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IVY
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WHEN I STUMBLE THROUGH my front door, Brian runs up, asking a million questions. I hear none of them as I collapse on the floor and start crying uncontrollably. I cry for over an hour before I can speak again. When I do, I tell Brian he is the worst friend ever on the planet. He picks me up, takes me to my bed, and we lie there while I tell him everything, every detail, and then show him the picture and then cry some more.
I cry myself to sleep, and when I wake up, my heart hurts. But I smell breakfast, so I pull myself out of bed and find Brian cooking all my favorites.
He looks up at me. “One question. Why didn’t you sleep with him? You know it would have been the best sex of your life, right?”
I try to smile. “I have no idea if I will see him again. My heart couldn’t take it.”
“Do you love him?”
The big questions, right? We didn’t say the words, but I felt like there were right there just out of grasp. How much of what I felt was real? Will he really wait for me, or will he earn his playboy reputation and move on?
“How much of what I felt was real? I don’t know.”
He nodded. “Well, I’ve been up all night it doesn’t look like there have been any ripples, so that’s good. It also looks like time moves the same, so while you were on July 24, 1957, it was July 24, 2009, here.” He goes on to talk some more geeky stuff as I try to eat.
“When can I go back?” I finally ask.
“At least six months,” he says, and I fall apart again. “We need to make sure there are no lasting effects. This wasn’t you going back and watching. You interacted with a huge music icon at that time.”
“I know,” I groan. But I have hope now more than I had yesterday. After I eat, I sit down and start reading everything I can on David. I stare at every photo. Then one article pops up, dated three months after I had been there. It’s when he named his house Ivy Hill.
The article says it was named for someone special in his life. He says to that person he still holds every promise he made true, and he misses them every day. The picture of him is in front of the house next to the sign, and he’s looking right into the camera. It’s like he’s looking right at me. I see it on his face; the same look he had when he says he would try to tell me how he felt, I see it in his eyes.
The press took it as someone he lost in life, but I know he means me. I show the article to Brian.
“Holy shit. So your parents named you Ivy after the house because they are huge fans, but he named the house after you?!”
“Yes! Brian! What the hell does this mean?!”
“I don’t have the answers you want, Ivy. We need to just keep pushing forward.”
I print the photo out and frame it next to my bed. No wonder so many women swoon for him. They could look at this photo and think those eyes were for them.
Over the next few months, the more I read on David, the more I find my feelings intensify instead of going away. Seeing him help at a children’s hospital and then an orphanage. When he took a day to pass out food to a group of homeless men and women.
Every now and then, I’ll find a picture taken, and I can see the sad look on his face. The one he hides well when he knows the cameras are there. I know that look because it’s the same one I see when I look in the mirror.
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SEVEN MONTHS LATER
Every day, I woke up, did what I had to do for work, and then spent all my time digging into photos and articles of him. Every night, I’d put on his music and fall asleep to the memories of his hands on my body, that last night we spent together, and that next morning.
On my particularly dark days, I wouldn’t even get out of bed but just kept playing his movies over and over again. I told myself the sound of his voice and the look on his face when he looked at the camera was all for me.
Today is one month to the day before he gets his draft call. Even though I know he will come home alive isn’t helping my nerves or my heart.
Brian got so tired of my moping that he walked into my room last night and packed a bag and didn’t say a word. This morning, he shoved me into the shower and got me dressed in a style of clothes I haven’t seen in seven months but a bit warmer and a jacket. Then he shoved me out the door and told me not to come back for two weeks.
That’s why I’m now standing in a familiar spot I never thought I’d see again. I walk down the street to the familiar newspaper stand. I check the date to be sure and smile. February 23, 1958. Perfect.
I keep walking toward the house that now holds my heart, and I feel myself coming to life with each step I take. When I get there, I take in the changes. For the most part, it looks the same. The gate and fence have been upgraded, and there is a new sign. One that I see every night before I go to bed. The sign with the name Ivy Hill on it. I close my eyes, and I can that photo of him standing next to it in this spot is there.
