by Dee Ellis
Jesus, fuck, the taste of her. Sweet like candy and just as addictive. I waited six months to taste her on my tongue, feel her body tighten and shudder around me again. I want it all, want to be buried inside of her, want to feel her come with settled deep as I come too. All in due time.
“Levi...” Brynn moans through her fingers, a hand coming to the back of my head.
“Behave, baby. Fuck, you taste so damn good though. Open wide for me, honey.” My hands spread her thighs wider and I go back to feasting.
I trace the shape of her folds with my tongue, slowly, circling her clit. Over and over. Round and round. When I use my fingers to spread her slit open, she moans and my dick jerks in my shorts. I'm harder than a rock but this isn't about me.
My teeth close around her clit and her entire body arches up off the bed. As I slide two fingers inside her, growling as her pussy clenches tight, she cries out. I love that sound. Love the shudder of her thighs, the bounce of her perfect tits.
“Goddamn you're beautiful,” I murmur, pumping my fingers into her slow, hard, watching her in the sunlight, “Nothing else as hot as watching you lose it for me, honey. Fuck me.” Brynn's fingers yank at my hair and I chuckle against her pussy as I suck and lick and drive her to the edge.
“Please. Please....oh my God.” Her eyes close, the first time she's looked away from me, and I feel it.
Feel her pussy going vice tight as I pump my fingers faster, harder. Suck at her clit, bite it, swirl my tongue around it. With my free hand, I reach up, palming her tits and tugging at her hard nipples. I want to touch all of her at once. Make her come, hear her saying my name. Feel her come around my cock. Look into her eyes as she does, both of us knowing how perfect it is.
“Oh...oh yes!” Brynn cries out as she starts to come.
Brynn comes hard when I make her come. Her body quakes, legs hiking up as they tremble, her shoulders lifting off the bed. I don't stop. I know I can wring at least one more out of her without ever taking my cock out. But, Jesus, fuck, he wants out. And then in. Out. In. Over and over for days.
“I love to watch you come. Jesus. Just like that, honey.” I crawl over her, taking her mouth, letting her taste what I did to her.
Her tongue twists with mine, her hand tangling in my hair as she writhes beneath me. The kiss is dirty and hot, teeth and sloppy sucking and I love it. When I shift over her, settling my throbbing cock between her legs, she jumps.
I wrap her hair around my hand, tugging hard to force her eyes to mine. Brynn hooks her legs at my hips, both of us bucking at the same time. I growl out a string of curses, rocking my hardness against her soaked softness. Brynn watches me with eyes pooled with pleasure, with openness and it drives me crazy.
“Fuck you're so gorgeous. Drive me so crazy, honey.” I dip my head again, licking a path between her pert tits, sucking marks on her skin.
“Jesus, Levi...please.” I nod as I suck a nipple into my mouth, my fingers tugging and rolling the other.
“Open up to me, honey.” I nudge her thighs open with my hands, angling my hips against her.
We both moan as my cock hits her wetness; her thighs tremble as her pussy throbs, her body shuddering beneath me. I steady myself, hands pressing her thighs flat to the bed again. I want to pound into her, claim her, make her mine. Give her my children, my last name, the fairytale she deserves.
“Levi.” Brynn smooths a hand down my chest and just like the first time, wraps her fingers around me.
“Yes, honey. Take me inside. I need you, Brynn. Need to feel how bad you need me. Show me, honey.” Brynn moans, bucking against me, crudely rubbing my swollen cock between her folds.
“Levi, baby.” Fuck, I love how husky, needy, possessive that sounds when she says it after I make her come.
I take her mouth in a searing, sealing kiss. Cementing that this was the start of something, the beginning of us. The look in her shows me she knows, too. I start to sink inside her when Amelia cries across the hall. I curse, drop my hips and sink inside her once, both of us moaning long and loud, and then she's gone.
I roll onto my back, smiling despite the terrible case of blue balls my cock block of a daughter just guaranteed.
