“Levi,” she moans my name, and my dick doubles in size. I love the way my name sounds off her lips. I grind into her again, deepening our kiss. I want to kiss her forever, take everything from her and when she has nothing left, take some more.
“You’re not done with me,” I growl, demanding she understand. She woke something inside me that day in the closet and is crazy if she thinks I’m just going to walk away from it. I kick her legs open with my knee and shove my hand down her suit bottoms, finding the tight warmth I’ve been fucking dying to feel again. I slide two fingers inside her slick sex and swallow each moan with my kisses as I work her hard and fast.
“This is not something you quit, Hannah. What you started, it’s nowhere near done.” I take my fingers and push up, going as deep as I can, until a small whimper escapes her lips.
“Levi.” My name off her lips is like music to my ears.
“That’s it, baby, let go.” I fuck her with my fingers, feeling the exact moment her orgasm takes over. Her walls clench around me, her lips breaking from mine as she leans back against the tree.
God, she is fucking beautiful when she comes. I work her slowly, until the sensitivity of her post-orgasm causes her to squirm. I pull out and put her bottoms back in place, taking in her flushed cheeks and glazed-over eyes. It puts a cocky grin on my face appreciating I brought her to that place.
“Oh my god.” She lifts her head, trying to hide her face. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Again, you mean?” I push, testing her comfort level. She groans, and I laugh.
“I was hoping you were too asleep to remember,” she mumbles into my shirt.
“I fucking sucked on my fingers after you left. I’m pretty sure there was no way that was a dream.” She lifts her head, her eyes shy but curious.
“Oh god, what are we doing here?”
That’s a damn good question. And I have no idea how to answer it. Never in a million years had I imagined I’d have my mind wrapped around Kipley Matthews’ little sister. But dammit, I’m fucking glad it is.
“I have no idea, but I’m nowhere near done finding out.” I waste no more time. I scoop her up in my arms and start hustling her back toward the campsite. Her little squeal turns me on and makes me walk faster. If I wasn’t worried about tripping over a branch and launching her out of my arms, I’d start sprinting. Now that the barrier between us is finally down, I have one mission and one mission only.
Hannah
I cannot believe what’s happening right now. I saw my day going to crap as I hurried back, ready to hitchhike home. But then Levi came for me. And before I knew it, I was coming for him.
Oh god!
I giggle as he essentially runs while carrying me back to the campsite. I want to ask him why he’s in such a hurry, but every time I open my mouth, he trips, and I yelp, scared I’m going to go flying.
When we make it back, Levi goes straight for his tent, unlatching the zipper and throwing it down. He carries me inside and lays me on the air mattress, wasting no time in covering me with his strong body, his mouth over mine.
I still can’t believe this is happening. Levi, in all his glory, kissing me. Me! And this time, I can’t say it’s because of trickery or sleep. My body is intuitively sensitive to the way his molds to mine, the way his lips consume me. He stimulates every sensual fiber in me as my tongue does a perfect waltz around his.
I wrap my arms behind his neck, bringing him closer, silently showing him I want this too. All the years I pined over this man, it almost doesn’t feel real. I never felt worthy of Levi. Never imagined he’d give me the time of day. Doubt sours my stomach, afraid I might be looking too far into this. But how could I not? I’m so far out of his league, it does seem too good to be true. The doubt grows heavier as I think about how we got here: my scheme, a typical man’s need for sex. That’s all this could be. He was right when he said this was wrong. The trouble he would face from my brother if he ever found out. His job. The disappointment from my father.
“Oh god.” I start to pull away.
“What? What’s wrong?” His eyes cast over me with concern.
“I just…I’m not sure this is right. You have a lot to lose, and I’m not worth it. I know I tricked—”
Levi’s finger presses against my lips. “Stop. I know what you’re doing. You’re doubting this. Stop.”
“But you’re right, we—”
More pressure to my mouth. “Yes, this is a crazy fucking idea, and if anyone finds out, I’m dead. But don’t get it in that pretty little head of yours that you’re not worth it. Because you are.”