I pray David is home today, and that he even wants me here. There is a possibility in seven long months that he’s moved on and found someone else or worse, forgotten about me. In all the research I did, I didn’t see one mention of another girl, so I’m hoping against hope that he wants me here.
In the past seven months, all I did was fall more in love with him. I kept my word and listened to every song, watched every movie, and read everything I could. I’ve been obsessed.
The wind picks up, and I wrap my coat around me a bit more and shift my bag on my shoulder. I came a bit more prepared this time.
Crossing the street, I walk up to the speaker and hit the call button. When I hear his deep voice, a shiver runs down my body right to my heart, and tears start running down my face.
“Yes? Who’s there?” he asks.
I can barely get out one word. “Ivy.”
A second later, the gate opens, and I walk through toward the front door. The front door opens, and he stands in the doorway in shock. I can’t tell if it’s good or bad, and if he wants me there, or if I should go home.
I came this far, so I’m not leaving until he kicks me out. I walk up the steps, never taking my eyes off him, and I stand on the front porch in front of him. He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. Closing the door, he backs me up against it, wraps his arms around my waist, and buries his head in my neck.
His tears run down my shoulder, and it triggers my own tears. We stand like that, crying and holding onto each other for dear life for several minutes before he speaks.
“I’ve been looking for you. I hired the best detectives. They had to think I was crazy when there was no trace of you. I started to think I imagined you.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Silly boy, my father won’t even be born for another two years and my mother for another four, so of course, there is no trail of me.” For an instant, I think of my grandparents. They are no longer alive in my time, but they are right now as I breathe. But I can’t go there.
He shakes his head but places his hand on either side of my face and kisses me. It’s desperate, needy, and passionate like the last kiss we shared. Everything I need to know about how he feels is in that kiss. His tongue makes love to my mouth, and the sparks shoot to my down between my thighs.
His hand moves to the back of my head and tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer while his other hand moves down my back and grabs my ass. He presses into me further, and I feel how hard he is for me. I grind just slightly against him.
“Ivy,” he moans, and it almost sounds like a prayer. His other hand moves to my ass and pulls me up just a bit. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pins me to the door and starts kissing down my jaw and to my neck. He nips and licks his way to my pulse point where he nips me good, causing me to moan.
I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers into his hair, trying to get closer even though there isn’t an inch of space between us.
In the distance, there is a sound of a door closing, and then someone clears their throat. I break the kiss and look up to an older gentleman standing there. Reluctantly, David lowers me to the ground. My knees are weak, but he keeps a strong grip on my hips.
He gives me another short gentle kiss before turning me around in front of him to face the older gentleman. With how weak my knees are, I can’t help but lean back against David’s chest and his hard cock presses into my lower back. With his hands still on my hips holding me in place, he speaks.
“Ivy, this is my dad. Dad, this is my Ivy.”
The older man takes me in but says nothing.
“So nice to meet you, Mr. Miller,” I say, shaking his hand a bit hesitantly.
“Nice to finally meet you too. My son has talked about you nonstop since we moved in. You can call me James.”
I look over at David, and he wraps his arms around my waist and leans down to whisper in my ear. “I built a guest house at the back of the property for Mom and Dad, and they moved in about three months ago.”
I smile at him. That’s so David.
“Your mother is going to be so excited to meet her,” James says to David. Then he looks at me. “My wife is very much a hound with a bone. She will want to know every detail about you. David doesn’t let people into his inner circle often,” he says as he tilts his head to the side and studies my face.
“Dad, we will see you at dinner, but I’m asking you two to leave us to catch up until then. We haven’t seen each other in seven months. Also, while she is here, please don’t just walk in. I won’t be responsible for what you might see.”
I must blush ten shades of red because his dad chuckles, and David leans down to kiss my neck again.
His dad nods. “I’ll take your mother out for the day and let her know.” He turns to me. “I look forward to chatting more at dinner, Ivy,” he says before turning and walking out of the house.
