by Kelsey King
I head up to my bedroom and slam the door closed before I walk over to window looking out over our front yard. I can’t bear to watch Levi flirting with the blonde for another second.
After a moment, I hear my door open and shut, and swing around to find Levi standing. “What the hell are you doing up here?” I whisper, furiously. I was spitting mad, but I didn’t want to chance my parents or Vayda walking in on us.
With a few strides, Levi closes the distance between us and frames my face before his mouth crushes against mine. “Jealousy looks good on you, babe.” He winks when he finally pulls back. The sunlight streaming through my window accents the dark strands of hair on his sideburns.
“I’m not jealous,” I stupidly try to argue and cross my arms across my chest.
Levi laughs and shakes his head. “You were ready to throw that woman under a bus. Don’t even deny it, baby.” He dips, pressing a kiss on my neck that always makes my eyes roll to the back of my head at how good it feels.
“You can’t just kiss me to make it all better,” I playfully pout, wanting his hands and lips on me all the time.
"I didn't know they were going to set me up. If I'm rude, they're going to know something is up. We have to be careful." The tenderness in his voice just about tears me apart.
“I know,” I whisper and meet his sapphire gaze. “It’s just hard to watch.”
"I know, baby. I'd be the same way." Levi drags a hand through his hair and shakes his head. "I don't like this any more than you do, but I can't seem to leave you alone."
The urgency in his voice reassures me. I stand on my toes and give him a brief kiss before I squeeze his ass. “Get out before someone catches us.”
Levi winks at me and gives me a cocky grin. “Later?”
I nod, and he leaves my room. A few seconds later, I head back outside. I avoid watching where Levi joins the blonde again and head to Vayda and Will instead, promising myself I'll have him to myself tonight.
9
Levi
I'm sneaking around like a goddamn teenager in my own fucking house. The thought repulses me, but I can't chance Vayda finding out about Oakley and me just yet.
The entire day, I had to watch her talk to the younger guys and see how they all undressed her with their eyes. It drove me fucking crazy. I’m tired of sneaking around, I’m a grown man with needs, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of them and yet… I am.
I had to turn on the charm with the blonde realtor just to make sure John and Molly didn’t realize that I was eyeing their daughter. This situation is so fucked up, but I can’t seem to get her out of my mind.
Now here I am sitting in my living room in complete darkness, hoping Oakley will come down. Vayda and Oakley had arranged a sleepover for tonight and had headed back to the house a while ago. I stayed and had another few drinks with John and Molly like I always do. I felt like a dick for sitting on their terrace, drinking John's expensive scotch, and counting the minutes until I could head on home and sneak around to see their daughter.
I waited for the light in Vayda’s bedroom to go off before I made my excuses and headed home. I snuck quietly into the house, not wanting to risk waking Vayda and now I’m sitting in the dark wondering if Oakley even knows I’m home.
She was furious with me today, and I couldn't blame her. I didn't like watching a bunch of virile young men drool over her any more than she liked watching me with the blonde realtor. Nothing would come of that, I found her about as interesting as a dry leaf. It crackles, and it's bright with fall colors, but it's brittle.
Oakley isn't brittle, of that I'm sure. She has the gumption to see me in secret, to maintain this secret affair we both have fallen into. She's the first woman since my divorce that interests me. Fuck, who am I kidding? She drives me fucking crazy, and I love it.
I lean back against the couch and heave out a heavy sigh. I contemplate whether or not I should tiptoe up to my daughter's room to see if her friend is awake, but I decide against it. Instead, I cross my fingers and hope I'll have few minutes alone with Oakley tonight.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I want more than the stolen minutes we have together. I know a relationship is out of the question given the circumstances, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to officially date Oakley for all to see and know.
A slow smile spreads across my face at the thought. To have her in my bed every night, to have her witty comments, and feisty personality at breakfast—the idea warms my dormant heart. The sensation scares me; my heart hasn't warmed in years. I shove the thought aside and reach for the lamp beside me, but as I turn, I hear soft footsteps in the darkness.
