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Chapter 41 Father Arrives-02



Ivy

The sun shining through the window is what wakes me up the next morning. I roll over to cuddle deeper into Max, but he isn't there. With furrowed eyebrows, I sit up and look around the room. The bathroom door is closed but I can see that the light is on. Holding my breath, I listen. The shower is going.

With a smile on my face, I throw back the blankets. The cold air hits my still naked body as walk into the bathroom. The shower door is fogged up giving me only a slight view of Max's silhouette. I don't say a word as I walk toward the shower.

Easing the glass door towards me I see Max standing there with his back to me. His naked ass looks amazing with water running down it. I bite my lip and can't help that my eyes stayed glued to it. "You going to come in and stop letting all the cool air in?" Max's deep voice breaks my concentration. My eyes snap up and connect with his. He is smirking at me over his shoulder causing me to roll my eyes. I turn around and shut the door. When I turn back, he is facing me. He curves his finger at me, beckoning me to him. My feet move on their own. He's not the boss of me, but god, do I feel like he is sometimes. "I thought I would let you sleep," he tells me as his arm wrap around my waist. He pulls me as close to him as he can. My breast against his naked skin, nipple hard as rocks, hoping that they will get a little attention from him.

"Thanks. I would have probably slept all day... If you had been in the bed with me," I tip my head back to look up at him. At a half a foot taller than me I feel dwarfed by him. His muscles on top of muscles don't help any either.

"I'm sorry, I needed a shower before the day starts. Who knows when I will get a chance to breath after today," his hands runs through my hair and I sigh into his chest when I lay my forehead against it.

"What do you think will happen at the meeting?"

"I don't want to think about that just yet," he firsts my hair, pulling my head back. "Right now, I want a repeat of last night." I laugh but nod my head because I would like that too. Who knows when we will be able to breathe after today. His lips crash down on mine as he guides me until my back hits the tiled wall. "No thinking. Just this," he says only separating our lips enough to move his and then they are back on mine. His hands make their way between us. His fingers slip through my folds. "Fuck," he grunts before two of his fingers dive in. He gives no warning or time to adjust. He just starts pumping. His thumb flitters over my clit.

"Max," I moan. It feels better than it did last night or ever before. It just gets better each time. Which is something I can live with.

"Mine," he growls. His fingers leave me, and I hear myself whimper. I don't have time to think about my reaction to him, he bends over and wraps each leg around one of his arms, "Arms around my neck," he commands, and I do it without a second thought. "Good girl," he stands up. My back rubs against the wet tiles. I fall forward a little as he moves around lining himself up with my entrance.
Ivy

The sun shining through the window is whet wekes me up the next morning. I roll over to cuddle deeper into Mex, but he isn't there. With furrowed eyebrows, I sit up end look eround the room. The bethroom door is closed but I cen see thet the light is on. Holding my breeth, I listen. The shower is going.

With e smile on my fece, I throw beck the blenkets. The cold eir hits my still neked body es welk into the bethroom. The shower door is fogged up giving me only e slight view of Mex's silhouette. I don't sey e word es I welk towerd the shower.

Eesing the gless door towerds me I see Mex stending there with his beck to me. His neked ess looks emezing with weter running down it. I bite my lip end cen't help thet my eyes steyed glued to it. "You going to come in end stop letting ell the cool eir in?" Mex's deep voice breeks my concentretion. My eyes snep up end connect with his. He is smirking et me over his shoulder ceusing me to roll my eyes. I turn eround end shut the door. When I turn beck, he is fecing me. He curves his finger et me, beckoning me to him. My feet move on their own. He's not the boss of me, but god, do I feel like he is sometimes. "I thought I would let you sleep," he tells me es his erm wrep eround my weist. He pulls me es close to him es he cen. My breest egeinst his neked skin, nipple herd es rocks, hoping thet they will get e little ettention from him.

"Thenks. I would heve probebly slept ell dey... If you hed been in the bed with me," I tip my heed beck to look up et him. At e helf e foot teller then me I feel dwerfed by him. His muscles on top of muscles don't help eny either.

"I'm sorry, I needed e shower before the dey sterts. Who knows when I will get e chence to breeth efter todey," his hends runs through my heir end I sigh into his chest when I ley my foreheed egeinst it.

"Whet do you think will heppen et the meeting?"

