“Me neither, babe. I hate not being able to take you out on dates or have you cheer for me at games. Fuck, I want nothing more than for you to wear my jersey and be my girl, yelling my name in the stands, but when I say that your dad is still very much on some sick, psychotic path to get you to go back to school, I’m not kidding. And I don’t want to come clean to him until you’re ready to face the backlash because there will be a lot.”
“I know.” She pauses for a moment and looks me in the eyes. “Are you worried that when he finds out that I’ll leave you?”
My jaw tenses. I need to be honest with her. “I’ve thought about it. I’ve seen how these things work, how outside stresses can hurt a relationship. I’ve seen it with my guys, and yeah, I worry that you might not want to be with me because it’s too hard.”
“I think about that too,” she says. “But with you leaving me. You thinking that I’m not worth the agony my dad will put you through when he finds out.”
I shake my head. “Not going to happen.”
“You say that now . . .”
“Wylie.” I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I was looking for you for a goddamn year with no name, no hope as to who you might be. I was working off a solid dick rubbing, sparring conversation, and life-altering kiss as my memory. I had a horrible private detective and some hotel camera footage, but I held out. Now that I’ve found you, there’s no fucking way I’m letting you go, even if that means I’m put through hell. I’m not leaving. You can guarantee that.”
That brings a smile to her face as she straddles my lap, stirring my cock awake. “Then maybe we figure out a way to talk to my dad.”
“We’re going at your pace, Wylie,” I say as she rocks over my hardening dick.
“My pace? Promise?”
I slowly nod as I feel her arousal against my length. “You’re in control, babe.”
“Well, if that’s the case . . .”
She slides down my body and swirls her tongue over my erection. Yup, she can be in charge all she wants.
“Levi!”Wylie screams from the kitchen where she’s toasting us bagels. “Levi, oh my God, Levi!”
Barely able to put on my briefs, I rush to the kitchen where Wylie stands in the middle of it, her hand covering her mouth and tears streaming down her face.
“Shit, what’s going on?” I ask as I rush up to her, panic racing through my chest.
She doesn’t say anything, she just cries, which is fucking terrifying, so I pick her up and place her on the counter so I can look her in the eyes.
“Baby, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”
She takes a deep breath and then points behind me. “My phone.”
I look over my shoulder at her phone that’s on the counter and quickly grab it.
I turn the screen to her, and she plugs in her password, then turns it back around to me.
It takes me a second for my eyes to focus on the email.
Dear Wylie,
Thank you so much for sending over these incredible drawings of me. To be honest, I was expecting another logo entry, but to my surprise, this was something incredibly different. I have to say, you are outstandingly talented. You captured my eroticism, the beauty in my job, and I’ve never felt sexier.
I spoke with my team, showed them the pictures, and we think your idea has a lot of merit. We’d love to talk to you about it in person. Think you can fly down to Los Angeles this week? I know it’s short notice, but we’d like to run some things by you.
Let me know and we’ll book you a flight. Look forward to hearing from you.
Yours truly,
Patty
I look up at her, my mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit, Wylie.”
“I know.” Tears stream down her face. “Levi, this . . . this could be it.”
“Wylie, this is it. Holy shit!” I lift her off the counter and spin her around the kitchen while her legs wrap around my waist. “This is amazing.”
She cries into my shoulder, happy tears pouring out of her as I set her back on the counter. I wipe at her tears and when they’re clear, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a kiss, mauling my mouth and not giving me a second to adjust. It’s like a full-frontal attack as her fingers slip under the waistband of my briefs and push them down. With her mouth still making out with mine, she takes her shirt up and over her head, leaving us both naked.
She hops off the counter and turns around, looking over her shoulder. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Levi.”
Well, Jesus.
“Baby—”
“Fuck me, Levi. I’m ready.” She grips my cock and gives it a few pumps before she presses it up against her entrance. She’s already wet. “Don’t make me beg.”
Christ.
I grip her hips and then slide into her slick pussy, groaning the whole time. She squeezes while I slip into her, making the pressure of my entrance fucking incredible.
I grip her hips and thrust into her.
“That’s it. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”
A tingling sensation erupts on the back of my neck as I grip her harder and smack into her, bottoming out with every thrust.
“Yes, Levi. Fuck, yes.” She angles her ass up, giving me better access, and I continue to pump into her, only letting go of her to spank her, which causes her pussy to contract around me. “Oh my God, again,” she yells. “Please, again.”
I listen. I spank her . . . over and over until her ass cheek is bright red, but she keeps begging for more, so I move over to the other side and spank her, marking her beautiful skin until she tightens around me. Before I know it, she’s calling out my name and coming, convulsing around my cock.
“Fuck, baby, so good,” I say as I pump harder while she’s contracting, and after the fifth pump, my body stills, and I spill into her, my cum filling her until nothing is left inside me.
Feeling fucking faint, I lean over her body and pepper kisses over her back.
“Jesus, what was that?”
“That . . .” She lifts, and I release myself from her. She faces me and places her hands on my chest. “That was I-might-cry-from-excitement sex, so fuck me so I stop crying.”
“Hell.” I drag my hand over my face. “Well, I’ll be more than happy to stop you from crying anytime you want.” She chuckles, but I cup her face and grow serious. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Wylie. So goddamn proud. This is huge, and you worked hard at it. You tested what you wanted to do, and this is that foot in the door you were looking for. This is just the start.”
“Thank you.” She places her hands on top of mine. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Yes, you could have,” I say. “You did this all on your own. I was just here for the journey.”
She stands on her toes and kisses me on the chin. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Wylie.”
Chapter Nineteen
WYLIE
Wylie:I’m going to puke. Oh my God, I can feel it. I can feel the puke, Levi.
Levi:Take steady breaths, babe. It will be okay.
Wylie:But what if I have my hopes up, and she doesn’t want anything to do with my drawings?
Levi:She wouldn’t have contacted you and flown you to her office if she didn’t want anything to do with your drawings. Be strong, baby. You’ve got this. Then come back home to me, and we’ll celebrate in the best way possible.
Wylie:And what would this celebrating entail?
Levi:Your choice.
Wylie:Ooo, if that’s the case, I want a vibrator in your ass.
Levi:Surprised you haven’t done it yet. I’m all for it. Make me hard as stone, Wylie.
Wylie:God, I love how sexually open you are.
Levi:Whatever you want, I’m at your disposal.
Wylie:I can’t wait.
Levi:Got to get out on the ice. Remember, you’re mine. Don’t let Patty hit on you.
Wylie:LOL. Can’t make any promises. She’s so hot.
Levi:I know, but remember who you belong to.
Wylie: Looking at my bracelets now. Only you.
Levi:Fucking right. Love you, Wylie. Good luck.
Wylie:Love you too.