In one swoop, David picks me up and carries me bridal style up the stairs.
“I want to know everything I missed, every detail, but I need you in our bed beautiful, where you belong,” he says as he carries me up the stairs.
We get to his room, and he sets me down, then he takes my bag and sets it on the dresser, then removes my coat and shoes. He removes his shoes, then climbs into bed under the covers with me and pulls me against him tight. It’s like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
We are quiet for several minutes. “I named the house Ivy Hill after you.”
I smile. “I know.” And he chuckles. “Want to hear something funny?” I ask.
“I want to hear everything.” The butterflies I haven’t felt in seven months are in full force in my stomach, and my heart that hasn’t beaten in seven months is making up for the lost time.
“My parents grew up listening to your music and were huge fans. They named me Ivy after your house.” I can’t help but laugh.
“Wait... but—”
I interrupt him. “Brian can’t figure it out, either. He has a few theories but won’t share them, so I just leave him to it. He’s spent the past seven months with me. I wasn’t much company, so I’m pretty sure he’s working his butt off to figure it out just to get me back. Now that I’m here, I feel bad for how I treated him.”
Another moment of silence passes, and I speak again. “I did what you asked and brought some stuff with me and a bunch of photos.”
His face lights up. “Show me.” He sits up. I grab my bag and sit next to him.
First, I pull out my wallet and show him my driver’s license with my birthday on it. He stares at it, then back at me. “I still can’t wrap my head around all this,” he says.
I smile and kiss him. He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. He is hard for me, and I rub against his cock, and he groans into the kiss.
“I’ve missed you so damn much. It’s like half of me has been missing, and I’ve been walking around living my life, but it feels like it’s not me. Then you walk in that door, and I’m instantly whole again. You are here in my arms, and I’m me again.” He kisses me again.
I deepen this kiss. This is the kiss I thought I’d never get the chance to feel again. The kiss that haunted my dreams and would cause me to wake up out of breath, reaching for him, thinking it was real.
I grind against him, needing the friction.
He breaks the kiss. “How long can you stay this time?” he asks breathlessly.
“Same as last time, ten days.”
“I’m not holding back this time. I plan to make you mine in every way starting now.”
He flips me on to my back and starts pulling off my pants and underwear before I know what’s going on. Next, my shirt and bra disappear, and I’m on the bed naked while he stands next to the bed and just stares down at me.
“You are even more beautiful than I remember, and I remembered you every day, my body remembered you every night, and my heart remembered every second you were gone,” he says. “I missed your smell, like roses and fresh rain. I’d get a whiff of this smell in a crowd and spin around, looking for you, only to realize it was my mind craving you. My security team must think I’m crazy.”
I tear up and reach a hand to him. “You have too many clothes on,” I say. He moves instantly, removing everything before standing before me completely naked.
He then crawls on top of me, and his mouth is between my legs, and he’s licking me like a starved man.
“I missed this taste.” He licks me again. He pushes my legs even farther apart, and he latches on to my clit, and in seconds, I’m tumbling over the edge, screaming his name, but he doesn’t let up. He thrusts a finger inside me and strokes me a few times before he adds a second finger and starts stretching me out.
He finger fucks me while sucking on my clit. He reads my body and seems to know exactly when to speed up and when to slow down to draw my climax out of me. I climax so hard a second time before he starts kissing his way up my body. He gets to my neck, then kisses me, and I can still taste myself on him.
He places the head of his cock at my soaked opening, and he braces himself above me with his elbows on either side of my head. He kisses me lightly and slowly but doesn’t move.
“Beautiful, I don’t want anything between us. I need you skin to skin. It’s been well over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and I’ve been checked. I will pull out, but I need you with nothing between us.”
The passion is clear in his eyes, and I can feel everything he isn’t saying as he tears up at the end. He needs to help our souls combine and our hearts to meet and become one with every part of our beings.
