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  “What was that for?” I smiled.

  “You turned me on when you started arguing with me. I couldn’t get you out of that store fast enough. If you only knew the things I want to do to you right now,” he said.

  I sort of had an idea and I was pretty sure it had to do with that room. He still hadn’t mentioned it to me. Now I was wondering, since we had sex, if he’d take me there.

  We pulled up to the house and Ian and I went our separate ways. I went up to my room and downloaded a bunch of songs on Stephen’s iPod; a majority of them being classical music.

  “Hey,” Ian said as he slowly opened the door and stepped inside the room.

  “Hey. I just finished putting the music on here for Stephen.” I smiled.

  “Come here.”

  I pushed the laptop to the side and walked over to Ian and right into his arms. “Happy birthday, Rory,” he said as he hugged me.

  He held my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. “I have to go now, but I’ll be back later. Say hi to Stephen for me.”

  “I will, and thank you.” I smiled.

  ****

  I got into my car, punched in the address to Hudson Rock in my GPS, and drove away. I couldn’t help but think of Ian and our past two days together. God, he was amazing and breathtaking. Not only did he steal my love, he stole my soul. I knew I meant something to him. I could tell by the way he touched me. I was completely head over heels for Ian Braxton, and when the time was right, I was going to let him know.

  As I walked through the doors of Hudson Rock, one of the clerks escorted me to the visiting room and handed me a Ziploc bag to put my keys in. She asked what was in the bag and I told her it was an iPod for Stephen. She nodded her head and let me through the door. Stephen saw me and a huge smile splayed across his face. I walked over to where he was standing and wrapped my arms around him.

  “Happy Birthday, Rory,” he said.

  “Happy Birthday, Stephen. Let me look at you,” I said as I broke our embrace. “You look good, really good.”

  “Thanks, sis. I’m starting to feel better. Come on; let’s go outside.”

  Stephen led me outside to a large courtyard that was off to the side of the visitors’ room. There were two security guards standing watch on each side of the courtyard, which was filled with trees, flowers, and small wrought-iron tables and chairs.

  “Happy Birthday, Stephen.” I smiled as I handed him the bag.

  “Aw, Rory, you shouldn’t have done that.”

  “Just open it. I think you’ll like it.”

  Stephen took the tissue paper out of the bag and pulled out the box that held his iPod. The smile on his face was pure bliss. He looked at me with happiness in his eyes.

  “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe you bought me this.”

  “I put a bunch of your favorite songs on there.”

  He plugged the earphones in, turned on the iPod, and listened as the music started to spill into his ears. Nothing made me happier than seeing my brother like this. He seemed to be calm and content. He was a week into his new medication and in group therapy. I looked at him with a sadness in my eyes. I hated seeing him in this place and I hated not being able to take care of him myself. He was my twin and we had a bond and connection stronger than any other.

  “Don’t be sad, Rory. I’m okay. I’m finally getting the help I should’ve gotten years ago. I don’t want you to worry about me,” he said as he placed his hand on mine. “You’re finally getting the life you deserve. That Ian guy seems to really like you.”

  “We’re friends.” I smiled.

  “Are you spending your birthday with him?”

  “Yeah. We’re going to do something tonight.”

  An announcement came over the speakers that visiting hours were over. We both stood up and I hugged my brother as tightly as I could.

  “Enjoy your music, Stephen.”

  “Happy Birthday, Rory. Thank you,” he said as he kissed my head.

  “I’ll see you next week. Behave yourself.” I smiled.

  He smiled back, and I walked out of the visiting room. When I reached my car, my phone chimed. I pulled it from my purse and there was a text message from Ian.

  “When you get home, I want you to get all dolled up because I’m taking you to dinner. Wear one of the dresses in your closet.”

  I smiled as I read it because I loved the fact that he referred to his house as “home.” Did I finally have a home? Could Ian’s home become mine?

  “I can’t wait,” I replied.

