Rocked & Romanced, page 53
“I know, Dad. In time, I’ll prove it to you, but I need you to trust me. I know that’s asking a lot, but I promise when we can explain, it will all make sense.”
John nods. We continue eating lunch with my mom asking odd questions like what happens to certain stars and what certain things are. She asks Ivy questions about things said and done since she has been at Ivy Hill. She even asks her some of the same questions, and I know it’s to see if Ivy is consistent in her answers. She did this to me as a kid a lot too.
Once we finish lunch and the table is cleared, Ivy says, “Well, since we are all here, we need to discuss the prenup with you and Anna.”
I nod, and my mom gets up to get a pen and paper for me. “I will go talk to my lawyer first thing tomorrow,” I say.
“Okay, here is how this is going to work. She can stay here at Ivy Hill until the baby is born. This way, your parents can help watch her and make sure she is staying healthy and off drugs while pregnant. From everything I’ve read, she does, but we can’t be too careful.” I agree and so do my parents.
“Once the baby is born, and she gets the all-clear from the doctor in six weeks, you will buy her a house over in Memphis. Not a mansion but just a slightly larger than normal three-bedroom home with a good yard. You buy it, but it’s to be in her name. She moves in there and gets that in the divorce. She will get child support and alimony. Child support will stop on the day of your son’s eighteenth birthday, and you will set up a trust fund for him for when he is twenty-one and graduates from college,” she says.
I don’t even flinch at the number she gives me because there is no question that I will take care of my son. I continue taking notes.
“She will get a lump sum plus child support and alimony. Any adultery will cause her to waive her right to any and all income and property at the time of divorce.”
Ivy pauses and stares off into the distance. “There needs to be a clause that she gives up any and all rights to Ivy Hill and all income Ivy Hill generates in the future, and that clause needs to include when it’s passed down to your son. We won’t talk about your will now, but all that will go to your son in a trust John will manage. This might sound petty, but I don’t want her redecorating here. It’s just…” Ivy looks at me.
“Our space.” I finish for her, and she nods.
After we talk a bit more about the prenup and wedding, my parents head back to the cottage, and I take Ivy upstairs.
She looks at me a bit funny when she sees all the locks on our door but walks over to the photo on the nightstand and just stares at them.
I come behind her, and she says, “Kind of sucks these are going to get packed up.”
“Like hell, woman, did you see the locks on that door? She is not stepping foot in this room.” I grab her hand and pull her down the hall to the other end of the house and show her a room half the size of mine that also has an attached bath. Anna has already started to decorate it. I think she thinks I will be staying here too. She is so wrong.
“This will be her room while she is here, and I will not even touch her in this house. This is our place and ours alone. All the stuff will remain where it is in our room, your stuff mixed with mine, though I plan to take some of your stuff to California with me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, I bet she’ll love that.”
“I don’t care. This marriage is only happening because history says so and because you say so. Because of the lies Anna told and the threats her father made. I’ve told Anna as much, but she thinks the more time she spends with me, the more I’ll fall in love with her.” It was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Don’t you go falling for her now, David Miller. It would break my heart.”
“Don’t even talk like that,” I growl. I grab her waist and toss her down on the bed, and in a flash, I have my cock out, and her skirt flipped up. I rip her panties out of my way and line my cock up with her soaked opening. I slam home and lean my weight on her, pinning her to the bed.
“You have my heart,” thrust “my soul,” thrust, “you own me, sweet Ivy,” thrust “don’t ever doubt that.” I hear her moan and try to arch her hips to meet my thrusts, but she can't move since I have her pinned to the bed.
“God, beautiful, I missed you. If you think you are wearing clothes for the next two weeks, you have lost your mind.”
“David,” she moans. She is close, and I feel it. We both have all our clothes on, but we need this quick fuck to calm this need. To reconnect our souls so we can talk. I felt a wall between us, and I can't have that.
Her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise, and her warm, slick heat is almost more than I can take. I’m so close that when she comes undone screaming my name and digging her nails into my back, her release triggers mine, and I come inside her. I come so hard I fill her up, and it leaks down between us on to the bed. I bury my head in Ivy's neck and smile at the thought of our combined juices soaking what will be Anna’s bed. I don’t think I’ll have this room washed. We will leave it just as it is.
When I regain my strength, I sit up and tuck myself back in and flip her skirt down. I pick up her ripped panties and grab her hand. This time, she’s the one who rubs her thumb over my ring.
“In case you’re wondering, I won't be removing that either,” I say as we walk down the hall. “I’ll tell anyone who asks it’s a promise I made, and I will keep, and it doesn’t come off.”
When we get to our room, I point at the locks. “I installed these to keep her out of our space. I’ve instructed the house staff and her security that she isn’t to go near this room. I will also tell her if she tries to get in, she will be kicked out of Ivy Hill on the spot.”
Ivy nods as we head into our room. Once inside, I close and lock the door and walk over to her. I run my hand over her new curves.
