Dirty Money(18)

"Oh, I plan on jerking off with them tonight while thinking of you."

"Boone!"

"Unless you wanna come over to my place and do me the honors."

She hesitates, and hot damn, she's actually thinking about it. Hot damn.  Ivy Smithfield is every wet dream I've ever had come to life. I love  this fuckin' woman. "I shouldn't," she says after a long moment. "My  sister is expecting me home for dinner."

She lives with her sister? For some reason, I've always pictured her in  one of those sterile-yet-modern apartments filled with three pieces of  gray furniture and nothing else. The ones that are too "highbrow" for a  guy like me to comprehend why you'd want only three pieces of furniture,  and uncomfortable ones to boot. "We could go out, all three of us. I  don't mind if you bring her along to dinner. Family's important."

After all, she's gonna be my in-law soon enough. Might as well say hello.

But Ivy is silent. Her mouth thins and she gives a small shake of her head. "Tonight's not a good night."

"Tomorrow, then?"

No answer. Ivy starts rummaging through her purse and pulls out a small  bottle of hairspray, determined to fix the loose strands of her hair.

I watch her, curious. She's shutting down on me. Now, is it because of  her sister or because of something going on tonight? "I got four  brothers. Think I told you that. Enough for a roughneck drilling team."

Her smile is quick, polite, as she glances over at me. "You told me."

"We're real close. Family's important."

Her expression goes soft. "It is."

"Your sister older? Younger?"

Ivy's gaze flicks to the rearview mirror and she turns off the car,  shoving her hairspray back in her purse. "I should go, Boone."

"All right," I drawl. She's skittish over family. Huh. I'm gonna have to  get that out of her, but some other time. I suspect she might be more  vulnerable with my mouth on her pussy again. That's something I look  forward to-breaking down her walls, one slow lick at a time. "Might  wanna get your car cleaned before you bring your next client in." I nod  my head at the wet spot on the backseat. "Though I have to say, I think  it smells delicious."

Her cheeks flare red as she gets out of the car.



Later that night, Ivy texts me links to three different houses, asking  me to pick one or two that I like the most so we can check them out  later this week. She won't tell me which one appeals to her, so I pick  the most expensive.

She immediately texts me back and tells me she's picking a different  house for us to see, because it has a ten-car garage and that might be  more appealing to me. And I grin to myself like a loon, mostly because  even though I told her to pick out what she wants, she's still got me on  her mind.

I like that. I want to eat up her thoughts like I ate her sweet little pussy earlier today.

My brother Clay's hanging out over at my trailer tonight, and we're  playing a co-op shooter on the PS4 together. Well, sort of. My mind's  mostly on Ivy and I'm a fucking shit partner, to the point that Clay's  starting to toss me disgusted looks and check his watch. That works for  me. The sooner he leaves, the sooner I can jerk off to Ivy's panties.         

     



 

Maybe I'll call her as I do. Maybe I'll actually show her how to do a  video chat on her phone and let her watch me doing it. Wouldn't that  scorch her sweet little cheeks-

"Aw, fuck, you just died again, Boone. Where's your fucking brain, man?"  Clay throws down his control in disgust and looks at me like I'm a turd  under his shoe. "Seriously, you ran right into that pack of mercs. No  fucking strategy at all."

I shrug and toss my controller aside, too. "Ain't in the mood for playing, I s'pose."

"Let me guess. Ivy?"

I rub my jaw, my beard prickling my hand. Sometimes when I rub it, I  imagine it still smells like her honey, and that makes me all hard  again. I drop my hand because I don't want my brother to notice I've got  a boner, and grab a couch cushion, tossing it on my lap. "Saw her  today, yeah."

"You get some of that yet?"

I shoot him a glare as he gets up, crossing the trailer to get a beer.  "Ain't any of your damn business. She's mine and that's all you got to  worry about."

"That ain't a no," Clay says, pulling a Corona out of my beat-up fridge. "You want a drink?"

"No. You want to leave?"

He gives me a strange look. "What's eating your ass?"

I scratch at my hat, then shrug. "She blew me off. I invited her and her  sister to dinner and she acted like I'd just insulted her mom or  something. Shut me down lickety-split, and that's after we got all  personal-like."

