At this point, I don’t even know why I keep pushing him away. I haven’t seen him with any other girls since I’ve been back. I stalked all his social media from the summer, too, and didn’t see anything showing him being his usual man-whore self.
I’ve waited up for him to get home after the game, so I could talk to him. Based off the fact that it’s after midnight, I’m guessing he went to one of the after parties. I’ve texted him a few times, but he’s left me on read, which is actually a pretty dick move, and I will be calling him out on it. I’ve never done that to him, even when I was dating Oliver.
A thud in the hallway and whispering voices gives away his presence. He’s obviously brought someone home. I hear his door close and dart out into the hallway to press my ear against it. I hear murmured voices and a thud, then a low moan.
I have a moment of internal debate. I’d be a huge hypocrite if I walk in there now and interrupt. I mean, I had a boyfriend all last year. But he’s definitely doing this to upset me. He’s never brought a girl home like this since that first weekend with Grace last year. He wants to hurt me, and he’s hitting the mark right now.
Fuck it.
I’ll be a hypocrite.
I grab the doorknob and let myself in his room. A blonde is topless and straddling his lap, her skirt pushed up around her waist but at least her panties are still on.
“Hey, Levi, sorry to interrupt, but Dr. Andrews called in your prescription for the cream to treat your crabs. He also sent in an antibiotic just in case you picked up anything else.” The blonde squeaks and jumps off his lap, looking back and forth between us confused. “It’s okay honey, he’s a two-pump chump anyway. You wouldn’t have gotten any satisfaction out of this.”
The blonde must be incapable of speech because she squeaks again and grabs her shirt, tugging it over her head. Levi asks if she needs a ride home, and she shakes her head before hustling her ass right out the door.
Levi and I look at each other for a minute in silence. He’s leaning back on his elbows against his bed, shirtless as usual, with his jeans undone. The fact that he doesn’t have a visible hard on is proof that he wasn’t into it.
“Well, Ives, that was rude,” he says lazily. “I haven’t had a good fuck in months.”
“You weren’t going to get a good fuck from the mute,” I point in the direction she ran off to. I prowl across the room toward him and slide my hand over his dick. Just like I thought, he’s barely sporting a semi. His dick surges to life under my touch though, twitching against my hand through the denim holding it back.
“Careful,” he smirks, “wouldn’t want to catch my crabs.”
We hold each other’s eyes again until we both end up laughing. I flop onto the bed beside him, shaking with laughter at how fucked up we are. Normal people would not find this situation funny, and five minutes ago I was raging, but now I just can’t help but laugh. He sure as hell should be angry with me, but he’s not.
“You’ve clearly spent too much time with my friends, Ives. That sharp tongue of yours will get you into trouble if you aren’t careful.”
“Somehow I think I’ll be okay,” I reply with a smirk of my own. “Seriously though, we need to talk.”
“About your jealousy.”
“And yours, among other things. This was clearly you just trying to get a rise out of me. Congratulations, it worked.”
“Perhaps.” He rolls onto his side to face me. “What else are we talking about?”
“What we’re doing here.”
“We’re laying in my bed talking, apparently about talking.”
“Levi!” I smack him in the pecs. “I’m being serious.”
“Okay,” he holds his hands up while laughing, “I’ll stop. I’m just nervous.”
“You have had a two-hundred-pound defensive lineman running at you and I’m making you nervous?”
“A sack might bruise, but you could shatter me.” He says softly and seriously.
“I know we like each other-”
“No,” he cuts me off as he sits up and leans over me. “I don’t like you, Ivy.” He cages me in with his arms on either side of my body. “I love you. I’m obsessively in love with you. Last year was torture, the hardest year of my life. Seeing you with Oliver everyday was like death by a thousand cuts. I told myself at the beginning of the year I wasn’t going to let you run away from this because whether you realize it or not, you love me just as much.”
I look up at his dark blue eyes, which are so full of emotion. Love, anger, pain, and hope all swirl together in their midnight depths. I bring my hands up to cup his face, dragging one of my thumbs across his full lips. This moment feels like we’re standing on top of a cliff together, and regardless of what I do, we’ll never be the same. In the end, there’s only one option for me.
“I love you, too.” I say as I pull his face down to mine. His heart is beating so hard and fast I can feel it against mine.
He looks down at me with such love and intensity, it makes my chest feel like it’s going to burst. His lips brush mine softly, but before I can deepen the kiss he leans back. “Say it again, Ives.”
“I love you, Levi.” I’m so overcome with emotion and utter relief that a tear falls from the corner of my eye. “I had no idea how much until just now.”
“I’m going to need you say that to me on repeat for the rest of our lives.” He kisses my forehead. “At least a hundred times a day.” He kisses my nose. “Because I’m gonna marry the shit of you someday.” He kisses my neck. “And you’re going to have our five exceptionally athletic, intelligent, and gorgeous babies.”
“Slow down, there, Levi.” I slide my hands down his chest and over his abs. “Let’s get through college first.” When my hands brush the waistband of his boxers, I slip my fingers inside. “Also, I’m not sold on five kids.”