Brynn comes back into the room, carrying Amelia and my chest aches. To have her, to have them, it's just indescribable. I don't feel lonely, I don't feel alone at all with those two girls in my life. Brynn passes me the baby, and something passes between us. And I know. I know that she wants me to keep asking for her promises. And to keep making her promises, too.
And I will. I will give my Princess a fairytale. Brynn, too; my queen. Because I want to be their king. And Brynn, she wants that fairytale, with the castle, and us. Her walls haven't crumbled just yet, but I don't need them in rubble to know. The three of us are building our own walls together.
I will build my girls the tallest, highest tower and protect them from the entire fucking world. Because they are my entire fucking world now.
8
BRYNN
Grand castles with arcing, sky high towers are less complex than the fortress I am building with Levi. Giggling with his tiny Princess while she steals my heart with her bright blue eyes, ginger curls and chunky cheeks, I can do. Levi on a white horse with his honesty and promises as his weapons? No armor can keep that man out.
How to navigate the fantasy Levi wants us to live is something else.
Mostly because he does a damn fine job of making it seem so easy to live. Levi needed exactly one morning—with the added bonus of two orgasms—and one evening to demolish the walls I had so carefully constructed. Not that they were good, high walls, really. They weren't. Basically, just Levi size, easily crumbled beneath the efforts he put in.
We somehow settled into a sort of domestic bliss without me realizing it. Seems he made that easy too. Levi brought us dinner on days I told him Amelia had been fussy. Cooked it on the nights I was too enamored with a certain Princess to beat him to it. Texted me throughout our days about everything and nothing at all.
Levi: I am starving. What's for lunch, baby?
Me: For me? Greek salad.
Levi: Save me your olives.
Me: Already did. What will you have, though?
Levi: Hmm, Brynn salad? I mean, that's what sounds delicious. And nutritious.
Me: Har. Har. Your Princess misses you.
Levi: Hope my queen does too.
Me: Does that make you the king?
Levi: Damn right. King of the castle I share with my girls.
Swoon. The man made me swoon.
It was easy to flirt and be open with him in words and playful moments in the kitchen. Easy to cuddle on the couch watching Game of Thrones as an excuse to make out like teenagers. Or play with Amelia in the nursery we built together. It had always been easy with him, if I let myself forget about one morning. One moment of one morning.
A moment that gave me bricks to build a feeble excuse of protection against him. Once he saw it crumbling, Levi bulldozed right through with the truth and sweet vulnerability. Levi left me defenseless once he reminded me how this magical thing between us had begun. The things we said all those months ago; and more importantly, the one thing he hadn't.
I was all but swooning over Levi that first weekend. In fact, I might have literally swooned. So God damn good looking. Funny, sweet, romantic even. He made me laugh and held my hand, kissed my fingertips as he let me pick the music while we drove back from Hunter and Lola's wedding. I was in very, very deep like.
We had nothing in common whatsoever. And that's why it made so much sense. He had adoring, loving parents who he missed like crazy after they died in a fire. I had cold, unforgiving ones who I never missed but were a call away. I grew up with the best of everything and he lived on the streets. We should not make sense. And yet, we did.
For three days, I knew happiness unlike any I knew could be possible. Unlike I'd ever felt. We'd left a wedding and as foolish as that man made me feel, I'd have said yes to anothe
r one, had he asked. Unfortunately, he was already married.
Levi left that detail out of our three-day soul baring tour.
“Your married? Present tense? Legally bound to another woman? While I spread my legs like an idiot in the backseat of a car?” I had been livid; mostly because I felt shamed, embarrassed. Fooled.
“Legally yes. Brynn, please. Let me explain...It is not what you think.”
And, maybe it wasn't. Maybe I should have let him explain. When he chased after me. Or when he called. Then messaged me. Then both. Endlessly, for days; perhaps I should have listened. Given us both a Goddamn chance. Might have saved me four months of heartbreak.
I'm a stubborn bitch though, so I fled. Didn't have the courage to leave Chicago, though, of course. I might have come here to see Lola. To escape my troubles. The truth, though? I stayed because I was waiting. For Levi.
Waiting for him to give me the words to make me forgive his lies.