I hold my breath, hoping it’s my sweet Oakley and not Vayda. How the hell am I supposed to explain to my daughter why I’m sitting in the dark in the middle of the night?
The figure moves toward me, and I wait for Vayda to switch on a light and demand what's going on when her scent drifts to me. Strawberries…
I can see her silhouette in the darkness my eyes have become accustomed to and reach for her. She lets out a shriek when I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap. I place my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet before I whisper in her ear. “You had me waiting forever.”
I can feel her smile twitch under my hand as she curls up on my lap. “I didn’t know you were back yet. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I’ve been back for a while. I didn’t want to make a noise and…” I trail off.
We both know why.
Our lips find each other in the darkness, and the kiss is more intense than ever before. Both of us proving our desire, our feelings after a day of putting up a façade for the entire neighborhood. Her tongue glides against mine, the texture is rough, and the taste is the sweetest I've ever had before. My own personal brand of ecstasy.
My hands roam over her body, and when I cup her small breast, she shifts on my lap, which makes my dick swell with extreme need for her. She presses down into my lap harder, and we both know that this is what we want.
Suddenly, she pulls back and looks at me in the dark with a wide, uncertain gaze.
“I thought you liked her…” She trails off as her fingers play with my hair.
I let out a gruff laugh. “Baby, no one even gets close to how much I like you.”
“I’m trying to believe you, but it makes me insecure. It’s hard watching you with other women.” The uncertainty in her voice kills me. How can I prove to her that what I feel is a strong desire I haven’t felt in years?
I press a tender kiss to her forehead, and the act surprises me. "Do you think it was easy for me watching you prance around in those things you call shorts? Do you have any idea how many men were looking at you today? I wanted to beat my chest and tell them you're mine."
“Tarzan of the apes?” She giggles as her hand trails over my chest.
“Tarzan of Oakley, baby,” I say before I crush my mouth against hers again. Suddenly I remember my daughter is in the house and I pull away. “Vayda awake?”
"She's sleeping, well snoring actually," Oakley says with a sly grin as she reaches between our bodies and strokes my dick suggestively. It feels way too fucking good, and a wave of insecurity bubbles over.
"Oakley…" I say roughly. "Am I just entertainment for you until you go back to college?" The hesitation in my voice makes me sound weak, and I hate it, but I need to know if this is worth the risk—and my heart.
Oakley flinches as if I slapped her. “What? Do you honestly think I would risk my friendship with Vayda for a little entertainment? If you think that you’re clearly fucking stupid.”
I laugh at her feisty response as she starts to pull away. I pull her back against me. “Then spend next weekend with me…”
The suggestion hangs in the air between us, the enormity of it evident in the silence.
“The whole weekend?” she finally asks a little breathy.
“Yes. Vayda’s going to her mom’s next weekend so you can tell your pare
nts you’re staying here with Vayda instead. I want to explore this Oakley. I want to explore us, don’t you? I want to spend time with you, and not just stolen moments here and there. Real time. Give us a real chance to be together.”
The thought of waking up with Oakley in my arms makes my cock thrum with anticipation. I’ve never wanted to spoil and give everything to someone before, but Oakley makes me want to do all of that and more.
She sighs and finally meets my gaze in the darkness. “A weekend to see what this is? To see where this is heading?”
I nod and frame her face with my hands. “I think we need this, baby. This isn’t just a fling—at least it’s not for me. I want to find out what it is—what it could be. Don’t you?”
A sexy grin spreads across her face, and her eyes grow heavy-lidded with desire. "I do. I'd love to wake up in your arms and not have to worry about getting caught."
I press my hand against the junction of her thighs with just enough pressure to make her gasp. “I’m looking forward to making you mine.”