"Huh. Her sister cute?"

I scowl at him. "Can we focus on me here?"

"I s'pose." He uses the edge of his shirt to twist the lid off the  Corona and then takes a long gulp. Then, he adds, "Maybe her sister's a  bigger snob than she is?"

"She ain't a snob," I tell him. "She's just elegant." But then I think  about the part where she asked me not to point out to her coworkers that  we were dating, and my gut gets all clenched. Course, she told the one  guy that I was her boyfriend, so I'm all fucking confused. There's mixed  signals everywhere.

"Then maybe there's something wrong with her sister," Clay says. "Maybe  she's one of them kooks that doesn't shave her pits and wears fucking  leaves and shit. Like that one in the movie that lived in a tree."

"That don't sound likely." I think of Ivy, with her delicate mannerisms.  She don't seem like the type to have a crunchy granola sister . . . I  think. "Hell, I don't know."

"Hire an investigator."

I look over at Clay like he's crazy, because that's the dumbest thing I ever heard. "Do what?"

"You got money now," he says, then gestures at my old, beat-up trailer.  "Not that you can tell from this place. Maybe you throw a few dollars  down and get some Sherlock-style asshole to go stalk your girl and find  out all the juicy details about her." He swigs his beer again and then  points at me as an idea occurs to him. "Maybe she's got a husband-"

"Oh, fuck off. She ain't got a husband, and I ain't gonna have anyone  spy on her for money." That is some straight-up shady dumbassery if I've  ever heard it. "Finish your beer and get outta here."

His eyes gleam with amusement. "Why? You gonna call your classy pussy  and tell her to stop hanging out with her boyfriend and get herself a  real man-"

I throw the cushion at my brother and nail him right in the head. "Out, dickbag."

Clay just laughs like this is the funniest thing ever. "Ain't like you  to be all mopey over a girl, Boone. Wait until the others hear about  this."

"So go tell 'em. Just get out of my face." Tired of hearing this shit  already, and I suspect that by the time Clay gossips to Gage, Knox, and  Seth, I'll have all four of those jackasses in my face. "Give a man  peace and quiet already."

"You sure are testy when you aren't getting laid," Clay comments, and  then races out the door of the trailer before I can throw something else  at him. My brother hoots and hollers, laughing into the night as he  heads down the road to his own trailer.         

     



 

Dumbass.

He ain't wrong, though. My mood's all tore up and it's all thanks to  Ivy. I keep telling myself I ain't worried about the sister thing, but I  don't like how closed-up she got. There's something she's hiding, and I  worry it's me. I know I'm not good enough for her . . . I just don't  want that to stop me from getting my woman. It's only been a few days  but I already need Ivy like I need air. My body needs her, too.

I get up and lock the front door of my trailer just in case Clay-or any  of my other brothers-has any bright ideas, and head off to my bedroom.  There's a tiny wad of fabric in my pocket that's burning a hole in my  brain and I need to take it in hand . . . among other things.

I shut the door and fling myself down on my bed. My entire body aches at  the thought of Ivy, and I stare up at the popcorn ceiling in my  trailer. I hope she ain't using me to get to my money. Not that it  matters, I suppose, because I'd give her some either way. I've got  enough to buy whatever she wants.

But I like the thought of Ivy being turned on by me and not just my  wallet. That I ain't so stomach-turning that she can't introduce me to  her sister or anyone else in her family. I'm willing to let shit slide  for now . . . but once that house is sold? I want in to all aspects of  her life. No holds barred. Nothing held back.

Ivy Smithfield will be all mine.

I pull out the panties and admire them for a moment. They're a plain  white pair, cotton, I think. It's fucking adorable as hell that she wore  regular ol' panties out to meet with me. No thongs or silky things for  Ivy, which meant she wasn't anticipating me going down on her. I like  that. It tells me she's not as calculating as Clay thinks. I hold the  fabric up to my face and rub it across my mouth, inhaling her scent. My  other hand works on my belt, freeing my jeans, and then my zipper's down  and I've got my cock in hand. It's hard as fuck and aching for release,  but something about this doesn't feel . . . right.