by Jani Kay
Levi pulled his cock out of me and took a step backward, falling into a large wingchair. He pulled me into his lap and just cuddled me to him for a long moment.
“Fuck, that was intense,” he murmured in my ear.
“Yes, sir. The best.” I allowed my whole body to go limp and just melt into him. Had I imagined that he’d said those three little words?
*****
It took a while for us both to come down from our sex-induced high. Levi ran his hands over my body, rubbing small circles on my back, not saying a word. If he had indeed uttered those three words, maybe he was wishing now he hadn’t. I didn’t want to make it awkward for him, so I just sat in his lap, my face buried in his chest, and soaked up the moment. I’d let him take charge and decide what happened next.
After what felt like forever, he cleared his throat and spoke in a gruff voice. “I’m fucking starving, babe. I need a huge steak. You okay if we skip the rest of the shopping and I take you to dinner?”
“I’d love that, but I need to clean up first.” Part of me was relieved and another disappointed that he hadn’t repeated those three words.
The sticky residue from his cum was still between my thighs. I found a small packet of travel tissues in my purse and Levi took them from me and wiped one gently between my legs. He’d gone from wild and out of control to sweet and caring again. Once most of it was wiped away, with only damp patches left on my skin, he spoke gruffly in my ear. “I want the rest to stay there on your skin. I’ve marked you as mine, Montana, and since it’s kinda our first public date as boyfriend and girlfriend, I want every other horny dog in the restaurant to sniff my cum on you and know you are taken.”
Wow. Just wow.
I’d never make the error of underestimating Levi Barrington the Third. Clearer in his intention no man could be.
This possessive side of Levi was overwhelming. Was this what it would be like to be his wife? I liked that he owned me, and that he would take me under his protection and possession.
I smiled inwardly. It was the first time I’d allowed myself to think about becoming anyone’s wife and it was strange letting myself go there after resisting it for such a long time, but somehow it just felt right. And if that ever became a reality, there was only one man I wanted to be tied to like that.
Levi’s hand disappeared into his jeans pocket and came back out holding a string of silver balls.
Oh good Lord, what next?
“Open your legs, baby. You’re wearing these for the rest of the night.”
I swallowed hard. I’d tried those before because apparently they were good for a woman’s pelvic-floor muscles. I’d lasted twenty minutes with those little suckers inside me before I had to go find BOB to help me out. After that, I only wore them when I was in the mood for an intense orgasm and not so much to exercise my vagina.
Levi chuckled when he saw my face.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like these?” He blew on the metal to warm them up.
“It’s not that I don’t like them—” I started. How could I explain that I may want to jump his cock in the middle of his steak?
“What then?”
“They drive me insane. Turn me into a bitch in heat,” I said, my insides on fire already.
“Just as long as you’re my bitch and you fuck my cock, that’s fine.” He stroked my hair. “It’s kinda the point, babe. To make you want me.” I detected the smallest amount of vulnerability in his voice.
What? Levi doesn’t know he’s the only man I want?
I cupped his face in my hands and gazed into his eyes. “I’ll always want you, Levi. Always.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m your girlfriend now. You better believe it.”
The brightness that lit his eyes could put a lightning bolt to shame. His hand nestled in my hair and held my head before he leaned in and covered my lips with his.
I broke the kiss and spread my legs. “I’m ready, baby. But remember my warning. If I suddenly go a little cray-cray, you gotta know what it is, okay? I’m gonna need your cock to fuck me—you better be prepared for me to ride you like never before.”
“Holy fuck. I’ve unleashed a wild woman,” he said, with awe in his voice.
“You still have time to back out,” I said, but I kept my legs spread wide. Like hell he’d take up that offer.
“No, I want to see my Montana out of control. I want to see you wild for my cock. I want you to ride me hard.”
He licked the balls and pushed them inside of me, one by one.
“Not that you needed lubrication, sweetheart. Your pussy is already dripping again.”
