Page 23 of Stranded
He shudders and nods. “Understood.”
“I’m going to hurt you, though. Hurt you for hurting my angel.”
Preston’s eyes widen and he looks ready to throw up.
Ivy shakes her head, placing a hand on my arm. “No, there’s no need,” she says. “It’s Christmas. Let him go back home without being humiliated further.” There’s an odd look on her face. “I know what it’s like to live in fear of family expectations.” She looks into Preston’s eyes. “I wish you were open with me. I would have understood if you’d come to me and explained.”
Preston bows his head in shame. “I’m sorry.”
“Answer me one question,” she says.
Preston nods. “Anything.”
“How did you find me here? I never told you the name of the place.”
Preston clears his throat. “Your dad has a tracker on your phone. He gave me your location. With the coordinates, I found this place online.”
Motherfucker.
No one should be able to trace my girl, except for me.
“God my dad can be so overbearing.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I forgive you for it all,” Ivy says, just like that. She really is an angel. If it were me, I’d murder him. I’m thirsty for his blood after what he’s put her through. “Try to find the courage to come clean soon. It’ll eat you alive otherwise.” Ivy looks at me. “Set him free.”
It's insane that my angel can give me an order like that, and I want to obey it. I walk toward him and uncage his dick before releasing his bindings. “You’re free to go. Get dressed, and leave.”
Preston stands up, looking broken and pathetic. He’s not a man in my mind, and not because he wants cock. Many men are as butch as me and love getting fucked in the ass. I’m not ashamed to say I’ve experimented, too, in the past, and it feels good. I just love the feel of a woman.
It’s the way he goes about everything. Hiding in the shadows like a pussy and fucking pussy when he doesn’t want it. It’s selfish. And it hurt Ivy in the process, but I can’t deny I’m glad. Glad that it drove her into my arms.
Once he’s dressed, he heads toward the door. “Enjoy your freedom,” I tell Preston.I turn to Ivy, taking her hand and pulling her to the door. “Come on, let’s enjoy the rest of the evening.”
Ivy nods, allowing me to lead her inside.
“I can’t believe he’s gay,” she says, her voice barely audible as we enter the cold night to return to her cabin. I squeeze her hand in an attempt to offer some comfort.
“It must be a lot to take in,” I admit. “He lied to you and himself for more than six years.”
I feel Ivy shiver and pull her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Shall we both stay in the nice cabin tonight?”
She nods. “Okay, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
I smile as I’m unsure she realizes what's happening between us. She’s mine. There is no escape for her now. I won’t let her leave my side. “Angel, you’re never going to be alone another night in your life, got it?”
Her brow furrows slightly, and her throat bobs. But she gives me a small nod.
We walk toward the cabin, the cold air nipping at our skin. I feel Ivy shiver, and I pull her closer, my arm tightening around her. “I’ve got you,” I whisper, my breath visible in the crisp night air.
Stepping onto the cabin's porch, I open the door for her and follow her inside. The warmth envelops us, a welcome contrast to the biting cold outside.
“Go get changed and I’ll tend to the fire,” I say, pushing her toward the bedroom.
She nods, a small smile creeping onto her face. I watch her as she disappears, my eyes lingering on the doorway long after she’s gone. Sighing, I turn to the fireplace and add logs to the dying embers.
I hear Ivy’s footsteps behind me and turn to see her standing there, wrapped in a piece of lingerie that leaves little to the imagination. The fabric, a shade of midnight black, clings to her stunning curves. It’s adorned with delicate lace patterns that highlight the swell of her breasts and the narrow curve of her waist, the hem ending at the apex of her thighs.
The sight of her in such provocative attire turns me primal.
Her eyes meet mine, a silent invitation as she stands there, bathed in the warm glow of the hearth.