I suck in my lower lip and bite down to stop the emotions from overcoming me. No one has ever said that to me. My whole life, I’ve struggled to fit in, be noticed, be someone, and in one sentence, Levi has made me feel all those things.
“Thank you.” It’s barely a whisper, but he hears it. His tender smile touches my heart, and he bends down, replacing his fingers with his soft lips. He kisses me gently, taking it slower.
All too soon, he’s pulling his lips from mine. “It’s the truth, Hannah. I may have never seen you before, but I see you now. I have no idea what we’re doing. Not a fucking clue. But I want this. I know you do too. Let me show you just how much.”
His lips are back on mine as his hands roam over my body, the tips of his fingers inciting sparks from every single nerve ending. He unsnaps my bathing suit top, skimming the straps down my arms, then moves to my bottoms. His fingers run along my hips, gripping the fabric, then rolling it down my legs. I kick them off, and he pulls at his, throwing them on top of mine. His shirt is up and over his head, leaving us both completely bare and vulnerable. His mouth drops down to my chin, kisses trailing down my neck, past my collarbone, between my breasts.
I arch my back as he cups my breast, massaging my hard and perked nipple between his fingers. It’s impossible to keep silent as he sucks it into his warm mouth, using his teeth to scrape at my flesh. The amount of buildup sparking from his assault has my body in flames. My skin is overheated, my sex pulsating on overdrive.
My hands work their way into Levi’s thick hair, unsure if I should pull him closer or push him away. I’ve never been so consumed with need for someone as I am for him, and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing. His painstaking slowness has me on edge and in dire need…of what, I’m not sure.
“Levi…” I beg him to give me the answers I’m desperate for.
He releases my breast, working his way back to my lips. “Jesus, Hannah, you’re shaking.”
“I’m nervous,” I confess. “I feel…I feel…”
“I know exactly how you feel. I can tell by your flushed skin, the way your hands grip my hair so tight. I bet if I put my mouth on your clit, it would throb against my tongue.”
His brash words cause my legs to squeeze, and he grins, adjusting himself so his hard length rests between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Hannah.” He bends down, placing a wet, open-mouth kiss to my neck. “Tell me so I can give you exactly what you crave.”
His words have me in a trance. My body is begging for him. “I want you inside me,” I respond fearlessly. I’ve never been so bold with my words. But he doesn’t judge me, laugh, or pull away. He centers himself where I want him, and with one last connection of our eyes, pushes inside me.
Sheer bliss channels through me as he fills me. I spread my legs wider offering him all of me, and he pulls back to enter me with more force.
“Fuck, I want to go slow with you. But you feel so damn good.” Another thrust, and I can’t agree more. I thread my fingers through his hair and wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips slightly, giving him deeper access. He shifts, his movements becoming faster, more punishing, aggressive, amazing. My vision blurs as I fall down Levi’s rabbit hole, basking in his wonderful, orgasmic ways. The world around me fades away, and Levi slams into me once more before pulling out and soaking my belly with his own orgasm.
We’
re both at war with our pounding chests, fighting to get our breathing under control. “Holy hell, that was…”
“Hannah? Kip? Anyone here?”
Time stops. We both freeze, hearts pounding for a whole new reason.
“Oh, fuck.” I have never seen true fear in someone’s eyes until this moment. As my dad’s voice travels through the campsite, we both lose our fresh, post-sex flush.
“Shit.” Levi jumps up, grabbing his t-shirt and throwing it at me. I hurry and wipe at my stomach, frantically searching for my clothes. “Here,” Levi whispers, tossing me my tank top. Next, my shorts are thrown at me, while he hobbles on one leg, trying to get his foot through his board shorts.
“Hello?”
“Oh my god, he’s right there!” I’m dead. Levi’s dead. My dad is going to kill us both.
“Seriously, calm down. He’s not gonna know. He has to know we shared a tent. We were taking a nap. You didn’t feel good.” I nod furiously, trying to calm down, which is impossible. “I’m going to go out first. Come out in like five minutes.” He unzips the tent and hops out, closing it back behind him.
