Blake: A Bad Boy Romance by Laura Day Page A

whispered.
     
    With a wicked grin Ivy straddled herself over him and then she took him in hand and lowered herself down onto him. Blake groaned and held onto her hips as she enveloped him. She began to pump herself up and down on top of him, her movements smooth and even as she brought him to new heights of pleasure.
     
    But he wanted her to feel it, too. He reached between them and began to stroke her again, quickly finding her clit and he concentrating his attention there, spinning quick circles that made her moan his name. He wanted to see her come, to watch as her orgasm overtook her. He held himself back and focused on her, on how his touch affected her.
     
    It didn’t take long.
     
    “Oh, Blake, yes. Just like that,” Ivy murmured as she sped up her thrusts. Blake grabbed her tightly with his free hand as he forced himself to wait for her. “Yes, Blake. Yes!” she cried out as she rode him.
     
    He felt as her orgasm overtook her, taking him with it. Her entire body tensed, her muscles convulsing, screaming his name. That was all it took and Blake couldn't hold back any more. He grabbed her hips and with one long, final, thrust he came, gasping into her.
     

 
    Chapter Fourteen
     
    Ivy sat on Blake’s couch and watched as the rising sun brightened the city below her. It was one of their rare sunny days in the Northeast with the type of weather that demanded people spend the day outside. Blake brought a cup of coffee and sat down next to her on the couch, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned against his chest and gave a contented sigh as she sipped her drink.
     
    “So when are we going to talk about why you came over?” Blake asked. “Something was wrong on the phone. What was it?”
     
    Ivy didn’t answer. She continued to stare out the window. She half closed her eyes as the scenery out of the window went fuzzy in her vision. She didn’t want to think about Darryl. She didn’t want to worry about him. She felt so safe and comfortable with Blake; she didn’t want to have to deal with his worries or his questions.
     
    “You have thirty-five missed calls all from unknown numbers on your phone. And thirty-five voicemails,” Blake said. His voice was quiet. He wasn’t pressuring her for answers; he was willing to wait for her. She rested her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “It’s okay if you can’t tell me,” he whispered, his lips grazing her forehead with each syllable. “You can just let me listen to the voicemails.”
     
    Ivy nodded. This would be the easiest way. It was hard to explain Darryl’s actions to others. The things he did seemed so innocuous as first. A few random phone calls and a few strange gifts. It was hard to describe the fear it instilled in her. It was hard to explain how she never felt safe. She was always expecting Darryl. Every time her phone rang, her heart stopped in fear it would be him. Every time a piece of mail came that she didn’t recognize she would be nauseous as she opened it.
     
    Ivy unlocked her phone and handed it to Blake. She pulled away from him. She didn’t want to hear the voicemails. She knew there would be nothing useful in them. It would just be noises meant to frighten her. She kept the voicemails in a special folder on the cloud. Evidence in the case against Darryl that would never actually happen.
     
    Blake stood up and pressed the phone against his ear. She turned to watch as he listened to the voicemails. He was pacing the floor of his apartment. His face went from confused to to disgusted to angry as he cycled through the calls.
     
    “You don’t need to listen to all of them,” Ivy said quietly. “It’s all just variations on a theme. There’s nothing usable in them. They’re just meant to frighten me.”
     
    “Who sent them?” Blake asked ending the voicemail and putting the phone down on the counter.
     
    “My ex-boyfriend, Darryl Linden. We dated for a