Page 144 of Between Never and Forever
“I’m going to take your ass,” he says finally, his voice raw and rough.
I watch him move his hand up and down his hard cock as he speaks.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little ass with my cock, and your cunt with my fingers, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll have tears streaming down your face from the force of it.”
My lips part, but no sound comes out. My whole body is tingling. I want him. I want him more now than ever before. He raises an eyebrow, the sexiest and most wicked challenge in his eyes.
“Speechless? Is your pussy aching and wet?”
I blink. I am, and it is. He doesn’t need confirmation. It’s obvious.
“Good. Go make me some coffee, Rockstar.”
My eyes narrow and I shake myself out of my lust-induced fog just enough to match his smirk and regain the upper hand. Sparring with Levi has always been fun. Butsexysparring? It might just be my new favorite thing.
“If I weren’t so worried about the long-term damage of restricting the blood flow to your brain right now, I’d take your cock down my throat and suck you dry.”
I snatch a pair of athletic shorts from his drawer and step into them, bending lower than necessary so he gets a full view of what exactly he’s done to my pussy. I tie the drawstring, then give him a sweet smile.
“Coffee, coming right up.”
He lets out a chuckle that sounds more like a groan as I skip out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
The house feels different without the crew and actors running around. It has a homey atmosphere that I couldn’t appreciate before. I walk to the sliding glass doors and open them, letting the sound of the water filter through the house. I take a deep breath, then scan the view. It’s beautiful.
“Off to the right, that’s where I wanted to put the pool.”
I jump at Levi’s voice, turning to find him leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching me. Pajama pants cover the lower half that was exposed to me minutes earlier, and a tank top covers his top half. His biceps still bulge from his posture. His shoulders are still strong and stable.
To think I’d almost lost him yesterday. It makes me want to cry even now.
He drops his arms and pushes off the doorframe, then crosses the floor toward me. When he reaches me, he kisses my forehead, then slides his hands around my waist.
“I know you’re not a fan of the beach.”
It takes a moment to understand what he’s saying, but when it finally registers, my eyes widen, and I glance back to the place in the yard that he’d mentioned.A pool.
“You were going to put a pool in for me?” I whisper, and he smiles.
I glance out at the water again. I feel warm and relaxed. Safe. It’s like I almost belong here. Almost. Then I remember the primary bedroom. The wedding portrait in the formal dining room. The picture of Julianna and Brynn on the rope swing in the front yard. My shoulders tighten involuntarily, and I feel Levi stiffen as well. He sighs, then presses another kiss to my head.
“I know,” he whispers, and it’s sad. “I know.”
We break apart and he makes coffee. I make him take the medicine the doctor sent home. We’re about to take the coffee to the deck when there’s a knock at the front door. Levi leaves to open it. I hear him grunt, a bark, and then my menace of a dog barrels through the kitchen and bowls right into my legs. I spill the coffee all over the floor and collapse with the damn dog on top of me.
“Ziggs, oh my god, get off. I missed you too but get off, you moose.”
She doesn’t listen. She never does. She just covers me in dog slobber and traps me beneath her giant paws.
Red steps foot into the kitchen and stares at me with a bored face. He’s used to the lick attacks. I think he’s jealous he never gets any, but Ziggs prefers girls.
“Picked her up from the boarding place. She’d eaten the heads off every toy and destroyed the doggy couch, but apparently, everyone loves her.”
I snort. Red brought her to the boarder before the float trip because he didn’t trust her not to destroy my rental or trailer. Appears his fears were warranted.
“Because she’s so damn lovable,” I say with a grunt as I try to shove her off me. “Get off, Ziggy Lou.”
Red walks over and gives me a hand, pulling me to my feet. Ziggs licks my ankles, then freezes. Her ears perk up, and she looks back toward the front door.