  When I walked through the door, I headed straight for my closet to pick the dress I wanted to wear. I pulled out a beautiful champagne-colored, A-line, strapless dress that was covered in beautiful beads. I tried it on and turned as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was perfect. A little short, but perfect. I laid it down on the bed while I stepped into the shower. I couldn’t wait to see Ian and spend the night with him. My mind kept wondering if he would want me to stay with him in his bedroom. It would only make sense. Why would we stay in separate rooms?

  I decided to curl my hair and pin it all up so it sat on top of my head, with some curls cascading down. I wasn’t sure if I could pull it off, but once I was done, it turned out nice. Once I was done with my makeup, I stepped into my dress and grabbed the champagne-colored peep-toed shoes with four-inch heels. As I took one final look at myself in the full-length mirror, there was a knock on the door.

  “Can I come in?” Ian asked.

  Nervousness started to shoot throughout my body because I didn’t know what Ian would think. I was scared that he wouldn’t like the way I did my hair or he wouldn’t like the dress on me.

  “Yes, you may,” I replied.

  He opened the door and, as he was walking in, he stopped dead in his tracks.

  “Well?” I smiled.

  “You’re—you’re absolutely stunning. Rory, I—”

  “It’s okay, Ian. You don’t have to say anything.”

  He walked over to me, shaking his head as he took my hand and held it up, twirling me around. “You look so beautiful.”

  “Thank you.” I smiled.

  The look in his eyes was one of pure hunger. I could tell he wanted to devour me right on the spot as much as I wanted to devour him in that sexy suit he was wearing. “Jesus Christ, Rory, you have me hard.”

  I let out a soft laugh as I kissed him lightly on the lips.

  “I have something for you,” he said as he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small box. “Happy Birthday.”

  I was elated, but nervous. The last person to give me a birthday present was my mom. I was scared to take it from him.

  “Go ahead, Rory. It’s okay.” He smiled.

  I took the box from his hand and slowly lifted the top. I gasped when I saw what was inside and tears started to fill my eyes.

  “Do you like it?” Ian asked.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said with shaking hands.

  Inside the box was a silver necklace in the shape of a key with a few diamonds on the blade. The bow of the key was a diamond heart with another heart that sat in the middle. It was the most beautiful necklace I’d ever seen. Ian took the box from my hand and removed the necklace. He held it up to me and asked me to turn around so he could put it on me.

  “There,” he said as he turned me around and had me look in the mirror. “It looks beautiful around your neck.”

  I took the key in between my finger and thumb and stared at it. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t have, Ian.”

  “Of course, I should’ve. It’s your birthday and you’re my friend. I always give my friends gifts on their birthdays,” he said as his teeth lightly scraped across my neck. “I’m so hard for you right now, but Joshua is waiting for us, so we better get going.”

  Ian put his hand on the small of my back and we walked down to the limo. Joshua smiled as he opened the door for me. “You look very pretty, Rory.”

  “Thank you, Joshua.” I smile
d.

  “I sure hope that wasn’t you flirting with Miss Sinclair,” Ian spoke.

  “Shut up, Ian.” Joshua smiled.

  We climbed into the back of the limo and headed to the restaurant. Ian put up the privacy window and leaned over, stroking my bare shoulder with his fingers and making the hairs all over my body stand straight up.

  “Am I exciting you by touching you like this?” he asked.

  “Yes, and you know you are.”

  He moved closer and trailed my neck with his lips. His clean shaven scent was alluring and his warm breath on my skin was enough to arouse me. He didn’t have to touch me. I would get wet just by his scent. His fingers trailed down my dress until he reached in between my thighs, where pools of warmth had already started to gather. Slowly, his hand inched up until he reached the edge of my panties.

  “Just how I like it.” He smiled as he gently kissed my lips, referring to how wet I already was for him. “Do you trust me, Rory?” he asked in a whisper.

  “Yes,” I answered reverently.

  “Good, because I’m going to do something to you that will give you great pleasure and I don’t want you to be scared.”