I said the words back to him he’d told me so often before. “It’s what you do to me, baby. It’s all you.”
“You’re killing me,” he groaned, as he removed his fingers and licked them clean.
“Think I’ve heard that before,” I said as I jumped off his lap. Damn. Those balls were heavier than the ones I’d had previously. I was in deep trouble.
As for Levi—he didn’t know what was waiting for him.
“You better order the biggest steak on the menu and eat up, because The Monster ain’t sleeping tonight.” I slipped my dress back on and fixed my hair, applied some lipstick and smiled at him. All he’d done was tuck his cock back in and stare at me.
I held out my hand. “Ready for your wild slut?” I giggled at the look on his face. Levi had no idea how much he’d be the one who needed that steak.
Chapter 33 — Levi
Halfway through dinner and I still hadn’t seen any signs of the wanton slut Montana had promised me. Was she just bluffing? Impressed by her voracious appetite, I’d watched her wolf down an appetizer and now she was digging into her own steak as if she hadn’t eaten for a week.
But I had a little surprise for her. One I hadn’t mentioned. The little toy sitting inside her was operable by remote control, and the lump in my pocket wasn’t only from my oversized dick.
I waited till dessert was served, and she had just taken her second bite of her chocolate mousse before I tested it. I’d set it to high earlier when I’d gone to the men’s room, and now I couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
I casually stuck my hand back into my pocket and pressed the button.
Montana dropped the teaspoon, her mouth forming a silent O as she sat upright. I pressed again. Her eyes widened in shock.
“Levi. Oh my God, I’m going to kill you.”
“What?” I said with a straight face. “Mousse have too many calories?” I squeezed the button again and watched her face. A fine sheen of sweat had already appeared. This was erotic as fuck. And fun, too.
Her eyes narrowed in on me. “Get your hand out of your pocket if you don’t want me fucking you on top of this table.” She growled like a lioness, and I sat back in my chair and just stared at her.
“Holy fuck, baby.”
The busty girl at the sex shop had warned me to start on low, but I’d thought in my wisdom that low would be too tame for my girl. “This model is far more advanced than the one described in Fifty Shades, so be careful,” she’d told me with a wide grin. Now I understood what she meant and why it was three times the price of the other similar products.
I wanted to see how far I could take this, and at what point Montana would snap and make good on her threat. I could handle it if she could.
I pressed again and waited. Montana closed her eyes and bit her lip. She squirmed in her seat for a moment and my whole body heated in a flash.
“That wasn’t so bad?” I teased, already with my thumb on the trigger. “Like it, sweetheart?”
“Levi,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. “Stop.”
I’d already pressed it.
She threw her head back, her hand going to the space between her legs.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she moaned, loud enough that anyone in a twenty-foot radius could clearly hear her.
Was she going to go all When Harry Met Sally
on me? I already knew her sound when she orgasmed and it was so much better than any actress could ever pull off. My dick stiffened to the max.
“Come with me,” she growled, grabbing my hand and jerking it with a force I didn’t expect.
A deathly silence had fallen over the entire place and all eyes were glued on us . . . Montana, actually.
“Where are we going?”
“Just follow me,” her eyes were on fire, and her lower lip cherry red as she’d bitten into it.
She surged forward with me in tow until we got to the family bathroom. It didn’t make sense. “Um, why here?”
“You’ll see,” she said as she locked the door behind us.
“Jeans, off.” Her shaky fingers tried to undo the top button, but as I tried to help her I must’ve hit the button again, because she gripped my arm and squeezed, her voice a low groan as she called out my name.
I undid the button and pulled my jeans down. She stared at my cock as if she’d never seen it before then unceremoniously pushed me backward into the chair I’d guess was meant for breastfeeding.