I nod. “It’s been around two years for me, and I’ve been checked too. But David, I’m not on any birth control... I can explain why later, but just know I’m not.”
There is a bit of confusion on his face, but he nods and leans in to kiss me. “I’ll pull out, but this is us, Ivy. Whatever happens, we are in this together.”
With that, he kisses me and thrusts in hard. He stretches me, and I’ve never felt so full. My back arches off the bed, and my eyes roll back in my head as I scream his name. He wraps his arms around my waist and bury his head in my shoulder and shudder.
He starts to thrust in and out slowly until he’s seated all the way inside me.
“Wrap your legs around me, beautiful.” When I do, he sits up on his knees and pulls me up so that I’m sitting on his lap, never breaking the connection.
We are face-to-face, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He firmly grips my hips and starts thrusting in and out of me in long, slow strokes. He watches every move I make, taking in every sound, and adjusts his thrusting based on what I react to. It feels so good I can’t even concentrate, and the rest of the world fades away.
My nipples brush against the rough patches of hair on his chest, making them tingle and ache. My clit grinds again him every time he thrusts all the way inside me, and the feel of him skin on skin makes the connection so much more powerful.
He pulls out and thrusts in again, picking up speed. I clench my walls around him, causing him to toss his head back and moan. On his next thrust, I clamp down again, and he rolls his head forward again to look me in the eyes. His eyes are hooded, clouded in passion and love.
With another thrust, I clamp down a third time, and he leans me back just enough to take my nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he can.
He lets go with a pop and then leans down to give the nipple a nip. I arch into him, thrusting my chest in his face. He gives the other one the same attention before thrusting into me even harder.
He kisses me again before laying me back down on the bed, and I’m so close. “Harder,” I moan.
“God, you were made for me.” He pounds into me harder and faster. “Your pussy is so tight it's strangling my cock. Never felt anything so good in my life.” He thrusts harder. “Love how those breasts bounce every time I slam into you. I need you to come, baby.”
He reaches around and pinches my clit, and it sends me over the edge to the most intense climax of my life. I black out, gasping for air, and my back arches, and I clamp down on his cock. He slams into me a few more times before pulling out, and his hot cum lands on my belly. I look down to see him stroking himself with his eyes staring down at my pussy, which is still spasming, trying to find him again.
When he’s done coming, he looks me in the eyes, and without breaking eye contact, I take my finger and scoop up some of his cum and bring it to my mouth and suck it off my finger.
“Ivy,” he moans as more cum leaks from his cock on to my belly. He leans down and takes his hand and rubs his come onto my breasts and into my belly and all the way up to my neck. He rubs it all into my skin.
“I look good on you, beautiful. I don’t think a day will go by where my come won’t be soaked into your skin.” He leans down and kisses me before collapsing beside me on the bed and pulling me next to him.
I catch my breath, then lean up on my elbow to look down at him. I rub my hand over his chest, playing with his nipples. I lightly pull at one, and his whole body shudders, and I watch as his cock gets hard all over again.
“On the nights when it hurt the most, do you know what I would think of?” I ask. He looks over at me with a sad expression on his face.
“What would you think of, beautiful?”
“That last morning in the shower. Every time I would shower, I’d feel your arms around me and your head on my shoulder. The first time you truly let your guard down, and you were vulnerable around me. I knew you had been crying, and while it broke my heart, that moment healed me in a way I could never explain. It was a simple way to show you felt the same way I did.” I let my hand trace his abs while I kept looking at him.
“I wanted so bad to make love to you in that shower, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away if I did. So when the nights got hard and dark, I’d imagine what it would have been like if I had let you bend me over and take me in the shower.” Another shudder wracks his body. “What if you had slammed me up against the shower wall and taken me right then?”
I trail my hand down and rub the come leaking from the head of his cock down his shaft before I get out of bed. I walk to the bathroom door before I look back over my shoulder at him. His eyes are on me just as I knew they would be.
“Baby, I don’t want to wonder what if anymore.” I walk to the shower and turn it on.