So much has changed in a year. What’s it going to be like for the next four years? How much am I going to miss?
“Your body has changed,” I say. She stiffens, but I continue before she tries to talk. “I love these new curves, beautiful. I can’t wait to get my hands on them.”
My hands slide up under her shirt, and she pulls away. We can't have that.
“When I got home, I got a bit depressed. Pair that with the research I helped Brian with and eating a ton of ice cream, and I put on some weight. I lost most of it, and I promise, the next time you see me, I’ll have my body back.”
I growl and grab her hips and yank her toward me. “You will do no such thing. I love these new curves, and I love you. As we grow, our bodies and our hair color will change, but what I love about you will not because I love your heart, your mind, and your soul. To me, you will always be beautiful.”
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I look her in the eyes as I pull it over her head slowly. I take off her skirt and stand back to look at her. Her breasts are bigger by at least a cup size, and she has some stretch marks near her belly and hips, and my cock is leaking from just staring at her.
Staying where I am, I strip off all my clothes and grab my cock slick with my own cum. It's red and angry because it only wants to be between her legs.
“You see this? You did this; your body is so fucking sexy. Remember our wedding night when I came in my pants just from looking at you? I almost did the same thing just now while staring at your sexy curves. Do you understand me? You are fucking beautiful.”
She has tears in her eyes and nods her head. I lay her on the bed and kiss her hard. Then I kiss down her neck and down the valley of her breasts.
I take the nipple of one into my mouth and lick and suck it hard, then give it a little nip before I lean over to give the other one the same treatment.
I kiss her down to her belly, and I take my time and kiss every stretch mark. I kiss my way down to her hips. Shouldering her legs apart, I kiss my way over her mound down to her clit where I latch on and suck hard. That is all it takes for her to shatter around me. Her thighs lock around my head, holding me in place as I lick up her warm honey. When she relaxes, I don’t stop, and I force another orgasm from her before kissing my way back up her body.
“Do you believe me now, beautiful, or do I need to do that all over again?”
“I believe you, David, but if you don’t get inside me now, I might die.”
“Well, we can't have that,” I murmur against her neck, and in the next moment, I thrust into her.
I know I won't last long after hearing her climax with my head between her legs and getting no relief for my cock. I grit my teeth and angle my hips to hit her G-spot on each thrust. I’m deep in my woman, and all I can think about is staying here for the rest of my life and never leaving. I want to fill her up over and over again.
She is letting out the sexiest moans, and I lean down to suck her nipple into my mouth. After a few more thrusts, I move to the other nipple, and then her walls start clamping down on me. God, it feels like heaven, and I watch her fall over the edge. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. And that sound of her coming is one I hear every night in my dreams. It sets off my climax before I collapse on her. When I finally stop coming, I roll over to my side.
“I have a favor to ask you. Something I want to do while I’m here.”
Well, now she has my attention because she knows I’ll give her anything.
Chapter 18
Ivy
After that round of lovemaking, there is no doubt left in my mind that he loves my new curves. I feel guilty about lying and not telling David about Adam, but I know in my heart it’s for the best. It would only make these next four years even worse for him.
“What do you want to do, beautiful?” he asks me while rubbing his hand over my belly and hips, tracing the stretch marks. There aren’t too many. I put on minimal weight and exercised like crazy during my pregnancy and after. I used lotion and stretch mark cream religiously.
“I want to see you perform at a concert. I’ve seen some videos, but I want to see the real thing.”
“Done. I’ll talk to my manager in the morning. I have to talk to my lawyer anyway, so I’ll head out and take care of that tomorrow morning. You stay here with Mom and Dad, and after the concert, I plan to take you to a cabin I bought in the mountains for a week. I’ll tell Anna I have to work, and you are going home. She comes here way too often for my liking.”
He does just that. The next morning, he is gone for a few hours and comes home and insisted I fill him in on everything he missed over the last year. We stay in the TV room, and I tell him about Brian and Kevin’s wedding and them agreeing to stay with me, the remodel of the basement, and our hunt to find a way to bring him to me and cover up his death.
“Oh, and to give us both a light at the end of the tunnel,” I say. “September 11, 1965, is when your divorce will be final, and I will be here.”
Then we hear a bunch of doors slamming and footsteps stomping down to the TV room. David tenses, and I have a feeling it’s Anna. “You shouldn’t be scared in your own house,” I whisper.
Anna appears and doesn’t hide the rage on her face when she sees me. “You went through with the prenup?!” she says to David.
“Yes, you will learn I mean everything I say, especially since my gut tells me you and your family are nothing but a bunch of gold diggers.”
She has the audacity to look like she’s been slapped.
“The day after tomorrow, I have a last-minute show here in town, and then I have to go away on business for a few days, few meetings to take,” he tells her.
