Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(70)

Ivy stares down at me, and I can see she’s warring with herself, but then she leans forward and rests her head on my shoulder. “I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you.” She sighs as she cuddles me, and my heart sores at her confession. Her eyes begin to flutter shut as her body relaxes into mine.

Okay, I think it’s time I get her home.

“Ivy, it’s not bedtime yet. I’ve got to get you home,” I tell her, but then she mumbles something incoherent. So I pick her up and place her feet back on the floor and pull her dress down. One of Ivy’s friends, who I haven’t met yet, hands me her purse. I don’t even bother saying goodbye to the guys because they’re all busy anyway.

“I can’t wait to get you home to ride your dick, big boy,” Ivy says loudly as we step outside into the fresh night air. People walking past giggle at her comment.

I need to get this girl home right now.

Thankfully, a cab turns up quickly. We slide in, and I give him her address. Not ten minutes later, we’re pulling up at her front door. I throw the guy some bills and help sleeping beauty from the car. She mumbles a couple of incoherent things as I open her door. I kick it shut, and throw her purse into the bowl beside the entry as I pull her through the entryway toward the stairs.

Ivy’s like a dead weight against me, and she’s only little. I decide the best way to get her up the stairs without her falling down them is to pick her up. She giggles and squeals, “wee,” throwing her hands in the air as I go up the stairs. I’m going to have fun telling her about this in the morning.

Somehow, I make it to her bedroom and place her softly against her bed when she groans a little. I sit beside her and run my hand against her face taking a moment to really look at her before getting up and refilling her bedside glass with fresh water. Then, I walk around her bathroom trying to locate her makeup wipes to remove her makeup. Eventually, I find them in a drawer and head back into her room.

I take a seat beside her again and gently start wiping off her makeup. It won’t be a great job, but at least it’s something. I know women hate going to bed with makeup on as it’s not good for their skin. Once I’ve been able to remove most of it, I grab her pajamas from the floor and undress her.

“Oh yeah, sexy time,” she mumbles with a smile on her face. I can’t help but laugh as she then falls right back to sleep. Once she’s ready for bed, I quickly get changed, have a shower, and join her. She reaches out to me in her sleep and cuddles into my back.

There’s nowhere else I would rather be.





“Why does my head hurt?” Ivy groans the words out from beside me.

“Not sure what you drank before I got there,” I tell her. “But whatever you drank, it’s coming out in your pores,” I tease.

“Ew!” She scrunches up her nose, jumps out of bed, and heads toward the shower. I chuckle as I pick up my phone and order some breakfast—she’s going to need something to soak up all that alcohol.

“I smell bacon,” Ivy remarks a little while later coming down the stairs. She’s looking refreshed, dressed in a black robe, her blonde hair still wet and thrown up haphazardly on top of her head. Ivy’s face is freshly scrubbed, and all that makeup from last night is now removed, and her skin is flushed pink from the heat of her shower.

“Thought you’d need a good breakfast after last night.” I grin up at her as I start dishing out her breakfast onto a plate.

“Don’t remind me,” she utters while shaking her head, then she immediately covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. “Did I say anything bad?” She tentatively takes a seat at the counter and looks at me through her lashes.

“Other than declaring to the street you wanted to ride my dick! Nope, nothing.” I grin as she groans loudly.

I place the breakfast in front of her, and she sighs. “Pretty sure you would have enjoyed that.”

“Certainly did. Made all the men who were staring at you know exactly who you belong to.” I smirk.

“Belong to?” she questions, raising a brow.

“Not like that,” I reply, knowing how bad what I said sounded. “That you’re with me, and my dick is the only dick you’ll be riding.”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she simply smiles and starts on her breakfast.

As she eats, I start cleaning and once I am finished, I join her on the couch, pulling her against me as she stares at the television not watching anything in particular.

“Thanks for looking after me.” Ivy snuggles into me and sighs.

“Anytime, babe,” I reply, then kiss her temple.

“Liv wanted me to ask if you’d be interested in being my date to her wedding.”

I still at Ivy’s question before I answer, “You want me to be your date?”

“I’m sure you’re busy …” She waves her hand as if it’s no big deal.

“I’m never too busy for you. I’d love to go. Send me the details.”

“You would?” She seems surprised by my answer.

“I get to hang out with you all weekend. So, I’m in …” I say. “I’m also a little curious about this wedding after everything you’ve told me.”

“I’m still hoping for a miracle that it will be called off.”