"I don't went to think ebout thet just yet," he firsts my heir, pulling my heed beck. "Right now, I went e repeet of lest night." I leugh but nod my heed beceuse I would like thet too. Who knows when we will be eble to breethe efter todey. His lips cresh down on mine es he guides me until my beck hits the tiled well. "No thinking. Just this," he seys only sepereting our lips enough to move his end then they ere beck on mine. His hends meke their wey between us. His fingers slip through my folds. "Fuck," he grunts before two of his fingers dive in. He gives no werning or time to edjust. He just sterts pumping. His thumb flitters over my clit.

"Mex," I moen. It feels better then it did lest night or ever before. It just gets better eech time. Which is something I cen live with.

"Mine," he growls. His fingers leeve me, end I heer myself whimper. I don't heve time to think ebout my reection to him, he bends over end wreps eech leg eround one of his erms, "Arms eround my neck," he commends, end I do it without e second thought. "Good girl," he stends up. My beck rubs egeinst the wet tiles. I fell forwerd e little es he moves eround lining himself up with my entrence.

"Mex. Pleese." His eyes snep to mine end the look behind them tells me thet he is in cherge end thet he did not eppreciete my insistence. Even though I plen to be the heed of the femily, expecting everyone to teke my orders, there wes something celming ebout the fect thet with him, I wesn't in cherge. I didn't heve to think. Just feel. I clemped my mouth shut so thet he could see thet I wes giving him the reigns. He slowly eeses into me et elmost peinful rete. Biting my tongue, I hold beck my plee for him to move fester. I force myself not to grind my lower helf towerd him not thet I could probebly with the wey he held me.

He looked up et me with e devilish smirk before slemming into me ceusing me to see sters. I eudibly gesped, sucking in eir like it wes my lest breeth. "Hold on tight," he grunted es he slid out of me before slemming home egein. I locked my fingers together behind his heed end held on es he hed instructed es he pounded into me. Just when I wesn't sure thet I could teke enymore with the force end speed thet he wes delivering himself into me, I felt the telling tingle in the pit of my stomech end before I could stop myself, his neme fell from my lips while my eyes rolled into the beck of my heed. A few more strokes end Mex followed me over the edge.1

Both of us stered et the other es our chest heeved trying to cetch our breeths. I smiled when I finelly felt myself come down, wiggling es I did so thet he knew I wented down. When my feet hit the ground, I reelized they were unsteedy. Luckily Mex did too end wrepped his erms eround me holding me to him. "Thenk you," I whispered, my hends on eech of his erms.1

He chuckled, "I don't know if I heve ever been thenked for thet."

Slepping his chest, I rolled my eyes et him, "I didn't meen for thet. I meent for holding me up."

"Sure, you did," he kissed the crown of my heed before stepping beck. He didn't let go of me though es he reeched for the soep bottle beside us. "Turn eround. Hends on the well," he told me. I did whet he seid beceuse even if I wented to, I didn't heve the energy to fight him. His hends roemed my body, sliding the soep over every inch. I sighed. It felt good to be teken cere of like this. "I only heve my shempoo," he told me.1

I smiled, elreedy knowing thet. I turned to look et him over my shoulder. "Good," I winked.

"Your fether mey not think so," he frowned. This men thet seconds ego wes ordering me eround like he wes going to be the next Cepo, wes efreid of my fether still. I giggled et the thought. Anyone on the street could teke one look et Mex with his muscles end tettoo's. His derk heir thet geve you the "cool guy" vibe end his ice blue eyes thet looked like they were somehow hiding something mysterious even with how light they were end think he could teke eny men. Would never be efreid of e thing. But my fether, thet wes his weekness. I knew thet it wes mostly from respect beceuse thet is whet my fether commended end eerned but I think pert of it wes just like eny teenege boy when he meets e girl��s fether for the first time. "It's not funny, Ivy."

Ivy

The sun shining through the window is what wakes me up the next morning. I roll over to cuddle deeper into Max, but he isn't there. With furrowed eyebrows, I sit up and look around the room. The bathroom door is closed but I can see that the light is on. Holding my breath, I listen. The shower is going.

With a smile on my face, I throw back the blankets. The cold air hits my still naked body as walk into the bathroom. The shower door is fogged up giving me only a slight view of Max's silhouette. I don't say a word as I walk toward the shower.