“So close to the wedding?” she whines. God, I can’t stand this girl. I want to grab David and run away with him. I can’t help but feel I am causing this pain, and not for the first time, thoughts run through my head of what if I changed history. But I know in my heart I can’t. So much would change and not for the better.
“Yes, the world and my career don’t stop because of you. Now, I have company. I will call you when I get home from my trip, so I suggest you have the prenup signed and filed by then. I don’t wish to see you until you do.”
Her eyes water, and she runs out of the room. We sit still and listen to her leave the house.
“I don’t even feel bad about what we did to her bed,” I say, then I climb over to him, and we do the same thing on the couch.
It’s the day of the concert, and he says he has a surprise for me, and I can’t wait. He says the show is almost sold out, which is crazy for how little notice they gave. We get there, and he takes me backstage. I meet his manager, and he introduces me as simply his family. It’s true, and no one needs to know the details. He sets me up with a member of his security team and a chair at the side of the stage so I can watch him play.
Just before the show, he comes over and kisses me.
“Now, I want the full experience. Don’t you hold back, you hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gives me a devilish smile.
He goes out and sings three of his more upbeat songs, then he dedicates one to me. But he does it in a way his fans could think he’s talking about his soon-to-be wife by saying it’s for the woman he loves and holds his heart. Yet he looks right at me when he says it.
After that song, he says he has a surprise, and if I hadn’t been sitting down, I might have fallen out of my chair when Johnny and June Cash walk on stage. Well, I guess she is still June Carter right now.
I have tears in my eyes. He remembered. They all sing a few songs before Johnny takes the stage on his own for a few songs.
When the show is over, I get to hang out backstage with Johnny and June and David. If anyone understands that the road to love is a difficult one, it’s them, and they don’t judge us for what is currently going on. They are fighting their own uphill battle.
I have to be careful about the questions I ask to make sure they are in line with the year, but it was great to talk with them.
After a few hours, David whisks me off to his cabin, but when we get there, I stand in open-mouthed shock.
“This is not your cabin.”
“Yes, it is. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“This is the cabin Brian and Kevin bought and spent their honeymoon in!!!”
“No way.” He looks at me with wide eyes.
All I can do is laugh; it’s just another sign that fate brought us here. If only fate could take care of Anna, then life would be perfect.
For the next week, we don’t leave the cabin other than for our nightly walks down to the stream at the far end of the property.
Our last night here on our walk, our talk turns serious. “You know what you are asking of me is unfair,” David says.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well, you asking me to be unfaithful to you while you get to remain faithful.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I think you might be the only man ever who is upset your wife is giving you permission to be with another woman. Four years is a long time, and I won’t be upset if any of the rumors of women you are with are true. Just be honest and tell me which ones are.”
He looks upset. “I will not be sleeping with anyone except Anna, and I plan to do that only once.”
We walk a bit in silence. “Do you plan on dating over these four years?” he asks quietly.
“No, believe me, I understand your statement of the thought of it makes you sick. Just, I know I sound like a broken record, but no drugs, please. Brian’s and my plan is contingent on that, okay?”
“I promise, beautiful. I will not break any promise I have made you, ever!” He pulls me to him in a fierce and passionate kiss.
That night, we make love so sweet we both cry, then he takes me so hard and rough, saying he wants me to feel him between my thighs for days. He doesn’t let me sleep. Anytime one of us gets tired, he slams into me again. We both get a few hours of sleep before waking up to our ritual shower.
Before we get in the car, I hand him a stack of letters.
“Don’t open these until the date on each envelope. This is my way of being there for different events in your life, okay?”
“I promise, I also plan to write to you every day.”
“So do I. I will keep a journal, and I want to know everything. Every detail. And I’ll do the same.”
We sit next to each other in the car holding hands on our way to the stones.
Walking through them this time will be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
Four years and counting.
Chapter 19
Ivy
Four Weeks Later
All I can hear is that Britney Spears’ song “Oops, I did it again…” going in my head. Yeah, another stick with another positive sign. I sigh. I get another piece of my David, and he gets something else to be mad at me about.
“Girl, you just need to get on birth control next time you go see him or take some condoms. Jeez!” Brian jokes.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. These two pieces of David are going to get me through the next four years.”
June 21, 2013
David,
I hope you won't hate me, but I found out I’m pregnant again. Yes, again. Our son Adam David is our honeymoon baby born just four months ago, and now coming back just before your wedding, I’m pregnant again.
I have chosen not to tell you because I feel it will make our separation harder, and I’m terrified it may be too hard and drive you to the drugs anyway. That is my greatest fear.
Brian is recording everything, so we will have hours of video for you to watch. I’m really hoping this one is a girl this time.
I love you with all my heart.
Ivy
July 12, 1961
David,
I know yesterday was one of the hardest days of your life. The wedding and the wedding night. I know traditionally I should congratulate you, but I’m sorry I won't.
I hope you will forgive me for putting you through this, and it doesn’t make you resent me or love me any less.
