Blake: A Bad Boy Romance (16 page)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Blake lay Ivy down gently on the bed. She sat up and drew her knees in. The last time she and Blake had been in here someone had videotaped it. What was Darryl going to do with that footage? Was he going to blackmail her for it? Did she have anything to be embarrassed about?

“Stop thinking,” Blake said. “I can see it on your face. You’re worrying yourself about something.”

“About the video,” Ivy admitted quietly.

Blake sighed and nodded. “There’s nothing we can do about that,” he said. He took his shirt off and then stepped out of his jeans. Standing only in his boxers Ivy could see the clean lines of his muscles as they ran up his stomach and down his arms. He was like some statue of a Greek god that had come to life. “Come and take a shower with me,” he said, nodding towards the bathroom.

Ivy smiled and stood up. She slid out of her clothes and followed him to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and steam quickly began to fill the room. Ivy walked towards Blake and pressed herself against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly and they stood like that for a moment, just holding each other.

She looked up at Blake and he leaned down to kiss her. She slid her tongue into his mouth and felt his against hers. She could feel his erection pushing against her stomach as he held her tight and kissed her deeply. His warm hands felt safe and comforting on her back and Ivy was starting to worry that she couldn’t live without his touch.

He stepped into the stream of water and held his hand out to Ivy. She took it and stepped into the tub, feeling the hot water as it hit her head and cascaded down her back. The heat and the pressure from the water massaged her tense muscles and she began to relax.

Darryl was still in jail.
The thought occurred out of nowhere. But it was right. Darryl was still behind bars for violating her restraining order. Both she and Blake were pressing charges against him. She looked at him and kissed him with abandon. She broke away and then began to kiss his neck, lapping up the warm water from his skin with her tongue.

Blake sighed and Ivy reached down between them and felt his hard erection in her hand. She began to move her hand up and down in slow teasing motions and Blake moaned and leaned into her.

“God, I missed you,” he whispered into her ear as he leaned over and kissed her neck.

Ivy felt his hands as they came up to her breasts and he began to gently massage them. The mix of the warm water and his hands was almost more than she could take. She moaned and leaned against him and then looked up and kissed him deeply as his hands continued to work their magic.

“I want you,” Blake whispered into her ear and Ivy’s whole body shuddered at the words.

She wanted him, too; she wanted him desperately. Ivy took a bar of soap and began to lather it up in her hands. She traced her sudsy hands along his body, hoping to wash away the memories of the last few days. She cleaned him and helped him rinse off and then it was her turn. Blake’s warm and wet hands spread over her body, running along her legs, her back, her breasts and then between her thighs.

His fingers slid over her and Ivy closed her eyes as her body reacted to his touch. Her heart began to beat faster and even in the hot shower she felt a rush of heat push through her. His fingers were gentle and slow and Blake was watching her as he touched her, gauging her reaction.

He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel, wrapping Ivy up in warm cotton. He took a towel and wrapped it around his waist and together they walked back to bed. Blake kissed the back of Ivy’s neck as she walked and her feet began to stumble beneath her. Her body was aching for his touch. She was so ready for him.

She dropped her towel and slipped on the bed. Blake followed her and he gently pressed down on her chest until she was flat on her back staring at the ceiling. He kissed the tops of her thighs, making her jump from his sudden touch. But then she relaxed as his tongue slipped inside of her and she arched her back and buried her hands in his hair. His slow and teasing tongue worked circles in her as Ivy writhed beneath him.

His every delicate touch felt almost too good and she never wanted him to stop. She could feel her orgasm building up inside of her. With every touch from Blake she was getting closer to the finish she so desperately needed.

“Yes! Blake! Yes!” Ivy cried. She wondered if he was going to stop again. If he was going to bring her just to the edge of pleasure and then hold her back. But he didn’t slow down as Ivy got louder. She cried out his name and her breathing became tortured gasps as she felt her orgasm explode around her and she screamed out his name as her body tensed and then relaxed.

Blake smiled up at her and he kissed both of her breasts as Ivy came back down to loud. “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” she answered, but she wasn’t done yet. Blake lay back and Ivy climbed up on top of him.

He reached for the dresser next to his bed and pulled out a condom. Ivy quickly unwrapped it and unrolled it over his hard cock. Blake turned her over on her side so he was laying down behind her. He lifted her left leg up and she felt the head of his penis as it slipped into her.

She cried out as her body stretched to accommodate him. And then he began to move and she could feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out of her. She was on her back with her legs up and Blake was on his side, his cock buried inside of her. Blake’s hands were on her breasts massaging her and pinching her nipples as she cried out for more. The angle was perfect and with every thrust his penis caressed her g spot and she pushed back against him, pushing him farther inside of her. It felt so good to be with him. He felt so right inside of her.

“Yes, Yes!” Ivy cried out as he thrust into her and he sped up as she moaned and grabbed his legs and pushed back against him. “I’m so close,” Ivy whispered as pleasure poured through her body. She grabbed onto Blake and held him close as one final thrust pushed her over the edge and she came screaming his name over and over again.

They collapsed in a pile in the bed. Ivy’s heart began to slow down as the buzzing in her veins stopped. Not that she would ever admit it out loud, but she could see why people had the desire to film themselves having sex. It was so passionate and it felt so good; why not preserve it for posterity. If only she and Blake had the tape instead of Darryl.

She fell asleep without realizing it. Resting in Blake’s arms feeling more comfortable and relaxed than she had in a long time.

She woke up at six-thirty to Blake’s alarm blaring. They were spooning and she had been in a deep sleep. Her eyes popped open as Blake groaned and hit the off button.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s set automatically. Go back to sleep.” He wrapped his arm around her again and she felt his warm breath on her neck as he settled down next to her. He was breathing deeply within seconds, but now that she was awake Ivy realized how badly she had to pee.

