Regret? A Little too late

Chapter 4

Ivy's POV

I sank into the covers as the room suddenly fell quiet. Having a big family was a great feeling until I found myself alone in my room. Everything that had gone wrong in my life was now demanding my attention.

Why was everything going too fast? An ended marriage, my lost baby, my still pregnant self? My eyes wandered around the vast room as my thoughts rode my mind like a merry-go-round.

I heard my phone buzz, pulling me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out only to find a text from someone I thought was my friend.

'Hey gal, I heard what happened. I'm so sorry my brother did that to you. Can we meet for coffee tomorrow?' Lena, Caleb's sister, texted.

I scoffed to myself, “Such a good pretender.” I typed quickly, wishing to see just how far they were planning to go.

'Sure, Lena.' I replied short and precise. I knew there was no coincidence that she was out on a business trip; her father sent her exactly the time Caleb divorced me.

I threw the phone at the end of the bed, and I really didn't wish to talk to any of them. Furthermore, I buried myself into the covers, holding my breath for as long as I could. Tears rolled down my eyes as I choked on my cries.

It felt like my wounds had opened up as I couldn't hold my wails back. I bit on my covers to muffle my cries, and I couldn't stop. It was like all my pain surfaced, pushing me to a meltdown. I didn’t care for a better life; I just wanted everything to be okay.

I heard my door click open, making me muffle my cries even more. My mind in a panic, I didn't want anyone to see me like this. I was never one to show my pain, no matter how deep.

'Who could have access to my room? It was already so quiet in the house.' 'Why would any of my brothers come to check on me?' The thoughts crossed my mind as I peeped from under the covers slowly.

“Come on, I know you are not sleeping, Ivy,” Xander's voice came from across the room as he walked towards me.

I quickly wiped my tears as I looked at him in confusion, “Xander? What are you doing…?" I asked, but I was interrupted as he sat on my bedside.

I sat up feeling suddenly aware of my nightgown, which left nothing much to imagination.

“Sssh, I heard something, and I thought you needed help,” he said, but I could see his glimmering, worried eyes through my nightlights. I gathered my courage.

“No I am okay…" Immediately the words came out of my mouth, I felt my body become weak. Fresh tears pushed their way out of my eyes.

'Who was I fooling? I was not okay!' I felt him pull me towards his hard chest as I cried my heart out. He held me tightly, pulling me so that I sat on his lap like a baby.

I couldn't ask for anything more; I felt my heavy heart getting lighter. I felt my mind clearing as I loosened my grip on his neck.

'Too much for best first impressions!' I scolded myself mentally for making him see my weak side. I fidgeted on his thighs as I tried to move from his lap.

“F*ck!” He cursed as he held my waist in place, preventing me from moving.

“Don't move,” he said, his voice coming out hoarse. My body came alive as I felt his hard rod on my butt.

I looked into his eyes, and I instantly regretted it as the fire in them reflected the fire burning in mine.

“Let me hold you a little longer, peach,” he said, his deep voice not helping my course. I didn't know how our bodies switched from comfort to becoming aroused.

But who was I kidding? I had it out for him the moment I laid my eyes on him. I let my hand travel through his hard chest, the feel of his muscles making my hands feel tiny.

“You don't want to do that…" he warned, but his voice didn't make it sound like a warning.

“What if I want to?” I replied, tempting him, but deep down, I knew I wasn't just tempting him. I wanted a piece of him, something I have never felt before.

I crossed my legs boldly around his waist as he watched me in surprise. He didn't stop me, nor did he look like he intended to.

“Peach, do you know what you are doing?” He asked as he held my already moving hips firmly to stop me from moving.

“Yes, let me..." I pleaded like I was drunk on the feel of him. I couldn't recognize myself anymore; my body led me while my mind took a break from reality.

He looked at me one last time as he loosened his grip from my waist. I took that as consent as my hips rode his hard rod below me. As if a switch had flipped in him, I felt his hands on my waist guiding me around his crotch. His mouth on my neck making me almost moan out loudly.

“Ssh…quiet now, you don't want your big bad wolves to come crashing in here,” he said as he smirked at me. I threw my head back as he let his hand on my breast, caressing it softly. His hands knew the way around my clothed body.

He continued his assault on my body as my core dripped onto my net innerwear. I moved my hips harder on him, feeling his crotch get even harder if that was possible. His lips found me, making me feel unreal as I rolled my eyes back.

He took the opportunity to push his crotch more into me that I could have sworn it felt as if he was at the entrance of my core.

He muffled my moans with his mouth as he slid my hips on his rod I couldn't hold back anymore as I felt tension building inside me. I could have sworn I felt my eyes roll in their sockets as his grunt followed.

At that moment it didn't matter if anyone heard us as our chests heaved uncontrollably. Out of breath, I looked into his eyes, feeling my juices coat his shorts. We held each other as we both came down from our high.

Finally a conscience visited my mind as I felt my face grow hot.

“Peach what have you started?” He asked, his head buried into my chest.

“Mmm nothing I can't handle” I replied, my voice rushed as I chuckled. I felt his rod poke my core, making me giggle.

“Takes more of you to rest the raging lion, love,” he said, aware of his already hard rod.

“Now let's get you cleaned up,” he said as he hoisted me into his arms towards the bathroom.

What the hell was I doing? The more appropriate question was, 'Why couldn't I stop myself around him?'

The night was not about to be over…that I knew. Surprisingly enough, no guilt tagged on me as I laid my head on his chest.

'How was that possible?' I couldn't answer the question myself.