“I warned you, Levi, you didn’t listen. Now I’m going to ride your cock and you’re going to take it like a man.” She bundled her dress up around her hips and reached between her legs to pull the string and remove the balls from her pussy, then shoved them into my mouth. The taste of metal mixed with her arousal was unlike anything I’d ever had on my tongue.
She straddled my lap and lifted herself by pushing down hard on my shoulders. With a gasp she impaled my cock, then slammed down on my balls, taking me to the hilt.
My eyes rolled back in my head as her warmth enveloped me. Montana was making me pay for teasing her with the Kegel balls.
“I need this,” she groaned as she moved herself up and down my shaft, taking what she wanted without apology.
Chapter 34 — Levi
Monday morning, 6.27 A.M.
It was time to put a stop to all the bullshit that Jake had created. He no longer had the power he imagined, nor the hold on Montana he so desperately needed for him to force himself onto her. I didn’t care that he was a celebrity—in this country they were a dime a dozen, and one pretty face soon replaced another. What that said about our society left a bitter taste in my mouth, but Jake had it coming to him.
I dressed meticulously, wearing a yellow power-tie with a navy suit and white button-down shirt similar to the one Montana had worn at the loft. The image of her in my clothes flashed through my mind. It was a sight I’d never forget—her nipples pushing against the thousand-thread cotton fabric and her navel peeping through where she hadn’t fastened the buttons. Sometimes leaving something to the imagination was sexy as fuck, and Montana was the best kind of tease—it wasn’t fake or contrived, it just came naturally.
I slid behind the wheel of the Bentley, started the engine, and drove out of the parking garage into the traffic. My office was close by, yet it would take me a while to get there in the early-morning madness that was Manhattan. For the first time, though, I didn’t mind, because it gave me time to think and strategize on how to solve the Snake dilemma.
After the amazing weekend Montana and I’d had together, I was even more committed to heeding Gramps’s advice. Now that I’d had a taste of what living with Montana was like, I couldn’t imagine my life any other way. Yet a small part of her still held back. And I was pretty certain it was all because of Jake fucking Monroe.
Still lost in my thoughts, I was taken by surprise when my phone rang through my Bluetooth, and I pressed the button to take the call.
“Hey, Red. What’s up?”
“Hey, Levi. I can’t get hold of Monty. Her phone doesn’t seem to be switched on.”
I had to chuckle at Red’s extensive vocabulary of curse words as I told her what had happened to Montana at her apartment, and hence why her phone was out of order. I assured her that her friend was safe and under my protection, and that I wouldn’t allow any harm to come to Montana.
“Well that’s a relief.” She let out a sigh.
“You can reach her at the loft on the landline or on her new phone we got over the weekend.” I gave her both numbers, and she repeated them back to me to check she’d written them down correctly. In a way I was glad that nobody but Red and I could reach her for now.
Red clucked her tongue. “I go away for a weekend and come back to find that Jake is still causing havoc.” She fell silent for a few seconds before she huffed, “That fucker needs to go down and get the hell out of Monty’s life. Enough already.” I could just imagine her green eyes blazing as she made her statement.
“So you agree with my thoughts that Jake is behind this?”
“Hell yeah, I have no doubt. Beckham and I didn’t just go away for a dirty weekend. We went back to the little hometown where Monty and I grew up to do some investigating.”
“You did? Find anything?”
My opinion of Beckham Drake was changing for the better. Since he’d set his sights on Red, I’d relaxed about the fact he’d be working closely with Montana. Plus he had to be one of the good guys by refusing to fire Montana and tackling the scandal head-on. Not many bosses would defend their executives as he’d done, and I’d believed he wasn’t just doing it to impress Montana’s friend, but that he was genuine in his intentions.
Red laughed. “Of course we did. And that’s why I was trying to call Monty. Once I knew Jake was Jacqui, it was relatively easy to trace her . . . um, his steps.”
“Where are you now?” I interrupted. My heart raced at the thought of finally nailing the Snake.
“Beckham and I are just driving back from JFK. We’ll be in Manhattan soon.”