“Four months, Levi,” I'd accused yesterday morning after he gave me plenty of words. Plus, the bonus orgasms. Two mind altering, wall shattering orgasms, to be exact.
“I was right here. Waiting. Making excuse after excuse to keep waiting. For. Four. Months.” I'd basically pouted.
“I knew I blew it, honey. Knew you were right to walk away. I was always waiting too, though. I just thought you needed time to forgive me.” Levi was both right on target and way off base.
I needed the time he had given me, true. To forgive him for not being honest. To debate what the truth mattered. If it mattered at all. I expected it to take longer than it had.
I was wrong; so, so wrong. Because, the first time I saw him again, I think it took seconds for me to forget it. To realize the truth hardly affected what he made me feel. Made me want.
We were all having dinner at Gigi's place and Levi looked absolutely miserable. But still devastatingly, perfectly handsome. I knew without him saying it or us asking, just why. It was the first time we'd been near each other in nearly a month.
My eyes met his and his face lit up and the sparkle of hope in those pretty blue eyes left me no choice. Within hours, I'd completely forgotten the embarrassing morning after one of the best nights of my life.
But not that night. How could I forget that night? It started with a touch and ended the next morning. After the best sex in the history of sex. I could never forget it started with one touch.
Once again, with just a touch, Levi started it up again.
One touch. Brief, innocent. His hand at the small of my back, guiding me from Gigi's that night months ago. It reignited the fiery flame we'd spent three days letting burn on that road trip to Chicago.
A flame I'd been so certain I'd snuffed out. Again, so wrong. So Goddamn wrong. That one was all it took; the flame leapt back to life. I'd wanted it to burn through the ache of pain and embarrassment. Of hurt and betrayal.
Levi breathed air back into it, but it flickered for four months. Growing hotter. Fiercer. Until he doused it in gas yesterday, setting us both aflame.
“Kind of broke my heart, Levi.” I had admitted softly.
“If I broke yours, I fucking shattered mine, baby.” Levi countered, the truth there in the sadness in his beautiful blue eyes.
After that, the words stopped. Coherent ones, at least. Levi claimed me as if he actually had to. Didn't need to fuck me or to tell me I was his. Just reminded me of it. I'd been his from the moment I'd danced with him in that barn in Mississippi. I realize now, he will always rip down whatever walls I attempt to erect.
Even when I know he shouldn't.
Yesterday, we went out, the three of us, celebrating Amelia's half birthday. Levi insisted we celebrate because that little Princess was his entire world. Every single day he spent time talking to her about his day. Asking her about hers. Not that she could respond, obviously. Then he asked her about me. About how great I was and how good I was for her.
Every day, he promised to do his best to keep me.
After we'd confessed everything to one another—almost everything at least—Levi looked right at me while he held that beautiful baby and promised her he would keep me. For her. For him. For me, too. And, Goddamnit, I believed it as much as Amelia did.
Then, the three of us went out to lunch. Took Amelia shopping for shit she didn't need. We ended up at the Pier, Levi insisting we take her to the Carousel. Promised us both we would make it a birthday tradition.
“I like this. I love this, actually.” Levi announced as we stood on either side of Amelia, propping her up on the unicorn he'd chosen for her.
“Love what?” My eyes swung to his, watching me coo and laugh with Amelia and I knew. I knew what he meant.
“Every bit of this. You. Amelia. Us together. I never felt less alone in my life. I love it.” Levi looked at me with a new kind of hope sparkling in his eyes.
I loved it too. More than I should have. Really, more than I could. Levi wanted to build a castle around whatever we had found together, whatever this might come to be. One hot morning and one sweet night didn't answer my questions about what this was, though.
We have no labels for what we're doing. But, we were doing it. I don't know how long I can hold on to it. It’s right there, whatever this is, whatever Levi thinks it can be. Thinks we can have together.
And, I can almost grasp at it. Just when I reach for it, when I try to wrap my hands around it, I'm yanked back by strings holding me captive. To my past. To Boston.
“Found you, Goldilocks. Finally found you.” It's a menacing voicemail if you know who left it. If you know why they're looking for me.