“I’ll be a househusband.” He says against the mound of my breast. He groans appreciatively as I push down his jeans and boxers with my hands and the heels of my feet. He kicks them the rest of the way off and pushes me further up on the bed.
He drags my sleep shorts down my legs while I pull my tank top over my head. He pushes my knees apart and takes a second to look me all over. He bends and presses a trail of kisses up one thigh down the other, deliberately leaving my aching pussy untouched. He slowly circles my nipple in a teasing motion, leaving every part of my body wanting more.
“I’m torn between wanting to punish you for the past year and wanting to worship your body from top to bottom.” He pulls his body flush against mine, the head of his dick teasing my swollen, desperate clit.
“Option two, please.” I say running my fingers through his hair and pulling his head down to mine.
Our kiss this time is frantic and untamed, all tongues and teeth. His resentment bubbles up and pushes his kiss to a primal level. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind myself against him, whimpering at the friction of his cock sliding through my wet folds. He reaches over and grabs a condom, rolling it on with practiced ease.
Then he slams himself into me, forcing a gasp from my lips. I feel so full, stretching around him as he glides in and out of me. He wraps his arms under me and, without slipping out, hauls us both into a sitting position with me straddling his kneeling legs. My fingers dive into his hair as begin to kiss again, just as feral as before. His hand reaches down between us and he pinches my clit sending me into an immediate orgasm. He lets me stay on his lap as I go boneless from my climax but keeps thrusting himself into me.
He lifts me off him and turns me, telling me to get on all fours so he can pound into me wildly from behind. His hands wrap around my hips and angle me up perfectly for his cock to hit my g-spot. I look over to the right and catch our reflection in the mirror. Watching all the muscles in his body ripple and bunch and flex with each movement sends me crashing into another orgasm. I feel him finish inside me, his cock jerking his release while he moans my name.
“Two-pump chump my ass,” he
says, smacking my ass loudly and chuckling.
I smile into the pillow to smother a laugh.
Ten minutes before my alarm was set to go off, I awoke halfway to an orgasm with Levi’s face between my thighs. Before I can even lift my brain from the fog of sleep, I’m coming on his tongue, feeling his satisfied smile against my stomach as he pressed sweet kisses against it, trailing up my body until his head pops out from under the covers.
“Good morning,” he says with a grin spreading across his stupidly beautiful face. “As much as I want to keep you under me all day, Dad and Jennifer are home, so you’ll need to sneak out.”
I can feel the heavy length of his erection pressed between us. He’s right, I should be sneaking out, but his body is so warm and enticing. I hook one leg around his hip and flip us, so I’m on top. “I’m on birth control and clean, are you?” I ask while I tease the tip of his dick by dragging my soaked pussy along it.
“Aside from a fictional case of crabs I’m clean.”
He didn’t even get the words out before I was sliding down his dick.
“Oh, fuck, Ives.” His hands grip my hips and hold on while I ride him. “Your pussy feels so fucking good I’m not gonna last long enough.” He moves one hand to my clit, swirling circles around it with the perfect amount of pressure.
As another orgasm starts to build, I arch my back and brace my hands on his powerful thighs to take him in at a different angle. He comes first, his fingers picking up speed on my clit and with the angle of his cock in me dragging across my g-spot my orgasm starts right as his ends.
He reaches up and pulls me down to his face, roughly kissing me and trapping me against his chest.
“Let’s wake up like this every day,” he says against my lips.
“We need to be careful.” I slide to side and pull his t-shirt off the floor. “If my dad found out, he would yank me out of here so fast. I don’t think we should tell anyone, Mason, Lilith, Connor, or Griff. None of them.”
He closes his eyes and nods. “I know.” He opens his eyes and pierces me with an intense look, “But no more random hook ups for either of us. I will fucking explode if I see another guy touch you.”
“Deal,” I nod. “I’d say it’s pretty clear I feel the same way after my scene last night. Who was that anyway? She doesn’t go to FPA.”
“I dunno,” he shrugs. “She served her purpose though,” he chuckles. “What are you doing today?”
“Shopping with Lilith.”
“Gonna get the hoodrat some new clothes, good deal.”
“Don’t call her that.” I roll my eyes, and the asshole just winks at me. “I’m going to go get ready. I’ll see you later.”
“Kiss first.” He flings the covers off and stands up completely naked. I will never understand his complete nonchalance when it comes to nudity, his or others. I don’t hate it though. I rise up on my tiptoes to give him what he wants, and he takes the opportunity to slap my bare ass under his shirt. “Better get moving. You don’t want to keep Hoodrat waiting.”
I give him an over-the-shoulder wave after gathering my clothes and sneaking back across the hall.
14
LEVI
Weeks go by of Ives and I sneaking around. It’s relatively easy at home, especially when Jennifer goes into the city with Dad. Even if one or both of them are home, they rarely come to our wing of the house, so we don’t worry too much.
Things have been smooth sailing for our secret relationship aside from a disagreement the weekend we spent in NYC for Hoodrat’s birthday weekend. The pressure of keeping this hidden from everyone has been increasing. I wanted to sleep in her room, but she was adamant that we continue the status quo. I’ve caught Griff watching us with an inquisitive eye a few times; I’m sure he’s pieced it together. If Con wasn’t all caught up in his relationship with Hoodrat, he would, too.