As quietly as possible she slipped out of Blake’s arms and went to the bathroom. She came out and slipped into a pair of panties and one of Blake’s t-shirt. She wandered into the living room and dug her phone of her purse. She glanced down at it and saw that she had a few missed calls and texts from unknown numbers, but she ignored those.

She checked her email, wondering if there was anything from work. But instead of clients there was an email with the subject line: To The Moon And Back. It was the same phrase from her card. It had to be from Darryl. She debated opening it, but her curiosity was peaked. Darryl had never actually suffered a punishment before. But he had spent the last few days in jail and she needed to know if it had changed him.

You think you can mess with me I will ruin you and I will ruin him just for the hell of it. End it with him or I will make sure he never sees daylight again.

Ivy looked down at the message and then at the apartment around her. Of course he was still contacting her from prison. Did she really think that prison could hold him back? Darryl loved nothing more that stalking her and ruining her life; why would he stop his favorite hobby just because he was in jail.

Chapter Thirty

Blake woke up alone. He reached over to the other side of the bed, but Ivy was gone. He could see her soft body in his mind’s eyes, the curve of her hips and breasts, her legs and arms that only a few hours ago were wrapped around him.

He pulled his head up and frowned to the empty room. Where was she? He stood up and pulled on a pair of boxers and walked out into the living room. Ivy was standing there fully dressed staring out the window.

“Hey, it’s still early. Come back to bed,” Blake said.

“I think I should go,” Ivy said turning around to face him. She wasn’t crying. She looked at him, her face void of any emotion.

Blake looked at her in confusion, “go where?”

“Home. I don’t think we should do this anymore.” Blake started to speak, but now she was the one talking over him. “I know what you’re going to say Blake and part of me agrees with you. But this relationship has been rocky from the start. Our parents are getting married and we’re going to be stepsiblings. Now you’ve been arrested and you can’t fight. This feels like the universe is giving signs that you and I shouldn’t be together.”

What was she saying? Where was this coming from? Blake didn’t know what to do or what to say. “Is that how this looks to you? What about all the good stuff, Ivy? What about the good memories we’ve made in the last few days? Do those not count anymore? Are they not part of the universe’s plan?” Ivy shook her head. She grabbed her purse from a chair and moved towards the door, but Blake blocked her. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” Ivy whispered looking up at him. Her jaw was shaking a little and he could feel the tears she was holding back. But she was determined to stay strong. “My job might be over; this is just too much. I’m sorry. I’ll help you with the interviews and stuff tomorrow, but we’ll have to tell them that we’re just friends. Blake, I’m sorry, it’s just...after what happened I don’t see how we can be together. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I got you into this much trouble.”

She tried to move past her but he just took the same step and continued to block her. He needed to keep her here in this apartment. He needed to find out where this was coming from. Had something happened? Was it possible she was really ending this without a reason?

“Please let me leave, Blake,” Ivy said. She wasn’t looking at him. What was he going to do, keep her there against her will? If she wanted to leave there was nothing he could do to keep her.

He stepped away from her and said, “Ivy, don’t go. Tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.”

“You helping me is how we got into this whole mess,” Ivy said with a smile. She looked over her shoulder at him. She took a deep breath and then said, “I’ll talk to you later, Blake.” The door opened and closed and she was gone.

Blake was stunned. He couldn’t move or think. What had just happened? Had he really just lost everything? Just like that.

He loved Ivy, so how could he let her walk out the door? He should have fought for her, should have begged her to stay. Would that have helped, he had no idea. But it might have helped. He stared at the door as if he expected her to walk through it any minute.

Finally, he moved. His legs took him over to the couch where he slumped down and put his head in his hands. He had lost everything: his sponsors, the chance to fight, the woman of his dreams. With a punch to a rich prick’s face Blake’s whole life had come apart and he had no idea how to put it back together.

He had left his phone on the coffee table the night before and it buzzed as he sat on his couch. Blake sighed, and reached for the phone hoping it was Ivy telling him she had a momentary episode of insanity, but she was feel much better and was on her way over. But it wasn’t that. It was a text message from Tim.

“Blake, is this you?”

Blake opened the message and saw that there was a short video file attached. He pressed pay and watched as the grainy footage came to life. It was taken with night vision so everything was tinged with green. It took him a second to realize he was looking at his own bedroom.

Blake’s heart stopped in his chest and cold flooded his body. The sounds of a woman in pleasure filled his empty apartment. But it wasn’t any woman’s voice. It was Ivy’s. Blake looked in horror at the screen as he watched the events of the other night, the result of his and Ivy’s card game.

He was fucking her against his dresser and she was screaming the word
yes
.

“Where did you get that?” Blake demanded the moment Tim answered the phone.

“It was sent to me about twenty minutes ago,” Tim said. “It’s been posted online to PornHub. Is it you in the video? Is there any chance it’s a lookalike?”

“It’s me, but I didn’t take it.”

“Darryl did,” Tim finished. “Listen, Blake, I’ll call PornHub and get them to take it down, but that’s a stopgap measure at best. It’s online now. People have a copy; they’ve saved it to their computers. There’s no taking it back.”

“How many people have seen it?” Blake asked.

“As of last count the original has over two hundred thousand views. And five stars, if that’s any consolation.”

“Two hundred thousand views?!” Blake demanded.

“And five stars.”

“Get it down, Tim. I didn't consent to it and neither did Ivy. I want that made very clear. But don’t say Ivy! I don’t want people knowing it’s her.”

“I don’t think it will take people long to figure out who the other person is.”

“Just deal with it,” Blake said. He hung up the phone and tossed it onto his couch.

How was he going to tell Ivy? How was he going to break the news that their most intimate moment together had been broadcasted online for anyone to see?