I could’ve helped Charlotte, convinced her that being home with Mom was for the best, and I could’ve focused on being a better brother. I could’ve stopped her from going to Whitsborough by being with her more often and just maybe she’d still be alive. Mom said Charlotte was stealing her pills and she had an idea for a while but didn’t want to believe it.
My fist hits the steering wheel and a string of curses are screamed into the interior of my car. I could’ve been the one thing that changed the course of the Jones’ history. That also means I would’ve never reconnected with Ivy and the feelings I have right now wouldn’t exist. I can’t imagine them never existing.
My phone pings and I smile, knowing it’s her.
Ivy: Hey. Can we meet up?
Me: Miss me?
Ivy: It’s important.
The serious tone of her message has me sitting up straight and I wonder if she’s finally ready to admit everything about Charlotte.
Me: Where?
Ivy: The strip.
Something doesn’t feel right and I have a bad sense of foreboding as I start my car up. The drive back into Whitsborough will be a quick one.
February in Whitsborough is usually a mix of semi-spring weather and bitter winter cold. Today is warmer than normal and the wind holds a scent I would associate with Spring. It’s a tease though because we’ll be buried in snow many times over by the time Spring finally gets here.
I hear the rumble of an approaching car and watch as Neil pulls up beside me, his forehead wrinkled in concern. I get out of the car and he gets out of his, meeting me in the middle.
He tugs me in and wraps his arms around me, his scent a soothing balm to my anxious insides. He has his puffy jacket on and I hate that it’s in the way of me feeling his warmth. I pull back and tug down the zipper, burying my face into him.
My hands slide up under his shirt and he shivers from the icy feel of them
“Are you okay?” He whispers into my ear.
“I just need to feel you right now.” I murmur against his chest.
He pulls me in tighter and I can feel him hardening against my stomach, I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I want him.
I run my hand between us and my fingers skim over his abs, skating down to his fly.
“Ivy,” his voice turns raspy, “don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Fucking perfect because I need to finish and I want to do it with him so fucking deep inside of me.
My hand continues south and when his hard length is pressing into my palm, I grip it tight. He groans and I’m suddenly pushed against my car, his cock grinding into me.
He grabs my chin roughly and tips my head back, “it’s fucking chilly.” He’s growling as he undoes his pants, “I can’t be blamed for any shrinkage.”
I open my mouth to laugh but his lips catch it and his tongue thrusts inside. It ignites something hot in my core and I can’t think straight. I shove his hands away and finish dropping his fly, then switching our positions, shoving him against the car.
“Whoa,” he breathes but grins. I fucking want his cock to replace the piece of shit that was last in there.
I undo my jacket, ripping it off my arms, and throwing it to the ground. His golden eyes are fire on mine and I clench in anticipation. I need to lose myself in him, I need to fuck away my fears, and to have him one last time. I know, it’ll be the last time and I’m about to make it count.
Thank god for track pants, I sigh with relief as I drop them around my ankles and stand in front of Neil completely bare. He’s stroking himself in long languid motions, panting heavily, his breath coming out in wispy puffs.
Neil’s cock is so thick and so fucking long, it’s beautiful. I need it stretching me and I’m going to need it rough. I flip around and bend forward, my hands on the hood of his car. The heat from the motor running keeps my fingers from freezing. I look over my shoulder and raise my brow.
“Make it hurt, Jones.” Then I toss him a grin, “don’t fucking waste it.”
He’s behind me in seconds, one hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down, and the other to line himself up. He slams himself in as far as he can go and I scream, the sound echoing back at us.
“So fucking tight.” He groans as he pulls out a bit and then roughly thrusts back in.
“More.” I pant, needing to feel the pain, and knowing that it’s coming from Neil. The sensation of being filled slowly erases Dean and Adam.
He finally gets himself fully seated inside of me and I arch my back, grinding into him.
“Baby,” he reaches around me and slips his fingers through my folds, finding that tightened nub. “Let’s soak my cock up.”
Fuck, the way he talks and how he works me perfectly, like I was made to be fucked by Neil. His thrusts are rough and my hands begin to slip across the metal hood, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. The noises coming from my mouth sound animalistic and my pussy is indeed soaking his fucking cock.
“I’m going to come.” I scream just as the wave crests and hauls me under, drowning me in pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pants and then pulls himself out to cum on the ground at our feet. Right, he still thinks he can stop the risk of a pregnancy. Fuck, this is going to be difficult to say.
“Fuck.” I mutter
