Chapter 6
Levi
A couple drawers?
A couple goddamned drawers!
Why the fuck aren’t we at her place?!
She’s trying her hardest to keep up with me and I know I’m not pulling that gentleman shit right now, but fuck being a gentleman! This girl’s been hiding her freak side from me!
Fuck!
Knowing this shit? I want to fuck her hard, rough, and fast. All goddamned night.
Thank God tomorrow’s Saturday, because we’re not sleeping a wink tonight.
She’s giggling when we approach her front door and fumbling with her keys she’s laughing so hard.
“This isn’t funny, Squirt,” I mumble, pulling her through the door with me and pushing her against it as it slams closed. My lips on hers. My hands searching for the zipper on this God-awful dress she picked out.
It was cute to begin with. But it needs to go.
Turning, she pulls the stray hair that has fallen from her bun out of the way to reveal the hidden zipper, and I all but rip the goddamned thing off of her.
“I’ve wanted you for too long to mess around anymore, Finley.” I push my lips to her neck as the dress falls to the floor with a thud. She hums out a response and I turn her, looking into those eyes. Eyes that have always held a world of unspoken feelings towards me. “I mean it. I finally have you; I’m not sharing you. I want you exclusively for as long as I can have you.”
Her eyebrows briefly push together and her head finally bobs after what feels like a lifetime.
“As long as you can have me,” she whispers. “Just us.”
I growl and yank her to me, lifting her and carrying her down the hallway to her bedroom, tossing her on the bed while she giggles.
“Serious question for you, Squirt,” I say, breathing heavy and ready to fuck this girl on every surface of this place. She looks at me expectantly, propped up on her elbows. God, she’s beautiful. “Which drawers?”
She lets out this laugh that brings chills to my entire body and heat straight to my dick. With her head hanging back, her tits bounce as she laughs and when she looks back at me, her thighs press together in pure need and her eyes swirl with lust.
“Bottom right two,” she whispers, letting her arms fail and falling to her back as she giggles. I curse in victory and practically fall off the bed to get to the drawers. Scrambling to open them, my dick painfully hard and my heart beating out of my chest, I feel like an absolute madman.
Get yourself together, Walsh!
“Holy. Shit.” I whisper, spinning to look back at the woman on the bed. The woman who looks innocent as hell, radiating beauty and power and everything a girl could dream of… A woman who has an arsenal of sex toys. “Squirt.” I laugh, lifting a big black dildo out of the drawer and raising an eyebrow at her. “This?” I toss it back in and search through it, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “And these?”
She’s looking at me through lust filled eyes, licking her lips and grinning at me.
“I never said I wasn’t a freak.” Nodding to the other drawer. “Open that one.” She’s smirking at me as I slowly pull open the drawer.
“Fuck me,” I groan, having to remember how to breathe properly. Anal beads, hooks, nipple clamps, and a plethora of ropes and ties fill the drawer. It’s almost intimidating, but mostly hot.
And kinky.
So damn kinky.
I pull out a strappy contraption and lift an eyebrow at her in question.
“It’s a sex swing.” She stands from the bed and walks over to me. I watch as she shoves my pants down and wraps her hand around my dick, breathing heavy and trying to control myself because this is better than any dream I’ve had about her over the years. A sex swing?! “I haven’t used it in a while,” she whispers, taking it from my grasp. She drops to her knees and wraps her lips around me and I almost come immediately. Watching her, twisting my fist in her hair, feeling her tongue slide along my shaft and watching as she pulls the bead of pre-cum out and licks it before standing back up is enough to drive a man insane.
“You’ve used it before?” I glance down at the plethora of arsenal she has. “And all that?” My eyes go wide and I start to wonder who this girl is. She lets out this airy laugh and stands then pats my cheek softly.
“I was part of this monthly subscription thing for sex toys. My college girlfriends talked me into it. I’ve toyed around with some of that but there are still things in those drawers that are brand new.” She pecks her lips to mine before heading to the doorway.
Finley on her knees in front of me, popping my dick out of her mouth was mouthwatering, orgasm inducing, control losing bliss.
Watching her hook up the swing, completely naked and comfortable in her skin? It’s mother fucking perfection.
She turns and grins at me before climbing into the seat and slowly spreading her legs for me as she hooks them into the straps.
And I’m glued in place.
Good. Fucking. Christ.
