“Yes, oh my God. Levi . . . ahh,” she cries as her entire body convulses. She screams out in pleasure, her orgasm ripping through her at such a powerful rate as her pussy grips me like a vise.
“Motherfucker,” I yell as I pulse one more time just as she clenches around me. I still as my cock swells and I spill into her, shooting my cum so hard that everything around me goes black, and my body floats as all feeling and sensation is directed toward my cock pulsing inside her. “Jesus Christ.”
I take calming breaths as I twitch inside her, both of us catching our breath.
After a few seconds, I slowly remove myself and pick her up from the bed. She feels spent in my arms as I carry her into the bathroom where I set her on the counter and start a bath for us. While the water is running, I cup her cheek. She lazily smiles up at me as I kiss her lips.
“You okay?”
“Perfect,” she says. “Really perfect.”
“Good.” I bring my hands to her hips and say, “We should have talked about this sooner, but are you on birth control?”
She chuckles and nods. “I wouldn’t let you come like that if I wasn’t. There’s no doubt that would have made me pregnant.”
I laugh and kiss her forehead. “Yeah, pretty sure that’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Same,” she says as she rests her head against my chest. “I’m . . . I’m exhausted.”
“Then let me take care of you.” I wrap my arms around her and rub her back. “You’re all mine, Wylie, and I’ll do everything to make sure you’re protected and taken care of.”
Everything.
Levi: There’s going to be a delivery at the apartment soon. Wanted to let you know so you aren’t alarmed when people knock on the door.
Wylie:Ooo, a delivery, what is it?
Levi:Something for you.
Wylie:Really?
Levi:Yup. I want you to be comfortable, and I want you to be inspired.
Wylie:Are you going to make me cry?
Levi:I hope not. The only crying I want from you is when you’re calling out my name. By the way, how do you feel? Sore?
Wylie:Yeah, but it’s a good kind of sore.
Levi:I’m sorry.
Wylie:Please don’t apologize. I want to be sore from your cock. I want to walk around and still feel you inside me. I want to look in the mirror and see your beard burn. I want all of it.
Levi:Baby, don’t get me hard in the locker room.
Wylie:When will you be home?
Levi:After a training session. Won’t be long.
Wylie:Good because I want you again.
Levi:I want you every goddamn second.
Chapter Seventeen
WYLIE
“May we come in?” one of the deliverymen asks.
“Of course,” I say as I step aside. They roll in a large square box and a second smaller one.
“Over there in the corner,” the other man says.
“Is that the corner he was talking about?” the other guy says.
“Yes, matches the picture.”
What on earth did Levi get me?
I keep the door open as I watch the men open the box, peeling the sides down to reveal a camel-colored oversized leather chair. They set it in the corner, near the window, and then remove a side table that they place right next to it. Then they look around the room for a second until they spot the fiddle leaf fig tree and move it to the side table and place it on top.
My heart flutters.
They then pick everything up and hand me a card before leaving. When the door’s shut, I open the letter and read it.
Wylie,
I wanted to offer you a space where you can curl up and let your art inspire. I know you’re going to create beautiful things, and I can’t wait to see it all.
Enjoy, baby.
Yours,
Levi
I clutch the letter to my chest and let out a deep sigh.
No one has ever done something so thoughtful for me. No prior boyfriend and certainly never my father . . . It makes me feel so cherished. As if what I need, what I feel, is extremely important. As I consider Levi’s apology, his restraint—and then his lack of restraint—his complete focus on me? That’s . . . incredible.
Oh God . . . I think I might be falling for him.
I’m sittingcross-legged in my chair when Levi arrives home.
He walks through the door, and the largest smile spreads across his face when his eyes land on me.
“You didn’t text me,” he says.
“I wanted to show my appreciation in person,” I say and pat the chair. “Come here.”
He sets his things down, takes off his shoes, and walks over to me looking all kinds of good in a tight long-sleeved shirt and joggers.
He takes a seat next to me since the chair offers enough space for us both, and he puts his arm around me. I snuggle into his chest and lift to place a kiss on his cheek. “This was incredibly sweet, Levi. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says, resting his hand on my hip. “I wanted you to have a comfortable place to draw, and I thought near the window and the fiddle leaf fig would be ideal.”
I chuckle. “The fig tree was a nice addition. You should have seen them look for it and then carefully place it on the table.”
“I’m glad you said carefully. I told them it was of the utmost importance that they were careful, and I tipped them well, so I’m glad they listened.”
“They did.” I draw small circles on his chest. “This was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” I look up at him and try not to get emotional, but I can’t help it. “I love that you believe in me, Levi.”
He shifts to look at me as well. “Of course I do. If you’re passionate about something, then I’m going to believe in you and support you. That’s how it should work.”
“You’re right,” I say softly. “That’s how it should work.”
Unfortunately, that’s not how it works with my dad.
He must be able to tell what I’m thinking about because he lifts my chin and says, “He’ll come around, Wylie.”
“But what if he doesn’t?” My eyes well up with tears, and I hate that I’m getting emotional over this.
“Hey,” he says softly as he pulls me onto his lap so he can look at me better. I reach up to wipe at my tears, but he beats me to it. The pads of his strong thumbs run below my eyes, catching my tears. “Don’t cry, Wylie.”
“I’m sorry.” I let out a low breath. “I just . . . I’ve never had someone believe in me like you do, other than Sandie, and you haven’t even seen anything I’ve done. How can you so freely hand it over, and my dad can’t?”
He runs his hands over my sides soothingly as he says, “I really don’t know, Wylie. I wish I could give you a reason, but sometimes parents can be blinded by the future they planned out for their children, not realizing, that it’s not up to them to plan it. It’s up to them to nurture the plans you have for yourself.”
My lip wobbles before more tears fall down my cheeks. “I wish he was different. I wish his love wasn’t conditional. I wish he would accept me for who I am and what I want.”
“I wish that too, Wylie,” he says softly. “And maybe someday he will, but you have to keep being you. You have to keep being the person you want to be, and you have to keep working toward your goals, regardless of whether he approves. Allow him to catch up to you. Don’t fall back to appease him.”
I stare down at his handsome face and endearing eyes, and I think he’s such a different man than I initially believed him to be. In my head, he was the playboy, the guy who fought on the ice and fucked at night, and I wanted a piece of that. It felt dangerous and exciting, but sitting here with him, being around him the last few weeks, I can see he’s anything but that man.
He’s kind.
He’s hilarious.
He has a warm heart.
He’s compassionate and supportive.
He’s the complete and total opposite of my father, and I truly believe that’s why I want to cling to him.
Why I need him in my life.
Why I want him so desperately because I want the comfort. I want the protection. I want the stability he offers so freely.
“Thank you,” I say to him as I lean down and kiss him softly on the lips.
When I pull away, he says, “No need to thank me, babe. I’m here for you.”
“I know you are, and I can’t tell you how appreciative I am of that.”
“You don’t need to,” he says. “We support each other. That’s how it goes. At the end of the day, we’re there for each other.”
I play with the collar of his shirt. “You say that as if we’re in a real relationship.”
His brow quirks up. “Uh, we are.”