Red was smart as fuck on top of being feisty. If anyone could get the information we needed, it would be her.
“Tell me everything. I’m stuck in traffic, so I have time to burn.”
“I found pictures of Jacqueline and a copy of the video some girl took of Jacqui smashing their car window because of an argument she’d had with her. Seems Jacqui left a trail of enemies who I’m sure, with a bit of persuasion, would testify against Jacqui’s character.”
Disappointment swirled through my gut, and my whole body felt heavy. “Hang on a sec, how will that help us? As good as the information is, it’s about Jake as a former persona, not Jake himself.”
Red clucked her tongue again. “Are you gonna listen or what? Does a person ever really change, even if they’ve done something as radical as Jaqueline?”
She couldn’t see me but that didn’t stop me from shaking my head. It wasn’t impossible, but it was very improbable.
She didn’t wait for me to answer. “Anyway . . . where was I?”
“You said you found something from Jake’s past we could use.” If only she knew how badly I hoped she had something useful.
“Oh, yes. That’s only the beginning. It gets better.” The pride in her voice was unmistakable.
“I’m all ears,” I assured her, then let out a loud curse as I swerved to miss a taxi that ran a red light. I’d been so distracted that I was driving on autopilot and not really looking out for crazy drivers with a death wish.
“Levi? You okay?”
“Yeah. Damn taxi nearly killed me,” I huffed, my body shaking as adrenaline coursed through it. I pulled over to the curb to give myself time to recover and just focus on the conversation. It was a no parking zone, but I didn’t care. As much as I loved New York, there were times I truly hated the congestion and reckless driving by impatient cabbies. That was why Wilson drove me most days, so I could get some work done in the back seat while he navigated the madness.
Red’s voice drew me back from my thoughts. “That’s what I hate about big cities. It was so peaceful in the small town. Beckham liked it, too. He’d never been south. He said he couldn’t believe Monty and I were born and raised there. I took it as a compliment. That’s how he meant it, right?”
Hadn’t she said that Beckham was driving the vehicle and was ri
ght beside her? I guessed she was making a point she wanted him to hear.
“Sure,” I said, careful not to offend her—or him for that matter.
I couldn’t help smiling. A few times during sex Montana had been so swept up in the moment that her southern way of speaking was clearly audible, but I found it so damn cute and charming I’d never mentioned it because I didn’t want her to stop doing it. It was what made my girl unique, and I loved everything about her.
“What does that mean?” Red sounded quite indignant.
I just laughed. “Never mind.” Already I felt better than I had a few moments ago. “Anyway, let’s get back to what you discovered on your trip.”
She snorted—yep, actually snorted—before she continued. “Turns out Beckham is smart too, and so we followed Jacqui’s trail all the way to the surgeon who did the sex change. Apparently the doctor was up for charges on some shady dealings, so all his records were on file at the police station for an investigation they had on the bastard. Beckham pulled some strings and we got access to Jacqui’s file. We have enough material to bury the asshole once and for all.”
I sucked in a deep breath. This was great news and might just be the ammunition I needed. Amazing what a person could achieve if you were well connected. It had served me over the years, and of course Beckham had the same kind of clout.
Since I was only two blocks from the office, I pulled away from the curb back into the traffic, keeping my eyes peeled for idiots this time.
“Shall we catch up over a coffee and decide what to do next? I’d like to get Jake off Monty’s back so she can settle down with a nice man and be happy.” The determination in her tone didn’t surprise me. Red was a go-getter and I was sure she usually got her way about most things.
“You and me, Red. As long as the nice man you have in mind is me.”
She chuckled. “Who else? Beckham is mine, and although I’m a little shocked by how sexually adventurous my shy little friend has become, I’m loving that she’s opened up to you. You must be one hell of a guy to have talked her into it in the first place after what happened with her step—” She went all quiet. “Oh shit, me and my big mouth.”