Never did I think the day would come when a woman would intimidate me in the bedroom…but we’re here. And I’m hard as a goddamn rock because of it. I stand there, my hand going to my cock and my eyes traveling her body as she shifts and gets comfortable. Her legs spread wide and I can’t tear my eyes off her pussy.
Glistening.
Needy.
Fuck.
“Finley,” I manage through a thick throat. She’s breathing heavy, her eyes hooded and her lip sucked into her mouth and finally I find the strength to walk over to her and immediately drop to my knees in front of her. My tongue trails slowly down her pussy and she moans, arching back in the seat. I grip her thighs tight, lapping her juices, fucking her with my tongue. She tastes better than I remember. Sweet. Like the best damn desert a man could have.
“Levi,” she pants as I twirl my tongue around her clit, teasing her. “I need you to fuck me.”
I take one long stroke of my tongue, plunging it inside her again before slowly standing and leaning over her, pressing my lips to hers. She kisses me hard, licking my lips, her tongue dancing with mine.
“See how fucking hot you taste?” I whisper on her lips. She moans and tries to push against me but the swing refuses to let her get to where she needs.
She’s completely at my mercy right now.
And it’s hot as fuck.
I back away slowly, stroking my dick and watching her squirm.
“I like this swing,” I growl and she lets out an annoyed chuckle.
“If you don’t fuck me soon I’m getting out of this thing and burning it.”
Barking out a laugh, I grab a condom and slide it on, never taking my eyes off her. Her tits rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes. Her pussy is drenched, tight, and needy. Her hands gripping the ropes so tight her knuckles are white.
“If I wasn’t so hard right now I’d just stand here and watch you wiggle like that.” I step towards her and reach out, dipping a finger inside her. “Goddamned stunning.”
She moans when I pull my finger out and I circle her swollen clit. Pinching it as I line myself up with her, she gasps and I slam into her with one hard thrust, making her jolt in the swing.
“Fuck!” Her hands grip the straps tight and her body is completely at my mercy. I grip her hips and slam hard into her again. Over, and over, and over.
“This,” I grunt, knowing I’m hitting so deep inside her it has to be borderline painful for her. “Is mine.” Her nipples are hard, her pussy’s tight and hot and so fucking wet. Her entire body is on display as she arches and lies back in the swing. With one hand on her hip holding her in place while I fuck her hard, I reach out and pinch one of her nipples between my fingers, rolling it gently and causing her to moan out a few curse words.
She starts to tighten around me, her curses growing louder and more frantic. I shift her so her head’s angled toward the floor and her hips are higher in the air and hit her deeper than I was able to get before, causing her orgasm to come on almost immediately.
“Fuck. Shit!” She screams, her thighs starting to quake and I feel the rush of her come on my dick. “Oh my God, Levi!” I thrust harder, letting her ride out her orgasm, enjoying her pussy clenching around my dick.
Pulling out, I rip off the condom and move to her head, placing my thumb in her mouth and forcing her jaw open. She moans and swallows my dick without me having to tell her and I reach down and grip her tits in my palms. Fuck her mouth feels amazing. I curse and thrust into her mouth as I come.
Hard.
Panting and dripping in sweat, I help her down from the swing and we fall back to the bed together, wrapped in a tangle of limbs. She pushes her lips to mine and the salty taste of my come on her lips makes me want to fuck her again.
Right now.
Shit, this girl. She’s everything I ever wanted in life.
And I finally have her.
***
I’m waking up with my arms around the girl who sets my skin on fire and made my dick harder than any other girl in the past, and I can’t even form the words correctly to tell her how I feel. Because every time I do, I end up feeling like a complete tool.
Two weeks ago I met the sex freak side of Finley when she pulled that swing out. Two weeks ago my world changed. I started staying here more often. I can’t stop thinking about her. I need my hands on her. We fuck all the time and when we’re not fucking we’re on the beach trying to figure out how to surf together. It’s the best fucking scenario and I know pretty soon it’s going to come to an end.
But I can’t think like that.
“Morning,” she mumbles, shifting in my arms. Her hair’s all over the place and the sheet is twisted between us but the best part of all of this is it feels absolutely perfect. Messy and perfect. This is real.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” I kiss the tip of her nose before forcing myself to roll out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she grumbles, rolling over and losing the blanket cover. I pause in the doorway to her bedroom and take in the sight before me. Hair falling all over. Those damn curves begging for my touch. And those lips? Fuck me.