What in the hell were we thinking? If it wasn’t my dad, it could have been my brother, or Stacey, or…ugh Rebecca. I wouldn’t mind her catching us.
“Hey, Mr. Matthews. Glad you made it.”
“Stop. It’s Jim. Where is everyone? Did I miss the party?”
“No. Hannah didn’t feel well, so she’s taking a nap.”
Oh god, I know my dad. He’s going to want to check on me and it probably smells like fresh sex in here. I panic and bust out of the tent.
“Daddy! You made it!” I boast, saving Levi from answering the question we both knew was coming.
“Hey, princess. How’re you feeling? Where’s the rest of the gang?” The moment my dad starts walking toward me, something hits me. What if I smell like fresh sex? I panic some more and step away from him, heading toward the fire.
“They’re at the docks swimming. I wasn’t feeling well. Too much sun. Levi walked me back up here. Did you bring me a tent?” I ask, lifting a charred piece of wood, purposely rubbing ashes on me. Levi begins staring at me strangely, but I don’t care. Shit, I should probably get him over here to do the same.
“Honey, you’re getting yourself all dirty.”
“It’s fine. Keeps the mosquitos away.” To make matters worse, I start spreading the ash all up and down my arms. Levi shakes his head, staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. I’m not sure why, though. He should be following suit. A father’s instinct is very strong. If he wants to live, he would be smart and start rolling in the dirt or something.
“Whatever you say, baby. So, Levi, I can’t thank you enough. Your recommendation to have Braydon stay back and assist on the Clifton case was a lifesaver. Fine job that young man did.”
Hold the phone—what? My brow furrows, and I turn to my dad. “What did you just say?”
Levi steps in. “It wasn’t a recommendation, just offering some names.”
“Son, you personally guided me to the best shot we had. Recommending Braydon for the job saved us. Great work.”
My mouth drops, and my wide eyes find Levi, who refuses to make contact with me. “You told my father to put Braydon on the case?”
Levi turns to me, his eyes seeping guilt. That asshole. “I didn’t tell him—”
“After you knew he was coming, you picked him out of everyone, knowing he was my date for the weekend?”
“Oh, come on now, it wasn’t like that. He didn’t need to be here anyway. He’s not family.”
My eyes squint, my lips pressing into a hard line. Family? Is he insane right now?
“Baby, Levi’s right. These are family trips. He would have felt out of place.” My head snaps toward my dad.
“Oh, is Rebecca family now?”
“Honey, Rebecca’s one of Stacey’s closest friends, Braydon is just an acquaintance of yours. It wouldn’t have been right for him to come.”
Everyone has lost their marbles. I face Levi, shooting daggers at him with my glare. They are aimed and firing right at him.
“You had no right to mess with my plans.”
“Oh, and you still wish he was here? That he came?”
I’m so mad, I can strangle him. He had no right to decide what was best for me. He had no right to choose who I spent my time with. My anger fuels my response. “Even more so now.” I drop the stupid piece of wood and turn to my dad, not caring he just witnessed our argument.
“I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well. Can I just take your car home? You can ride back with Kipley.” Levi’s eyes dart my way, but I ignore him and anything he wants to say. I also know he won’t in front of my dad.
“Are you sure, honey? It’s a long drive.”
“I’m sure. This was a mistake coming here. I just want to go home.”
My dad’s eyes soften. “All right, honey. I bet your mom will be happy to have some time with you.”
I don’t waste another second before going to grab my bag, sensing some relief Levi won’t dare follow me. Luckily, my dad traps him with work talk, allowing me the space I need to pack my things. Once I’m done, I exit the tent and take the long way around the fire so I can hug my dad without giving Levi anything but my back.
“Drive safe, baby girl. Call me when you get home.”
“Will do, Dad.” I offer him a kiss on the cheek, and before Levi can think of a clever way to get my attention without being obvious, I hightail it to my dad’s car and out of Ketterville.
