Chapter 89: Entwined to Emergency
Lucas chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as his hands traced lazy, possessive patterns up and down Ivy’s back. The sheets beneath them were a tangled, damp mess, evidence of everything they’d just done.
For a long, perfect moment, they just lay there, limbs entwined, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed so close it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
The room itself felt charged, like the very walls had absorbed the energy of what they’d just shared. Ivy’s pussy gave a little twitch around him, her walls fluttering as if still savoring the memory of his cock stretching her open. Lucas groaned, his own body responding despite his exhaustion, his cock stirring against her thigh. "You’re gonna make me hard again," he muttered, half in amusement, half in warning.
Ivy lifted her head, her hair a wild, sexy mess around her face, strands sticking to her flushed skin.
"Good," she purred, her voice like honey laced with sin. "Because I’m not done with you yet."
And she wasn’t. After a few more minutes of lazy, lingering kisses, the kind that were more about connection than heat, though the heat was still there, simmering beneath the surface. Ivy finally, with a sigh, pulled away. "Shower," she declared, stretching like a cat waking from a nap.
Her back arched, her tits pressing against his chest, and Lucas groaned again, his cock twitching with interest as he watched her body move. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved it.
The shower took forever. Not because it needed to, but because neither of them could resist touching the other. The steam filled the bathroom, the water cascading over their bodies in rivulets as they took turns soaping each other up.
Lucas lathered Ivy’s back first, his hands sliding over her slick skin, feeling the dips of her waist, the curve of her spine, the roundness of her ass.
She moaned softly as his fingers worked the soap into her skin, her body leaning into his touch. When it was his turn, Ivy’s hands were just as thorough, tracing the hard planes of his chest, his abs, before her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly under the spray.
Every time Lucas thought they were done, Ivy would press herself against him, her mouth finding his in another deep, hungry kiss, her hands exploring his body like she was memorizing every inch of him.
By the time they finally stepped out, their skin was pink from the heat, and Lucas was hard again, his cock bobbing slightly as he toweled off.
Ivy caught him looking and smirked, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she just wrapped herself in a towel, one that did little to hide the curves beneath, and led him back to bed with a sway of her hips that had his eyes glued to her.
They collapsed onto the sheets, still damp from their earlier activities, wrapped in towels that clung to their skin.
Ivy curled against him, her head finding its favorite spot on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.
They talked lazily about nothing and everything, memories from childhood, dreams for the future, silly jokes that had them both laughing.
At some point, Ivy’s breathing evened out, her body going heavy against him. Lucas stayed awake a little longer, savoring the weight of her, the warmth, the way her hair tickled his chin, the steady rise and fall of her chest against his side. He could still smell her on his skin, still taste her on his lips. It was perfect.
When he finally slept, it was deep and dreamless, the kind of sleep that only comes after complete and utter satisfaction.
Lucas woke up the next morning and instinctively reached toward the other side of the bed.
It was empty.
The sheets were still warm, carrying the faint scent of Ivy’s perfume.
A small smile appeared on his face.
It looked like she had already left for work.
After all, unlike him, Ivy still had responsibilities she couldn’t simply ignore.
Lucas lay there quietly for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.
Then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
A car.
He needed a car.
Not just any car a sports car.
He already had a driver’s license, but driving around in taxis no longer suited his lifestyle.
Not after everything that had changed.
Not after becoming a billionaire.
Lucas sat up slowly.
Since he had billions sitting in his account, it was finally time to buy himself a new toy.
The only problem was that the best sports cars weren’t something you could casually walk into a dealership and purchase.
Luxury brands often required reservations, connections, and waiting lists.
After thinking for a moment, Lucas picked up his phone and sent Mason a message.
Do you know anyone who deals with high-end sports cars?
Less than ten seconds later, his phone vibrated.
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
That was fast.
Meanwhile, Mason had practically jumped out of bed the moment he saw Lucas’s message.
Ever since learning about Lucas’s financial strength, he had made it a personal mission never to miss an opportunity to build a better relationship with him.
Mason immediately replied:
Perfect timing.
I happen to know the owner of a luxury car dealership.
If you’re free tonight, I’ll take you there personally.
Lucas smiled.
Honestly, he had only wanted a location.
Every car he had ever bought before had been suv vehicles.
This was his first real sports car purchase.
Still, since Mason had offered to help, Lucas saw no reason to refuse.
Sounds good.
After putting down his phone, another person suddenly came to mind.
Sienna.
Lately, Sienna had been the one constantly messaging him first.
Sending memes.
Making plans.
Complaining whenever he disappeared for too long.
Yet now she wasn’t answering.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
Just as Lucas was about to put his phone away, it suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.
He answered immediately.
"Hello?"
A worried female voice came through the phone.
"Hello, is this Lucas?"
Lucas instantly sat up straighter.
"Yes. Who’s this?"
"I’m a nurse from the university medical center."
The concern in her voice immediately made his expression darken.
"Is something wrong?"
The nurse continued gently.
"Your number is saved under her favorites, and she’s currently in the hospital."
"Sienna’s been running a high fever since last night."
"Her condition worsened this morning, so her friends brought her here."
Lucas frowned.
"The medical center?"
"Yes."
The nurse hesitated briefly before continuing.
"She just woke up a few minutes ago."
"The first person she asked for was you."
"When do you think you can come?"
For a brief moment, Lucas didn’t know what to say.
Then he stood up immediately.
"I’m coming now."
The nurse let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Thank you."
"We’re at the university medical center."
"Okay."
After ending the call, Lucas didn’t waste another second.
No matter what anyone said, he wasn’t the type of man who ignored the people who cared about him.
Twenty minutes later, Lucas walked out carrying several shopping bags.
Fresh fruit.
Flowers.
Nutritional supplements.
Snacks.
And a few things he thought might cheer Sienna up.
His hands were practically full.
After hailing a cab, he gave the driver the destination.
"The university medical center."
