Jaded Anchor: The Human

Chapter Six - Coen

Coen had been playing a video game with his headset on when he’d heard the faint sound of a knock on the door. He grumbled to himself as he shut off the game and walked to the door. He thought maybe it was one of his siblings or a neighbor wanting something. Never in his wildest dreams did Coen think it would be Ivy.

“Blondie?” Coen asked with a grin he couldn’t hide. Well, he probably could have hidden it if he tried. He didn’t try however because of the look on blondie’s face. God this girl was something else.

His blue eyes watched her as she slowly turned around. He was amused by how out of place she seemed. Coen watched as Ivy, the girl he couldn’t get out of his head, raise her hand, and waved at him. A soft chuckle fell from his mouth as he lifted his hand to wave back at her. He was leaning against his doorframe now watching her with an amused expression.

“Umm… Hi?” Ivy managed to get out after a few more awkward seconds of silence between them.

“Hi? Was that a question or are you saying hi?” Coen asked not bothering to wipe the cocky smirk from his lips.

“I am. Yes, Hi Coen.” Ivy repeated with a little more confidence.

“Hello, Blondie. What are you doing here?” Coen questioned. He made sure his voice was light, so she wouldn’t get frightened off. He thought she looked sort of like a little kitten with her wide eyes and shocked expression. Coen couldn’t keep from checking her out. She looked damn sexy in her scrubs. She had been hot the last time he’d seen her but something about the way her scrubs hugged her tight little body perfectly had him thinking of all types of things he wanted to do with her.

“I don’t know. I was driving home from work and I just found myself here. I’m sorry. It was stupid.” He saw her cheeks flush and watched her bite down on her lower lip.

Fuck… Coen said in his head. What was it about this girl and biting down on her plum lip?

“Just wanted round two? I can’t blame you. I’ve been thinking about another round myself. You left so quickly last time.” When he spoke Coen could see the relief spread over her face as his words seemed to register in her mind. Yes Blondie, I’ve been thinking about you too.  He imagined those were the words she was hearing replay in her head.

“Do you want to come in?” Coen asked sounding more cocky than he actually felt. What if she said no? He was horny now. f**k. To his utter relief, Ivy nodded her head and followed him inside with her wide eyes shining. When he turned back to look at her after closing the door she spoke.

“I am not going to lie. I have been thinking about you. I can’t seem to get our night out of my head. I know it was a one-time thing, but another round wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world right, tough guy?” Ivy said, he could tell she was trying to flirt with him. She was gaining her confidence back. It was f*****g sexy as hell seeing her lose the lost girl expression and turn on the one from the other night.

“Not the worst thing at all. I must say I am genuinely happy you stopped by.” Coen grinned. He was being honest. Now that she was here he was happy to see her.

The attraction between the two of them was just as palpable as it had been the first night they’d met. He closed the gap between them in two quick steps. Coen had Ivy’s face between his hands and was kissing her before either of them could say another word. He had waited two weeks for another chance to see her, feel her, taste her. He wasn’t planning on wasting one precious minute. His tongue invaded her mouth, happy when hers swirled with his deepening their kiss.

Coen pushed her back, leading her down the hallway towards his bedroom. The growing bulge in his pants a clear indication of just how excited he was. He hadn’t been with another woman since he had claimed Ivy two weeks ago. No one else could hold a candle to her flame. She clearly had him under some spell. One he didn’t mind at all right now since she was in his arms. He had been pissed about it at first. He wasn’t the type of guy who thought about one of his one-night stands. He never slept with the same woman more than once. Once he finally had her naked before him, he licked his lips. Damn Ivy was breathtaking. If he liked her in those scrubs, he liked her even more out of them.

“You are so beautiful, Ivy.” Coen told her honesty, his expression genuine.

“I... I don’t have long. I have to be somewhere in a little less than two hours.” Ivy said after a moment of watching him with burning red cheeks.

It surprised Coen on how easy it was to make this gorgeous woman blush. It was as if no one had told her she was beautiful before. He couldn’t understand that Ivy was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on… And let’s be honest he had laid his eyes on several.

“Have another date after this one?” Coen teased watching her beautiful face flush when she heard his words.

“I just have somewhere to be…” She answered almost too quickly like she was concealing something. He didn’t care. The fact he had her for the next two hours was enough for him.

“Okay, blondie. I can work with two hours.” Coen assured her with his famous cocky smirk. He pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his pants down. He watched as her eyes took in every inch of his body. Coen felt like he was about to explode from just looking at her.

He traced two fingers down her stomach not stopping until he pushed them inside her wet lips. She was so ready for him. He loved it. Her body responded to his perfectly. Coen heard her whimper; he felt her hips buck against his fingers. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. Leaning over he reached in the drawer and pulled out a condom. Rolling it over his length, Coen looked down at her.

“What do you want Ivy?” He asked her, while his fingers continued to move in and out of her.

“You. Coen, I want you. Please.” Ivy practically begged him to take her. It was music to his ears.

“As you wish.” Coen whispered before removing his fingers.

Coen moved up over her body, propping himself up with one hand while the other guided himself into her walls. If he only had two hours, he was going to make it worth it. Make her want him so much more that she sought him out again and again. He leaned down and kissed her hard while he pushing his length into her wetness at the same time. Coen heard her moan into the kiss, and he knew he was screwed. He had gone and got himself addicted to sweet little Ivy.