  He didn’t want me to be scared, yet he just scared me with what he said. I didn’t know how to react, but I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I agreed.

  He reached over and grabbed a small ice cube from the ice bucket. I gulped. What was he going to do with that? When he looked at me, he must’ve seen the fear in my eyes.

  “I promise you, sweetheart, you’ll love this. Okay?” he asked.

  I nodded my head as he took the ice cube and put it in his mouth. He sucked on it for a minute and then kissed me. His tongue was so cold and exhilarating as he transferred the ice into my mouth. I could feel it getting smaller as I slipped it back into his mouth. He smiled as he took it and stroked my face.

  “Take your panties off,” he commanded.

  Oh shit. Now, I knew where he was going with that ice cube and suddenly I wasn’t so sure about this anymore. He sensed it when I hesitated.

  “You said you trusted me, and I won’t disappoint you. I promise.”

  I lifted my ass up and took down my panties. Ian drew in a sharp breath when he saw them fall to my ankles. He got down on the floor, lifted my leg, removed my shoes and panties, and put my foot on his shoulder. His hands lifted up my dress so my bare ass was resting against the soft leather. He took the ice cube from his mouth and slowly moved his hand to my aching pussy. When the ice cube touched my clit, I jumped. Ian placed his hand firmly on my leg to hold me in place.

  “It’s only going to feel weird for a few seconds, sweetheart. I promise.”

  He moved the ice cube in small circles around my clit while plunging his finger inside me. A light moan escaped me as Ian watched my face.

  “Are you enjoying this? I can stop if you want me to.”

  “No, don’t stop.”

  My body was in a frenzy and an orgasm was coming. My breathing became rapid as my muscles tightened and Ian pushed me over the edge in exhilaration and until my orgasm was over. He sat back up on the seat and kissed me passionately, letting my body rest for a few minutes. He broke our kiss and grabbed another ice cube. He put it in his mouth and kissed me while injecting two fingers inside me. He waited until the ice cube became smaller and then he got back on the floor, putting his head between my legs. His cold tongue flicked my clit and then his mouth consumed the entire aching area, sucking and tantalizing me. He rubbed the ice cube around my clit before inserting it inside me. His hand was holding me down while the finger on his other hand was inside me and his tongue was circling my clit. The sensation between hot and cold was exhilarating and sending spasms throughout my body.

  “Fuck, the ice cube melted and I need to be inside you. You’re so hot and dripping wet,” he said with a heated breath as he sat up and quickly took down his pants. “Get on top, now!” he commanded.

  I positioned myself on top of him, my knees resting against the back of the seat as I gently slid him inside me. I could feel the melted ice cube, mixed with my juices, pouring out of me and onto him. He grabbed my hips and held me up as he thrust in and out of me at a rapid pace, rocking my body and sending me straight into another orgasm as I rode him back and forth.

  “Christ. Don’t stop, Rory. Keep fucking me, baby, I’m about to come.”

  My body was overcharged as bright lights flashed across my eyes and his pleasure surged inside me. Ian let out several sexy moans before wrapping his arms around me and holding me. I sat there, safe in his arms, as our heart rates began to slow. He pulled back and smiled at me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “No. I’m—”

  “Fantastic?” he chuckled.

  “Yes. Fantastic is a good word.”

  “I told you that you could trust me.”

  “I never doubted you for a second.”

  Ian smiled as I climbed off of him. We cleaned up just in time as Joshua pulled up to the restaurant.

  Chapter 18

  “Look at you. You’re glowing.” Ian smiled as he took a drink of his martini.

  “Can you blame me?” I smiled.

  “No, I can’t.” He chuckled. “How was your visit with Stephen?”

  I picked up my wine glass and swirled the liquid around. “It went good. He really seems to be doing well and he’s optimistic.”

  “What did he think of the iPod?”

  “He loved it.” I smiled. “He was so happy when he saw the classical music on there.”