Just as she starts to grind her hips against my hand, I lift her off my lap and give her light slap on the ass. “Up to bed, sleeping beauty,” I tease. We’ve already been down here for ten minutes, and I don’t want to risk more time with Vayda in the house.
Oakley turns to me with a sexy grin before she climbs onto straddling me. She presses her heat against my arousal, and I gasp at how hot she is. She threads her fingers into my hair before she whispers against my ear. "I can't wait to make you mine…"
With that, she leaps off my lap and bounds up the stairs.
I’m left alone in the darkness contemplating what I’ve done. What we’re doing is wrong on so many levels and yet I can’t seem to summon a single ounce of regret.
“Fuck!” I curse and push off the couch. I pour myself a neat scotch and swallow down the fiery liquid in one gulp. What the hell am I doing planning a dirty weekend with my neighbor’s daughter—my daughter’s best friend?
10
Oakley
My heart drums in my chest to the frantic beat of an ancient tribal dance we learned about in the ninth grade. My mouth curves with a smile, looking forward to the dance I’m about to do with Levi tonight. We’ve both been anticipating this all week long.
Just as planned, I told my parents I'm spending a girl's weekend with Vayda, and she just left for her mother's about an hour ago. Even though we're being deceitful, I can't help anticipating what it's going to be like finally being with Levi tonight. I'm falling—hard and fast—and it's making me a crazed woman. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything—consequences be damned.
I step through the terrace doors like I have so many times before, only this time the reason for my visit is completely new and different. Excitement bubbles through my veins like a witch’s cauldron ready to conjure a charm. I only hope Levi likes my charm enough.
As I tossed my things into my bag for the weekend, I couldn’t help but wonder if my inexperience is going to be an issue. Sure I’ve been with a few guys, but Levi is all man. I’m sure he’s been with lots of girls in his time. He’s used to experienced women that know exactly what to do to drive him wild. That’s foreign territory for me. Every time I’ve been with a guy they were so eager to get their rocks off foreplay had been a mere fantasy. I grin mysteriously as I think of all the foreplay Levi and I had snuck in since we started this affair a month ago.
I hear soft music playing from the kitchen and drop my bag in the living room before heading in that direction.
My heart flutters like a butterfly at the sight in front of me.
Levi has trimmed his beard and is dressed in dark wash jeans with a button-down shirt that hugs him tightly. His bare feet are the sexiest I've ever seen. The slight lines around his eyes and his facial hair make my body buzz with anticipation and desire. He’s the most delicious looking man I’ve ever seen.
Though there is definitely something to say for a man in a three-piece suit. That’s one of my favorite looks on him when he has to dress up.
He smiles at me with a wicked grin as I step into the kitchen. I don’t recognize the band, but the music sounds like it’s from his generation. I’ve never liked old music, probably because my parents shoved it down my throat every moment they got, but seeing Levi waiting for me in his kitchen, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement, it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I was starting to wonder if you got lost on the way over,” he teases, walking toward me.
The gravity of what we’re doing isn’t lost on me, but I can’t seem to stay away from this man.
“Sorry, I didn’t know we had a time,” I quip with a bit more sass than intended. My nerves have a way of making me use sarcasm as a defensive mechanism.
“Right now is perfect.” Levi frames my face with his hands and threads his fingers into my hair before he brushes his lips against mine.
I melt under his touch, my legs trembling from his chaste kiss. I want more. So much more.
“Would you like something to drink? Wine?” He picks up a bottle of wine and pours the ruby velvet liquid into a glass before offering it to me.
I’ve never liked red wine, but like the music, tonight is all about firsts. I sip the dark velvet liquid and let it swirl around in my mouth. It tastes spicy against my tongue before the flavor bursts into dark indulgence.
“This is good,” I mumble and set down the glass.
Why does this feel so awkward? We both know what's going to happen tonight and the anticipation hangs over us like a dark cloud filled with desire ready to burst. Maybe I'm putting too much pressure on it and need to just...relax.