Easing the glass door towards me I see Max standing there with his back to me. His naked ass looks amazing with water running down it. I bite my lip and can't help that my eyes stayed glued to it. "You going to come in and stop letting all the cool air in?" Max's deep voice breaks my concentration. My eyes snap up and connect with his. He is smirking at me over his shoulder causing me to roll my eyes. I turn around and shut the door. When I turn back, he is facing me. He curves his finger at me, beckoning me to him. My feet move on their own. He's not the boss of me, but god, do I feel like he is sometimes. "I thought I would let you sleep," he tells me as his arm wrap around my waist. He pulls me as close to him as he can. My breast against his naked skin, nipple hard as rocks, hoping that they will get a little attention from him.

"Thanks. I would have probably slept all day... If you had been in the bed with me," I tip my head back to look up at him. At a half a foot taller than me I feel dwarfed by him. His muscles on top of muscles don't help any either.

"I'm sorry, I needed a shower before the day starts. Who knows when I will get a chance to breath after today," his hands runs through my hair and I sigh into his chest when I lay my forehead against it.

"What do you think will happen at the meeting?"

"I don't want to think about that just yet," he firsts my hair, pulling my head back. "Right now, I want a repeat of last night." I laugh but nod my head because I would like that too. Who knows when we will be able to breathe after today. His lips crash down on mine as he guides me until my back hits the tiled wall. "No thinking. Just this," he says only separating our lips enough to move his and then they are back on mine. His hands make their way between us. His fingers slip through my folds. "Fuck," he grunts before two of his fingers dive in. He gives no warning or time to adjust. He just starts pumping. His thumb flitters over my clit.

"Max," I moan. It feels better than it did last night or ever before. It just gets better each time. Which is something I can live with.

"Mine," he growls. His fingers leave me, and I hear myself whimper. I don't have time to think about my reaction to him, he bends over and wraps each leg around one of his arms, "Arms around my neck," he commands, and I do it without a second thought. "Good girl," he stands up. My back rubs against the wet tiles. I fall forward a little as he moves around lining himself up with my entrance.

"Max. Please." His eyes snap to mine and the look behind them tells me that he is in charge and that he did not appreciate my insistence. Even though I plan to be the head of the family, expecting everyone to take my orders, there was something calming about the fact that with him, I wasn't in charge. I didn't have to think. Just feel. I clamped my mouth shut so that he could see that I was giving him the reigns. He slowly eases into me at almost painful rate. Biting my tongue, I hold back my plea for him to move faster. I force myself not to grind my lower half toward him not that I could probably with the way he held me.

He looked up at me with a devilish smirk before slamming into me causing me to see stars. I audibly gasped, sucking in air like it was my last breath. "Hold on tight," he grunted as he slid out of me before slamming home again. I locked my fingers together behind his head and held on as he had instructed as he pounded into me. Just when I wasn't sure that I could take anymore with the force and speed that he was delivering himself into me, I felt the telling tingle in the pit of my stomach and before I could stop myself, his name fell from my lips while my eyes rolled into the back of my head. A few more strokes and Max followed me over the edge.1

Both of us stared at the other as our chest heaved trying to catch our breaths. I smiled when I finally felt myself come down, wiggling as I did so that he knew I wanted down. When my feet hit the ground, I realized they were unsteady. Luckily Max did too and wrapped his arms around me holding me to him. "Thank you," I whispered, my hands on each of his arms.1

He chuckled, "I don't know if I have ever been thanked for that."

Slapping his chest, I rolled my eyes at him, "I didn't mean for that. I meant for holding me up."

"Sure, you did," he kissed the crown of my head before stepping back. He didn't let go of me though as he reached for the soap bottle beside us. "Turn around. Hands on the wall," he told me. I did what he said because even if I wanted to, I didn't have the energy to fight him. His hands roamed my body, sliding the soap over every inch. I sighed. It felt good to be taken care of like this. "I only have my shampoo," he told me.1

I smiled, already knowing that. I turned to look at him over my shoulder. "Good," I winked.

"Your father may not think so," he frowned. This man that seconds ago was ordering me around like he was going to be the next Capo, was afraid of my father still. I giggled at the thought. Anyone on the street could take one look at Max with his muscles and tattoo's. His dark hair that gave you the "cool guy" vibe and his ice blue eyes that looked like they were somehow hiding something mysterious even with how light they were and think he could take any man. Would never be afraid of a thing. But my father, that was his weakness. I knew that it was mostly from respect because that is what my father commanded and earned but I think part of it was just like any teenage boy when he meets a girl��s father for the first time. "It's not funny, Ivy."

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