Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

and if you were mine, I’d be punishing you for asking such a ludicrous question.

Ivy: Am I not yours, Mr West?

A.W.: You’ll be mine when I’m inside you and you’re begging me to come.

Ivy: The cocky man returns.

A.W.: Oh, sweet temptress, this is not arrogance speaking.

A.W.: This is truth.

Ivy: Yes, sir.

A.W.: Fuuuuuck.

Ivy: ;)

Ivy: I shall stop distracting you now.

A.W.: I live to be distracted by you, Ivy Montcalm.

Twenty-One

Ivy

It’s late. I lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, trying to fall asleep. It’s the third day in this bed. I haven’t seen Aidan yet. He’s never home. I feel like an addict needing to see him for that hit.

I sigh and roll to my side. I shut my eyes, groaning in frustration. “Just sleep, Ivy.”

I can’t sleep. I’ve been hit with insomnia. This is the sort of exhaustion caffeine can’t fix. I can’t shut my brain off. I think of everything. I stress about money, I stress about the lease, about Derek. I haven’t heard a word from him and it’s so weird, sort of like a limb has been ripped from me. But this was a rotting limb. A limb that was going to spread and rot the rest of my soul if I stuck around. Being away has been good for my well-being.

But the loneliness is hurting me. It’s like a separate beast altogether. I feel all this heavy pressure in my chest I can’t expel.

I don’t want to be alone.

Footsteps pull me out of my thoughts. I sit up in bed and hold my breath.

Aidan is here. I hear him walk down the hall. His footsteps pause out front of my room. My heart squeezes as I imagine him staring at my door. Please, come in.

He continues walking. His door opens and closes, and I feel disappointed. Is it sad that I sort of got a dose of him just listening to his footsteps and knowing he was on the other side of my door?

Yes, Ivy, super sad. Like beyond sad.

I lay there for the next twenty minutes, tense and wanting. I think about his last texts.

You’ll be mine when I’m inside you and you’re begging me to come.

I let out a frustrated breath.

I’ve had enough of this.

I'm done waiting.

I slip out of bed and open the door. I step out and quietly make my way to his bedroom. I give up trying to sleep, and he’s here now, probably in bed. I hover outside the door for a moment, nervous.

Then I take a deep breath and open the door. This is major invasion of privacy. I should have knocked, right? Oh well. The past is in the past. I step into the dark room, holding my breath. I’ve never been in here and even in the dark I’m blown away by how huge it is.

I walk and keep walking.

Aidan’s bed is in the center of the room, and he’s on his back, his arm resting over his head. He hears my movements and raises his head.

“Ivy?”

I slip into his bed, already pulling at the covers. He immediately shuffles over, making room for me. Truth is he doesn’t need to make room, the bed is so big, but I’m right next to him

“I can’t sleep,” I tell him. “I’ve tried for three nights now and I can’t stand the silence.”

I’m not even finished my words when I feel his arms come around me. He pulls me to his side. He smells like body wash. His body is damp from showering. He brings me close. I rest my head on the same pillow as him. He brings the covers up and over me. Then we lay there, quietly. I turn my head to look at him. He looks back, a soft smile on his lips. I squirm even closer, until I feel my side completely against his.

“I’m feeling a lot of skin,” I remark lightly. “Are you naked, Mr West?”

“Feel free to find out.”

I turn to my side now, and he does the same so we’re facing each other. I feel so ridiculously little next to him. I press my hand against his chest and slowly run it lower. He watches me with an amused expression as I trail my fingers over his abdomen. I feel the bumps of his abs and my brows jump in surprise.

“You’re crazy jacked,” I comment.

“Surprised?”

“Impressed.” No, no, I’m not impressed. I’m actually melting. Tingles are running through my body. I feel so much heat settling between my legs.

My fingers are less brazen as they trail past his abdomen and along his hips. My heart thumps wildly when it hits fabric.

“Briefs?”

“You’re disappointed.”

“A little bit.”

“Let me change that.”

He takes my hand suddenly, his skin warm. He leads my hand over his briefs. I go still, shocked when I feel his hard cock through them. He watches me carefully, amusement growing. I’m flushed and uncertain how to react. He’s smiling in that cocky way, but I’m just staring at him, doe-eyed and swallowing.

He lets my hand go and murmurs, “Careful with that curiosity of yours, Ivy. You need to be prepared for what happens when you venture too close –”

I cut him off and run my fingers along his cock, silencing him. His expression completely changes. His eyelids lower as he stares at me, stunned.

“What were you saying, Aidan?” I tease. “Careful of venturing too close?”

He’s growing impossibly thicker. I run my fingers up and down his long cock, studying his reaction. His eyelids flutter shut, and he lets out a ragged breath. My lips part. He’s so sexy, it’s driving me mad.

“Curious for me to keep going?” I whisper, my lips twitching.

When he opens his eyes again, my breath escapes me. There’s a dark look in his eyes. He takes my hand and moves it away. Then without warning, he moves over me, completely covering my entire body. He buries his hand into my hair, balling it. I feel his mouth at my jaw. He’s not kissing me