“No,” Levi murmurs and takes my hips in his hands. “This is good.”
He pulls me against him, and I can feel his arousal through his jeans. Good Lord, this man’s hunger hasn’t diminished one bit for being in his late thirties. The thought that I do this to him makes me excited and proud.
"I made some pasta. Are you hungry?" Levi asks an inch from my mouth.
My breath is coming laboriously as I shake my head. I’ve got another hunger that needs to be fed first.
Levi smiles and lifts me up into his arms before he deposits me on the kitchen counter. “Good, neither am I.”
I couldn't exactly dress up for our first date because my parents would be suspicious if I headed over to Vayda's in full makeup, so the pink sundress is as good as I could do.
Levi’s hands grip my knees and pull them apart, making me gasp as he moves between them. "Before we do what we both know we're about to do, I need to know you're one-hundred percent sure, Oakley. I don't want you to feel pressured or that you have to say yes." His voice is so tender and sincere, easing all my nerves. "Do you want this?" I appreciate him even more at this moment. Even though everything had been planned and we both agreed this is what we wanted, he's still offering me an out.
I reach around and grab his ass before pulling it toward me. “I want you, Levi. I want this.”
He groans and his hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back. “Fuck, I love it when you say my name.”
I gasp and look into his eyes. They turned the color of the ocean before a storm. “Levi,” I whisper before I tug on my bottom lip.
His mouth crushes against mine, making any doubts disappear for the moment. I can taste his hunger for me and all his pent-up desire as his tongue slides against mine.
Our tongues duel. The taste of the wine prominent as our hands starts to roam. As I untuck his shirt out from his jeans, I gasp when his teeth close over the nape of my neck. His calloused hands shove my dress up around my waist before he starts tugging down my panties.
For a moment I feel embarrassed as my panties drop to the floor, but the heat in his eyes makes my shyness disappear like the doubts I had before coming over.
He holds up his hand for me to kiss, and I oblige before he slips a finger into my mouth. I suck on his finger before he pulls it out and slides it along m
y slit.
Fuck, this man is hot…
I feel his finger part my folds slowly, slipping his finger lower toward my entrance. He's driving me fucking wild already, and he's barely touched me.
I expect him to thrust his finger inside me, but he doesn’t. He lifts his finger to his own mouth before he licks off my arousal. My tummy coils with anticipation at the sight.
My breath comes in short gasps as I watch Levi lower himself onto his knees. I want to shut my legs shut like a clam. No one has ever gone down on me before, and suddenly I don't know if I'm ready for this.
Sensing my discomfort, Levi smiles up at me. “Don’t worry, Oakley. You’re going to love this.” He flashes me a wicked grin and winks.
I highly doubt that, but I relax my legs as I feel his breath between my thighs. He blows on my pussy, making my legs quiver with need before he presses his hot mouth against my entrance.
Holy shit.
I grasp the edges of the counter at the myriad of sensations taking over my body. His tongue darts into me before sliding up my slit. The slickness of my heat and the sensation of his rough tongue makes need pool low in my groin.
“Oh my God," I whisper to myself. I can already feel the heat start to build as he swirls his tongue over my clit. I thread my fingers into his hair, fisting a handful of his hair. I try pulling his head back to stop because I want him inside me right now. Instead, he merely grabs my hand and holds it prisoner as he continues his assault.
His tongue circles and flicks over my clit, making my muscles contract with an imminent release. I can feel my legs tighten as the wave starts to build. I thrash back my head. "Fuck Levi…" I moan out as he continues his delicious assault.
He moans against my clit, blowing cool air over my pussy before he finally shoves a finger deep inside.
My body pulses around his finger, my hips bucking off the counter against his mouth. My hips arch and my whole body quivers with release. I ride out the orgasm, shocked by its intensity when Levi finally lifts his head and gives a smug smile. “I knew you’d love it.”