Levi doesn't know. Will never know if I can help it. Neither will Lola or the others. I did this to myself and I will fix it myself. Even if it means taking my ass back to Boston, to my parent's place. Swallowing whatever humble pie they want to shovel down my throat to get their help. That meal is my last resort, however.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” Levi's husky words tear me from my thoughts.
Before they shoot right between my legs. Through my chest. Aiming right for my fucking heart. The words are breathed against my ear as he presses close behind me, his thick arms roping around my waist. This morning after is a helluva lot better than our last one.
“Behave.” I say it tauntingly because I'm done forcing either of us to behave.
“Not gonna happen, honey. How about I fix us breakfast while you get Amelia. Give me a little something first.” Levi's mouth works against my ear and its more kissing than talking.
My head twists and his mouth is on mine. I melt, weak knees, trembling breath, the whole deal. Every single time he kisses me. Its sweet and promising, the way his full mouth works against mine, his tongue gentle against my lips. Just when I part my mouth, he lifts his head, his blue eyes dark and stormy.
“Jesus, you taste better every single time.” Levi touches his forehead to mine and holds me tight.
The emotions that stir in those eyes send a shudder through me. Heat unfurls in my belly as he wets his lips and then he's taking my mouth again. It's still early, Amelia is still asleep in her crib, and I am suddenly so needy for him core throbs and aches.
“Levi...can...can we...” A shriek swallows my words as he tosses me expertly over his broad shoulder.
“Behave or just one of us gets to play, honey.” Levi carries me from the kitchen down the hall towards his room.
After a pause to check on Amelia, he continues on. I feel like I am on fire as he flips my body back onto the bed in one fluid motion. Levi is in just basketball shorts and I'm in just the Ladder 71 shirt I stole my first night staying here.
It's been at least two weeks since I've left his place just to change clothes. Maybe to eat. Every night, I end up back here, in this room and in this bed with him. Yesterday was the first day something more than heavy kissing and light touching happened, however.
It was as if a flickering flame ignited an inferno.
I can't breathe, I feel like my h
eart is thundering too hard. Too fast. It can't be healthy. My skin is on fire as Levi stands at the end of the bed. Just looking at me. His chest rising fast as his breath comes quick.
“Take your clothes off.” I am shocked that it's my voice demanding this.
“Whatever you want, baby.” Levi smirks, that crooked half smirk that he first shot me in that barn.
He hooks his hands in his shorts and with a shove, they fall to his ankles. The smirk widens when I gasp. Loudly. Levi is a big man; six feet tall, sexy, defined arms and shoulders, big hands. A chiseled torso with a dusting of sandy hair pointing to the weight hanging between his legs. Holy Jesus.
In the backseat of Hunter's borrowed Charger, Levi had shown me magic. Pleasure and a completeness I had never known before. It had been dark and rushed, hot and messy and bordering on perfect. Hours later, that perfection was shattered, but now we were reaching for perfection again.
“Seen me before, honey.” Levi whispers in the early morning sun.
“No. No, I did not see.... you. I saw the stars, both in the night sky and behind my eyes when you made me come for hours. I did not see you, Levi. Let me see you for a minute now.” Levi growls, stepping forward before I hold my hand out.
“Then let me see you too, Brynn. All of you.” Those big hands reach out and my t-shirt is torn over my head before I can argue.
I hadn't planned to argue. I want nothing more than to be bare before him now. Let him see all of me while I get to see all of him. Those deep blue eyes dark as they rake over me and I shudder. I love the way he looks at me; like I am solely his.
It’s how he looked at me the first night we met in the barn.
“You are so perfect. Are you even real?” I reach a hand out but start to snatch it back.
“Oh, I am real, honey. Feel me. I'm really real. Really here. Really yours.” Levi's fast, his fingers closing around my wrist and yanking me towards him
We both gasp as my hand flattens to his chest. Over his racing heart. My eyes flutter as I press my hand against his warm skin, counting the beats, matching them to mine. When I open my eyes again, he's watching me, his too-long on top hair shadowing his eyes and making them dark, purple almost.
