Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(63)

The sound of helicopter blades rumbles through the house. I look out the window, and a black helicopter is approaching the land in the backyard. After it safely lands, my eyes widen in surprise as my brother steps out with a bag in his hand. The helicopter takes off again.

What’s with this? Nate’s never early.

“Nate’s here, come on,” Mom says excitedly, grabbing my arm and hauling me out of the living room and outside into the cold to greet Nate. Buckley is there first with his nose in my brother’s crotch, and then Mom, who wraps her arms around my brother enthusiastically. I think the champagne has gone to her head, but also Nate never comes home, so I guess it’s a big deal. My brother greets our parents warmly and then he greets me.

“I’ve got some news,” he mumbles into my ear, and I nod in understanding. But we’re going to have to talk about this later as Mom is going to command all of his attention right now. Mom and Dad whisk Nate away to catch up on everything that’s been going on with him and his business.

I head upstairs to Ivy to check in on her. I find her sitting by the rounded window that looks out over the countryside with her phone in her hand, and she looks a million miles away.

“Hey,” I say, the sound of my voice making her jump.

“Sorry, was in my own world there,” she says, looking up at me with a bright smile. I’m glad to see she’s feeling better and everything is okay between the two of us. “It’s so beautiful that I was looking at real estate, imagining what it would be like to have a country home out here. Obviously not as grand as your family’s, of course.”

I take a seat on the other side of her at the window seat and look out over the fields below. How many times have I looked out these windows but never stopped and appreciated the view? I lean back against the wall, suck in a deep breath, and let it out, feeling the weight of the world disappear.

“Did you find anything nice?” I ask.

“Many … but most of the places are out of my price range. I can’t justify paying that much for a weekender just yet.” She chuckles.

“Your business is growing, so reinvesting is probably smarter anyway,” I reply.

“I forget you’re a property guru.” She smiles.

“Why, thank you,” I say, bowing, which makes her giggle. “But in all seriousness, though, if you do ever want to invest in property, let me know, and I’ll be happy to look and check things out with you. I’m sure you’ve seen enough houses to know what’s good and what isn’t, though.”

“If I find something, I’ll let you know,” she says. “Changing the subject … I saw a helicopter arrive earlier.”

“That was Nate … he’s arrived early. Currently, he is being accosted by my parents,” I explain. “Later tonight, I will have to catch up with Nate. He wants to talk to me about something.”

“That’s fine, business comes first.”

“We have a couple of hours to kill before dinner. Got any ideas on how we could possibly entertain ourselves.” I lean forward and grab Ivy, bringing her to me. She lets out a squeal of surprise, dropping her phone onto the windowsill as she straddles me. Thankfully, she’s dressed in a robe after her shower, so we have easy access.

“Alex, we can’t,” she says, looking down at me, her robe falling open exposing her gorgeous full breasts.

“My parents are distracted … these walls are thick. No one will know,” I admit as my hands slide up her bare thighs. A shiver immediately radiates over her body the higher my hands go under her robe. The further my hands travel, the more reactive she is until I reach the apex between her legs. That’s when I realize she’s not wearing any panties. “Are you completely naked under this robe?”

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

“Are you trying to tempt me, Miss Starr?”

“Never,” she answers innocently while biting her bottom lip.

“Are you making me break the rules of my parents’ house?” Ivy’s eyes widen, and she stills a little. “There are no rules,” I whisper with a smirk that has Ivy’s shoulders relaxing.

“You’re going to have to be quiet … I’m not allowed to have girls in my room.” A little role play is always healthy and can be fun.

“I’m only here to help you study, nothing more,” Ivy adds, joining in the game.

“You are as I’m studying the female anatomy.” I look up at her with a smirk before I pull the belt holding her robe together and watch it flutter to the floor. My hands reach out and cup her breasts. “These here are breasts,” I say as my hands give each one a squeeze. “And these here are your nipples.” My finger plucks the sensitive buds, which pulls a hiss from her lips. “Am I right so far?” I ask, and she nods.

Then I lean forward and bring a nipple to my mouth and suck on it while massaging her other breast. Her fingers lace in my hair holding me there as tiny mews fall from her lips.

“Then I heard that if caressed well enough, you should be wet … right here,” I say as my finger slides between her folds. “Ah, looks like they were right,” I declare, raising a brow.

“What else do they say?” she asks, looking down at me.

“That if I do this …” I let my finger slide into her and curl it around, “… that I can make a woman scream.”