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Everyone is staring again as we walk into the dining room. I try not to fidget with my hair or the neckline of my top.
Levi makes a beeline for his chair at the big table, and I go back to the kitchen area, having already resolved, based on what he said earlier, that I’ll plate up his food myself for every breakfast and dinner.
Dinner is some sort of stew—venison, I’m guessing, with some root vegetables from the Nelsons’ farm. It looks decent and there’s not any way to significantly improve it. So I grill up his bread instead of tearing off a chunk like everyone else gets and ladle out his stew into a bowl, inspired to take a few strips of grated carrot from the cutting board and forming cute little rosettes out of them to place in the bowl.
I’m pleased with my attempts as I carry the food over to Levi, setting it on the table in front of him.
There’s a little murmur from the table as everyone sees how nice his meal looks.
Levi makes no indication of appreciation at all. Just picks up his spoon and starts to eat.
I hesitate behind him, unsure what I’m supposed to do now. There are other women at the big table, which there weren’t at breakfast. And the seat next to him is empty. Is that for me? Or should I lurk behind him like I did at breakfast, ready to jump to wait on him?
Levi solves my problem by yanking the chair next to him out from the table and gesturing toward it. He’s not even looking at me, but I know what he means.
I hurry to sit next to him.
In less than a minute, a young man I haven’t yet met has brought me over my stew and bread.
That evening, after I go to the bathroom and wash up in the tent, I return to the room and change into another little nightgown. This one is lavender cotton knit with cap sleeves and a loose cinch under my breasts.
I’m waiting by the door to unbar it when Levi knocks about fifteen minutes later. He’s carrying the same battery-operated lantern he used yesterday.
As he steps into the room, I climb onto the bed, sitting instead of lying down.
He stares at me for several seconds from the doorway before he locks and bars the door.
“What?” I finally ask when he keeps staring from the other side of the room.
“No one should be so fuckin’ pretty,” he says gruffly. “Turns us all into weak-willed saps. Let down your hair.”
Despite his tone, I understood the words to be a compliment. I’m flushing yet again as I undo the clip I used to twist up my hair when I was washing earlier. I meant to take it out earlier and forgot.
“Shit,” Levi breathes out as my hair falls down over my shoulders and back.
He blows out the candle I lit (since I don’t have a lantern or flashlight) and sets the lantern on his nightstand. Then he strips off his clothes, everything except his underwear, and climbs onto the bed.
After a brief hesitation, he lies down on his back, staring at me as I sit on folded legs.
When he gestures toward my gown, I pull it off over my head.
His eyes immediately drop to my breasts and then farther to the cleft between my thighs.
I can’t help but like the way his expression heats up as he stares at me.
He’s already getting hard. Quicker than yesterday. And even I’m feeling some tingles of excitement between my legs. Mostly from his responses.
“You wanna climb on top?” he asks.
I move over, straddling his hips a little lower than his groin. Then I move my hands to my breasts and fondle them the way I did yesterday. I need to get wetter, and he obviously likes to watch.
“Jesus Christ.” He stares as I tweak my nipples. “Rub your clit too.”
I slide one hand down and open myself up so I can rub circles on my clit as I caress one breast with my other hand. I drop myhead and part my lips, hoping he’ll find it hot but also because I actuallyfeelhot. Sexier than I’ve ever experienced before.
He shifts his hips slightly beneath me. His erection is tenting the fabric of his boxers. His breathing has really picked up.
So has mine. I keep rubbing until my urgency suddenly surges forward, pleasure coalescing with a quick little orgasm that takes me by surprise. I gasp and shake through it briefly.