Dad texted me this morning, asking me to hunt down some tax documents in his home office before I go to school. Ives has already started preseason conditioning with the swim team, so I don’t bother looking for her when I leave my room. I stop in the kitchen, say hello to Babs, and grab the protein shake she has waiting for me.
Dad’s office is right next to the master suite of rooms. I let myself in and walk over to his desk, pulling open the unlocked drawers first, just in case. When the forms aren’t in any of those drawers, I open the safe and grab the spare desk keys. I spend about twenty minutes thumbing through various files and documents and still don’t see them.
My eyes land on Jennifer’s desk, tucked away in the corner of the office under the window. They filed last year’s taxes together so maybe the files will be there. I work my way down the drawers in her desk and finally find the tax forms lying on the bottom of the drawer. I stop dead in my tracks when I pull the files out and a pile of envelopes topple down from where they were stacked in the far reaches of the drawer.
I pull the stack out and immediately see red. A stack of my letters to Ivy and hers to me are bound together by a rubber band. They are unopened, but how the fuck would she have gotten them? They were sent back and forth from my house to Ivy’s boarding school. I text an SOS to the group chat with the guys and wait for them to get here. No one’s going to give us any shit for skipping. I also text Mason a heads up to follow Hoodrat closely; she’s got a constant protective detail after an incident that left her with second degree burns. Even though we took care of Margaux, the assailant, she still has minions running around the school.
I’ve opened all the letters and started reading through them. I forgot how confused and sad I was at Ives ghosting me after our last night at camp. Up until then, the longest we’d gone without writing each other was only about ten days, and that was just if one of us was out of the country. I was so raw and sad, the pain I felt bled onto the pages of the last few letters I sent. I’m so absorbed that I don’t even hear Con and Griff come into the office until I see a paper cup of to-go coffee land in front of me.
“What’s going on, Lev?” Griff asks from over my shoulder.
“I just found all these letters in Jennifer’s desk.” I had them each part of the pile. “Do you remember freshman year when I was so upset?”
“Yeah, you were a moody bitch for months,” Con says as he fingers his pile.
“That’s because the last night of camp that summer Ivy and I had sex. We’d been exchanging letters for years, and that summer, we started developing feelings for each other. We were each other’s first kiss, first everything.” The chair creaks as I lean back. “I wrote her as soon as I got home because our first time was not planned and not good. It just kind of happened, and I was worried about her.”
“Why didn’t you call her?” Griff asks.
“We never exchanged numbers or emails because of the school she was at. She couldn’t have her phone during the week, and it was fun to send each other letters, romantic I guess.”
“Awwww,” Con croons like the sarcastic dick that he is.
“Fuck off.” I punch his shoulder. “Anyway, when she showed up last year, she claimed to have never received my letter, and I sure as fuck didn’t get her letters either.”
“So how the fuck did the stepmonster get them? If they were going to the boarding school?” Con asks.
“It’s probably pretty easy to hold kids’ mail. I bet all she would have had to do tell the Headmaster or Mistress not to send the mail to Ivy and to hold the outgoing letters, too. What boarding school was she at?” Griff asks as he pulls out one of his smart phones.
I rattle off the name and Griff’s fingers fly across the screen.
“I’ll look into it and hopefully have answers in a day or two.”
“Why would she do this anyway? What was her angle?” Con rests a hip on my dad’s desk. “They weren’t even seeing each other yet, were they?”
“I don’t know when exactly they started seeing each other, maybe in the spring of my freshman year?” I try to think back, but I never paid much attention
to my dad’s love life. “Fuck. What if she saw these letters and zeroed in on my dad that way?”
“I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s been salivating over my dad at every chance. She’s a scavenger,” Con says as he closes the safe. “You need to keep that closed, how much do you keep in there, one hundred-K?”
“Roughly.” I answer, it depends on what we have going on, sometimes there’s more.
“I hope Jennifer doesn’t have the combination,” Con quips.
“She doesn’t need it when she has a black card,” I roll my eyes.
“What the hell is this?” Griff points at the desk calendar.
November 16: Ivy breast augmentation w Dr. Samuels
“Why is Ivy getting a boob job right before the swim season starts?” Griff looks at me for an answer.
“She’s not. She wouldn’t want one at all.” I have zero doubts about it because it doesn’t take a genius to figure out fake tits would cause a lot of drag. “Jennifer is so toxic to Ives. She’s always making snide comments at family dinners about the amount of food Ivy eats or how boyish her figure is.”
“Cunt,” Con tosses out in disgust. “Why do we all have such terrible mothers?”
“Speak for yourselves,” Griff mumbles. He’s the only one out of the group with parents who are just as much, if not more, in love than they were twenty years ago, and his mom is amazing.
“Alright, I have to scan these tax files and send them to my dad and then we can get going to school.” I glance over at Con and see him checking his phone with a smile on his face. It’s good to see him like this, so much lighter than he has been. I mean, he’s still a raging dick ninety-eight percent of the time, but there’s a softer edge visible if you know him as well as we do.
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