  The waiter set down our plates of filet mignon and lobster. I had ordered the filet, and Ian had chosen the lobster. I looked at him and smiled as I took a bite.

  “What’s that look for?” he asked.

  “Do you always do that in your limo?”

  “Do what? Fuck women with ice cubes?”

  “Yes.”

  “No, you’re the first,” he said as he held up his fork. “Why do you ask?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I was curious.”

  The ringing of Ian’s phone interrupted us as he pulled it out of his pocket and held his finger up. The conversation only lasted a few seconds with Ian saying “Okay, and thank you.” I assumed it was a business call.

  “Sorry about that,” he said. “Now, back to you wondering if I always fuck women in the back of my limo. Why were you curious?”

  “I don’t know. I just was.”

  I never should have brought it up. But I took comfort in knowing that I was the only woman he’d done that with in the back of his limo. But then again, why me?

  Ian poured some more wine into my glass as he started to speak. “Your plans for tomorrow night with Jordyn and Ollie have been canceled.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I’m throwing you a birthday party tomorrow night and they’ll be at my house.”

  “A party? No, Ian, I’m not comfortable with that. I don’t like to be the center of attention.”

  He chuckled. “You don’t seem to mind it when you’re the center of my attention.”

  I cocked my head and narrowed my eyebrows. “That’s different.”

  “Well, it’s too late. I wanted to do it tonight, but since you’re so stubborn and didn’t bother to mention that it was your birthday, there was no time. I’ve already made the arrangements and the party is scheduled for tomorrow evening at eight. Oh, and by the way, Adalynn is pissed at you for not telling her it was your birthday,” he smirked.

  Just as he said that, my phone chimed with a text from Adalynn.

  “Boo on you for not telling your friend it’s your birthday! Happy Birthday and we need to talk. I want to hear all about your boat trip with Ian. Love you.”

  I smiled as I replied, “We have lots to talk about, lol. Thank you for the birthday wishes. I’ll see you tomorrow at the party. Love you back.”

  “Oh good, he told you. We’ll have to sneak off and have a little girlfriend time. I’m dying
to know what happened.”

  As I looked up from my phone, I noticed Ian staring at me. “It was a text from Adalynn wishing me a happy birthday.”

  We finished up our dinner and walked back to the limo. I would never look at that limo the same again.

  When we walked into the house, it was dark. Ian reached over and flipped the light switch in the foyer. I went to go up the stairs and Ian stopped me.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I was going to put my purse away.”

  “You can do that later. I want you to come into the living room with me.”

  He grabbed my hand, and as we walked into the living room, he turned on one of the lamps. I shrieked when I looked over and saw a beautiful, dark cherry wood baby grand piano sitting in the corner. I covered my hand with my mouth, for I was in complete shock.

  “Are you all right?” Ian laughed.

  I turned my head, hand still covering my mouth, and looked at him. “What? When? Oh my God, Ian.”

  “The necklace symbolizes that you’ll always have a home here and the piano so you’ll always have an escape when you need it.”

  I threw my arms around him and wrapped my legs around his waist. As I crashed my mouth into his, he let out a moan. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I said with each kiss.

  “You’re welcome.” He laughed.

  He held onto me tightly as his hands pushed my dress up above my waist. He looked down and then back up at me with seductive eyes.

  “I’m going to need to fuck you now, right here, in front of the fireplace.”

  “You can fuck me anywhere you want.” I smiled.

  That was all it took for him to let out a low growl and carry me over by the fireplace and lay me down.

  ****

  The next morning, I awoke to a strong arm wrapped tightly around me. I looked at the clock and it was 5:15 a.m. I was a little surprised that Ian brought me to this bedroom instead of his. I carefully lifted his arm and crawled out from underneath. I didn’t want to wake him because he looked so peaceful sleeping, and the alarm was going off in fifteen minutes for our run. I was feeling a little sore down below, compliments of Mr. Ian Braxton.