“I’ll be quick. For the love of God please don’t move.” I wink at her and head for the kitchen to start her coffee pot. The minute she hears it turn on she moans from the bedroom this sexy, morning voice moan that makes my dick insta-hard.
“You’re making coffee?” she yells.
“I am,” I say, walking back into her bedroom. Her eyes flash to my dick and she bites her lip. I slide into bed next to her and pull her into my arms.
“How’d you sleep?” she mumbles in to my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. Her touch is soft but so powerful.
“Any night with you is better than being back home, Squirt,” I say. When she scoffs I chuckle. “I promise. Something about finally getting you in my arms makes my entire body feel at peace.”
Humming, her fingers graze lower as the smell of coffee starts to fill the apartment.
“You’re a pretty good smelling pillow, I guess.” She giggles when I move to tickle the truth out of her and before I know it her hands are shoving the sheets away and reaching for my dick. She’s relentless and I fucking love it.
I grunt and spin us so she’s underneath me, my arms braced around that messy hair I want to see on her more often and her body arching up towards mine in need.
“Didn’t get enough last night?” I smirk and push against her, letting her grind against me.
“Never,” she pants, bringing her hands to my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. A deep kiss. One that makes me hard enough to almost be painful and one that brings a moan out of her so deep I can feel it in my chest.
“Fuck, Levi,” she huffs, her nails scratching through my hair the slightest bit painful but strangely erotic.
“Condom,” I whisper, dipping my hips and teasing her with the head of my cock. She sighs and lets her hands fall, reaching over blindly for the nightstand where we left the remaining few last night.
I rip open the package and slide it on, wasting no time before pushing into her. Fuck my life this is heaven. Warm. Tight. Wet. Hot.
Shit.
She moans as I push through, spreading her legs wider and adjusting to my size like her tight little pussy didn’t take me hard and fast last night.
“Oh God,” she whispers as she digs her fingernails into my forearms. I dip my head and suck on her neck, trailing my tongue down to her tits and latching onto a nipple before pulling out and dipping into her again slowly. Her eyes close and I dip my lips and kiss her as I thrust in and out. In. And out. Each retreat has my balls tightening and each time I bury myself inside of her my legs tremble. My entire body is buzzing and when her eyes flash open and she looks up at me, there’s more than lust I see in those beautiful eyes.
“Fuck,” I huff, shaking my head and lowering my forehead to hers. Her moans and grip on my arm have turned into a fluid body movement, meeting every thrust and grinding against me. Dip. Grind. Pull back. Repeat. Slow and so fucking sexy.
Beads of sweat form on my chest and her hands slide over my skin then wrap around my neck and pull me closer to her. Her body arcs against mine and she lets out a moan that can probably be heard at my place. When her pussy tightens around my dick I groan and feel the spiral begin. Like I’m freefalling. Being with her is just like free falling. Loving the rush, the adrenaline, the pure love.
“Fuck!” I slam into her, my slow and steady losing out to the animal inside of me as it takes over and lets my orgasm roar through me. Panting, sweating, and cursing up a goddamned storm, I collapse on the bed next to her to try to catch my breath.
I wish she wasn’t this sexy.
I wish she wasn’t this irresistible.
I wish she didn’t like me as much as that look in her eyes shows.
And I wish I didn’t like her as much as the look in her eyes reflects…
More than anything?
I wish I had never promised her sister what I did.
I roll over and push my lips to hers before hopping out of bed to toss the condom, then walk back into the bedroom after a pit stop in the kitchen.
“Coffee?” I sit on the bed next to her, the sheet’s completely off the bed so I get a full view of her body still sated from that orgasm. Hell, I wish I could see this view every day.
“I can’t feel my fingers,” she mumbles, making me laugh. I take a drink of coffee and set her mug on the nightstand.
“That just means I did my job right.”
She curses and wiggles her toes then her fingers. Finally she sighs and shifts to sit up.
“I’m sorry but you’re not allowed to leave this room.” She pulls the coffee mug from my hand and I stare at her in shock.
“I’ve killed people for less than that,” I blurt, staring in horror as she chugs down my mug like it’s not burning hot.
“You’ve killed someone?” Her eyes go wide and I roll mine.
“No, dork. But I would over coffee.” I glance at my empty mug when she hands it back to me and pout.
“Thanks, babe.” She pecks her lips to my cheek before hopping off the bed and closing the bathroom door behind her.