Hannah
“Seriously, don’t worry about it.” I smile across the desk at Braydon as we sip our morning coffee. I sigh into my cup, the first taste of French vanilla gracing my taste buds. “I’m glad you were able to help. My dad praised how you came through. Great job!” My mind wanders from the present to the weekend, and I lose myself in thought.
I drove straight home Saturday, making it home by nine. My mom was super happy to see me, and it allowed us to cuddle on the couch and catch up on some of our girly shows.
I texted Dad I got home safe and placed my phone on mute. I half expected Levi to make an effort to call me, text me at the least, to explain himself, but those messages never came. For a second, I made an excuse, trying to convince myself he didn’t have my phone number, but we work together. He has all my information.
As the night progressed, I received a few texts from Kip telling me he was sad I left and everyone missed me. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. What a lie. Then, when Kip sent a snapshot of them all by the fire, Rebecca’s claws all over Levi, I shut my phone off.
My brain and heart were at war. What was I really doing with Levi? Playing with fire? Probably. Setting myself up for major heartache? No brainer. I don’t get who I think I am trying to play on the same field as Levi. I still can’t understand what he truly sees in me. Then again, people say so many things in the heat of the moment.
As Golden Girls played, I wondered how it would have been if I’d never tricked Levi into meeting me in the closet. If we only worked together, would he have ever seen me as more than Kipley’s younger sister. Or would he have grown to see what he claims to see now? Would my smarts and dorky personality have won him over?
I slumped into the couch, using my mom as a comfort blanket to coddle my wounded heart and feeling defeated. I already knew the answer. And it was a big, fat no. And that’s what made this whole situation even worse. I finally got what I’ve always dreamed of, but it was at the hands of a lie.
I was playing so far out of my league. I had to stick with what I knew. And that was someone like Braydon Connor.
Braydon’s voice brings me back to the present. “I know, but I still feel horrible. I got you this.” I shake off my thoughts and focus my attention on Braydon as he bends to the side of his desk, surprising me with a single red rose.
“Oh, Braydon! You didn’t have to do that.” I accept the flower, bringing it to my nose.
“It’s the least I
could do. And hopefully you’ll allow me to take you to lunch today. Help cure my guilt with food and great company.”
I offer him an easy smile, faltering slightly in my enthusiasm. My mind wants to go back to him. Wish it was him working for my attention. But he’s all wrong.
This is right.
It’s for the best.
“Absolutely.”
“Great! I have just the place. If you want, you can stay down here for a bit, keep me updated on your current workload. Learn any new juicy details on the Miller case while in the woods?”
“The Miller case? No, why?”
There’s a pregnant pause between my questions and his response. “Just curious. That’s a huge case to be on, especially one to start on board with. Kind of want to live vicariously through you.”
“Me? I don’t think I’ve done anything too exciting. I’m just a paralegal. Entering all the testimonies and babysitting all the confidential files.”
“Now you’re just showing off.” He laughs.
“What do you mean?”
“Tons of people died. Huge conspiracy. Who are the bad guys and good guys? I’m curious what information they have to win. I’d cut my left arm off to get on that case.”
This is the case everyone is talking about. And lucky me, I guess I did come on board at the right time. The firm has been working diligently on this the past year. But it wasn’t until a few months ago a witness came forward to testify, offering them new evidence that would land them a win.
Miller Industries, a pretentious construction company, was originally founded in New York, but has since expanded all over the states. A heavy-hitter in the building industry, they have their name on half the construction in the Midwest. They pushed their way into town after town, the latest being the off-the-map town of Crete, and convinced—more like coerced—the quiet town to allow them to expand and build a new state of the art business center. They broke ground a year ago, doing everything possible to push through all the ordinances to get the project under way. An eleven-month timeframe was going to be done in under six. This was going to be the first and only business center in the small town of Crete, creating an abundance of new jobs. The only problem was the blueprints were approved under what seemed to be the duress of the city council. The owner of Miller Industries, Benjamin Miller, was what you called a man who didn’t play by the rules. From all the testimonies I read, he had so many people in his back pocket, I couldn’t grasp how he kept his pants from falling off.
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