.”

He looked around them, the dark night lit by stars and the soft glow of the moon the only lights. In the still of the moment, he bent, taking her lips in a kiss that was a claiming. She was his, and he’d make damn sure nobody else could hurt her.

The need for oxygen had him breaking away from her lips, her arms around his neck squeezed. “We need to go before my body overtakes my mind and I end up fucking you where we stand,” he muttered, kissing her again because he could do nothing else.

“I don’t care where we are. I want you now.” She released her hold, wriggling until he dropped his arms. Staring transfixed at the sight before him, he swore he was in heaven as her top was pulled over her head, then tossed aside. Her eyes held him spellbound while her fingers unsnapped her bra, giving him a glimpse of the perfect mounds while she peeled one side back then the other, her shoulders rolling helped her remove the scraps of silk and lace.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” In all honesty, he’d die happily if he was buried inside Ivy.

She unsnapped the button on her jeans, the sound of her zipper going down excited the fuck out of him. For too many nights he’d fantasized about seeing all of her laid out before him. Again, he looked around the clearing. “Wait,” he ordered, stopping the shimming she was doing to get the tight as fuck denim off. He scooped her off the ground and carried her around to the passenger side, opening the door with one hand while still holding her with the other. Slowly, he let her slide down his front, the sweet sensation of her hard little nipples scraped against his shirt covered chest. He had yet to show her his scars from the removal of the cancer and the surrounding tissue. Hell, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever told her the extent of his fight. A fight he won and was at the five year mark, meaning he was considered cancer free. Not in remission, but in the clear.

“There’s something I need you to know,” he broke eye contact, looking over the city below.

“Whatever it is, if you’re not married or have a girlfriend, and you’re not gay, which I’d be fine with, but clearly we’d have to—”

Tymber silenced her ramblings with a kiss, his body aching to feel her nakedness against him. “Lets get a few things straight. One, I’m not now nor have I ever been attracted to men. Two, I don’t have a woman in my life, other than my sisters and nieces. Three, I’m done talking for the moment, woman. Take those jeans off unless you don’t like them, which I’d then happily destroy as I stripped you. Your decision.” He waited, watching Ivy’s chest move up and down was a work of art.

“What about you?” Her sassy words were accompanied by a grin.

He undid the top button on his jeans, the crown of his dick sprung free from the tight confines. “I don’t want to get caught with my clothes off, but I promise you this, once I get you to my place, you can explore ‘til your heart’s content.”

Her hand moved, the tip of her finger ran over the top, spreading the moisture over the head. “What about me?”

“Trust me, if anyone shows up, I’ll be able to keep them occupied until you’re dressed. I have a feeling I won’t be wanting anyone else to see this body but me,” he groaned at the feel of her hand fisting his dick. “Pants off, Ivy,” he ordered.

He sighed at the loss of her touch, until seeing her shimmy the jeans down her legs, taking a little scrap of lace with them. She stood straight, letting him look at her. “Fuck you’re perfect.”

With her jeans below her, she knelt, grabbed his jeans and opened the fly further. Tymber nearly came at the sight of her kneeling before him, her pink little tongue swiping over her lips. God, he wanted to feel her mouth on him. “You planning on staring at my dick all night?”

Ivy leaned in, placing a kiss to the top of his aching cock, then swiped her tongue across, moaning as she slipped her mouth over the end. Tymber tunneled his hand into her hair, palming the back of her head, guiding her in the rhythm he wanted. She kept one hand on the base, keeping him from going too far. Pulling off, she looked up at him. “I can’t take it all,” she explained.

He nodded, giving her head a little tug. “Babe, what you’re doing is perfect.”

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