Love You Better (Better Love 1)

Those words on her lips? I can’t handle it.

I line my dick up and push into her until her ass is smashed up against my hips. Then I wrap my hands around her waist, pushing my thumbs into the dimples at the base of her spine, and fuck her just like she asked me to.

I’m entranced, watching how each thrust has her ass bouncing off my abdomen, rippling in the sexiest fucking way. The way she gasps and whimpers, chanting “yes, yes, yes” when I speed up, has my balls tightening, my stomach tingling, and my toes curling. I know I won’t last much longer.

“Touch yourself, baby,” I command, and she does. Ivy rubs her clit until she’s clenching tightly around my dick and I’m exploding my release into the condom, and we both fall onto the bed, sweaty, sated and fucking in love.

“Oh my gosh,” Ivy pushes out between panted breaths, “that was so hot.”

“Yeah?” I ask with a smirk, standing to dispose of the condom.

“Heck, yes. When you said ‘on your knees, baby’ I almost orgasmed right then. It was like Niagara Falls in my panties.” The pure joy in her voice twists up my heart and stomach in the best way, and her tinkling giggle is music to my ears.

“You liked that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, I definitely did. Obviously.”

“What about you with the thong, though? Pulling it to the side and riding me like that? Jesus Christ, Ivy. You’re trying to kill me.” I flop back on the bed and pull her on top of me.

“It’s Bailey’s books.” She giggles and hides her face in my chest. “They’re giving me ideas.”

“Praise Romance Novels!” I say dramatically, and she pinches my side. “I fucking love reading.”

I trail my fingertips up and down her arm, pleased at the goose bumps that pop up from my touch. It sounds corny as hell, but I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.

I’m about to tell her this, to express for the millionth time just how fucking lucky I feel that she’s mine, when her phone pings with a notification, and she shoots straight up.

Ivy rushes over to the floor where her phone was discarded and swipes the screen, then flicks her eyes to me, wide with nervous excitement.

“What is it?” I sit up and she walks to me, handing me the phone.

“Email notification from Chicago.” She swallows and closes her eyes.

Ivy’s been waiting on tenterhooks to hear back from the Law School at the University of Chicago for two weeks. She’s already received an acceptance from the IU law school, which is right here in the city, but Chicago is one of the top law schools in the country.

“Do you want me to open it?” I ask when she doesn’t reach out to take her phone back. She blinks.

“If I don’t get in, I’m okay with it. Indiana University’s law school is good. Tuition is significantly less. It’s here in the city. It’s only forty-five minutes from Mom and Jacob, and closer to Dr. Joyner,” she adds, getting lost in listing her pros and cons.

“Dr. Joyner can meet with you from anywhere,” I remind her. She raises her eyes to me.

“And you’ll be here.”

My heart thuds. My plan is to stay and teach here. The principal at Morgan County High already told me I have a job if I want it. But if Ivy gets into Chicago...

“University of Chicago isn’t that far from here, Ives. Less than a four-hour drive.” I keep my voice strong and reassuring. I will support her no matter where she goes and what she does. Me and Ivy? We’re forever. “No matter what happens, you got this. We got this.”

She nods her head. “Okay, go ahead and open it.”

I click the notification and it takes me to her email app. I open the email and begin to read, and my heart races and a smile stretches over my face.

“You got in, Ives.”

“I got in?”

“You got in!”

“Oh my gosh! I got in!” Her entire body is alight with happiness and excited energy, and I’m just so damn proud of her. This girl is going to change the fucking world.