All Chapters of Wrecked By My Bully: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

IVYThe next night,I’m absolutely buzzing with anticipation.I told Slate I wanted another date, and if he keeps his promise, he’ll be here soon. I wait in the shadows of the tree outside my house, the night air cool against my hot cheeks. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know that. But I’m helpless against his charm, his manly presence, and his panty-melting good looks.I’ve never snuck out before like this. I’ve never done anything even remotely rebellious. I guess I’ve always been a “daddy’s girl.”Until tonight.My pulse is racing with anticipation. There’s just something about the thrill of sneaking out to hop on the back of Slate’s bike that finally got me to step over the line–break the rules. It’s only been one day since he took me bowling, and all I can think about is that kiss…How tall he is compared to me. The way I have to look up at that Adonis face and those blazing blue eyes. How small I feel when he wraps his arms around me. He had feelings I’ve never felt before raging t

SLATEIvy is wild and wonderful.Like a perfectly tuned engine that runs on high-octane fuel, pure fire and rebellion. Her body is built for speed and a man who knows how to handle her. She knows what she wants, and she’s got me riding close to the edge. And I don’t care if I end up going over.She knows damn well that her old man would kill me if he caught us together, but that isn’t stopping her. I may have lit the spark between us, but she poured gasoline on the fire, almost challenging me when we were back there inside the diner. I was fighting to hold out until after we ate. I really wanted to show her I was interested inherby taking her on an actual date. And now here I am, out back, with my hands up her shirt, cupping the most perfect breasts in existence, while my cock swells thicker and thicker by the second.The scent of dirt and old food hangs in the air, but all I can smell is Ivy. Her scent overwhelms me, making me woozy like a drug. It’s delicious and sensual, like vanil

IVYThe clubhouse is packed tonight.The scent of whiskey and cigars and gasoline hangs thick in the air. The Heartless Bastards are in full effect tonight, their loud, rough voices bellowing like backup singers for the classic rock blasting from the speakers. Girls in lace stockings and short skirts hang over the guys like they belong to them.But none of them belong to Slate.Slate belongs to me.He hasn’t said those words out loud. Not yet. But he doesn’t have to. I see it in the way he looks at me. The way he tracks my every movement, his eyes scouring my body, burning into my skin like a brand. The way his jaw tightens and his fists clench when another man even glances in my direction.I can feel him watching me from across the room, his gaze like a hot hand against my body. I glance over to the bar, and sure enough, there he is. Leaning casually, like an Adonis statue, his broad shoulders showing through the torn fabric of his Henley. His blond hair hanging like golden vines acro

SLATEI should be thinking about what I just did.About how I defied Saxon, the one guy who’s consistently had my back since I was a desperate teenager with no place to go. I should be panicked about the future. There’s no way things with Ivy will end up going smoothly. The world is set and ready to get in our way.But as I lay her down on the bed, her thin arms wrapped around my neck like she never wants to let go, all I can think about is the future I could have with her.Thank God Ivy comes from the same world as me. She didn’t judge when I brought her back to my place, an old run-down farmhouse just outside of town. I desperately wish I had more to give her.A real home.But for now, this will have to do.Ivy’s golden-brown eyes open wide as I slide her shirt up and reveal her perfect, perky tits. If there is a God, he took extra time on Ivy.I lean down to kiss her, my cock swollen beneath my jeans, hard and ready to fuck. But Ivy stops me with a finger over my lips.“Are you sur

IVYONE WEEK LATER…I wantto wake to kisses on my neck. To Slate’s rough hands moving down my hips and grabbing my butt. To the scrape of his five o’clock-shadow on my cheek as he brings his lips to mine.But despite my wishes, I wake up alone in my bed at home.We’ve been sneaking around now, stealing touches in the shadows, sharing late-night rides and whispering dirty things into each other’s ears. But now it’s finally time to stop hiding. My dad deserves to know the truth.And today we’re going to tell him.It’s best he hears it from us, rather than from someone else, or God forbid, walking in on us somewhere and losing his shit. And besides, Slate deserves to live in the light and not be hidden away in the darkness.I grab my phone from the nightstand and thumb through our messages from last night. His last text reads:Pick you up in the morning. We’ll tell him together.My heart skips a beat, and I bite my lower lip. Yep, it’s really happening today. No doubt, no hesitation in h