I grab her mug and start to drink, heading out to the kitchen to refill the one she emptied. I need to get home to make sure we don’t have to work today. I’ve been doing my fair share the past couple weeks but my mind’s been on Finley and being with her so I’m sure my dad’s getting annoyed with me. I close my eyes and breathe in the coffee, my thoughts wandering to places they shouldn’t but I can’t get enough of her.
“Hey,” I hear her mumble, shuffling into the kitchen. I watch her grab the full mug and as she takes her first sip her phone rings from the bedroom. With her eyebrows pushed together, she cocks her head. “It’s my sister’s ringtone…” she trails off.
“Have you told her yet? About us?”
She gives her head a shake ‘no’ as she moves for her bedroom and my stomach plummets. Don’t ask me why. I’m not dating her sister. Never did.
So why do I feel so guilty?
Oh, maybe it’s because I’ve never broken a promise to her in the past. And this is a huge one.
“Kat?” I hear her say in a tone I don’t recognize. Does she feel the same way I do right now? “You usually call later on. Everything okay?” I watch her walk back into the room with wide eyes and see the slight tremble in her hand. “Oh.” Her eyes go wider. “Oh, wow. Um… Okay!” she chirps way too loud and I start to panic. What’s going on? What’s she saying? “Right. An hour?” She glances at me with panic written all over that beautiful face and rushes back to her room. “Yep! No. Perfect. Yay!” I hear the fakeness in her tone and walk to her doorway to watch her as she frantically starts pulling the sheets off the bed and rummaging through drawers to find new ones.
She’s frantic. I feel like I should be frantic! Fuck!
“Finley, what’s going on?” I whisper hiss to her as she listens to her sister. Her finger flies to her lips and her eyes go wide. She points to her phone then to the ground in front of her. Again, harshly. The phone. The ground.
Her sister.
Here.
Her sister!
Here!
“Fuck,” I mutter, moving quickly into her bedroom and rush to take down the straps from last night and toss everything we used in the drawer before snagging my clothes and throwing them on. She’s almost finished with the bed sheets so I pick up the dirty ones and find her hamper, shoving them in.
All evidence gone. Well…minus me. I’m still here.
“Right. No I’m excited, it’s just a surprise!” She chirps loudly.
There’s that forced happy tone I used to hear back in school when something was bothering her but she refused to open up. God she was painfully shy. Smirking, I stare at the bed, wondering how that shy little girl turned into this kinky sex freak. Not that I’m complaining.
“Levi.” She barks from the living room and I dodge my head out the door to see the frantic look on her face. “She’ll be here in less than an hour.” Her eyes are wide. “I haven’t told her. I don’t know how to!” Her hand flies to her mouth and I sigh, dropping my shirt to the floor and walking over to her. I take her face in my hands and look into her eyes. Beautiful, colorful, emotion filled eyes.
That look like they’re about to start crying.
“I’m not going to say anything, Finley. I promised I’d let you tell her. Don’t worry about me.” I push my lips to hers and she relaxes the slightest. I hate this. I hate that we’re both terrified of telling her sister about us. If the situation with Kat weren’t left feeling so awkward and unfinished the last time we talked I would tell Finley to come right out and say it. To stop being worried about it. Because I’d be certain her sister would be happy that we’ve finally both found our happy.
But because the last time I was with Kat I felt like she wanted it to be more of a date than anything else…I can’t honestly tell Finley that now. Because I’m not certain what to expect. This could ruin everything.
“She said she called me three times,” Finely mutters, gripping her phone and looking at the screen. Laughing, she shakes her head. “Oh. We were too busy fucking to hear the calls.” Cursing, she shakes her head and tosses her phone on the counter.
“I’m going to head out.” I say, tapping her nose and picking up my shirt. She looks so worried with her hands wrapped around her midsection as she stares at the same spot on the floor. “Squirt.”
Her worried eyes move to mine and I smile.
“She’ll be here all week,” she mutters. Her eyebrows pull together and a frown mars that beautiful face.
“Okay?” I push. “You love your sister, Finley. This should be exciting!” It’s not. It’s sad. Because even if I do end up hanging out with them, I’m not going to be able to look at her like I want to. To touch her like I want to. To claim her in front of anyone around that will pay attention.
Shit.
“Yeah.” She smiles for me but it’s not her full smile. “And I’m sure we’ll see each other still.”
After pulling my shirt over my head finally, I walk over and wrap my arms around her. Holding her tight against me, her hair smells like vanilla and her body feels absolutely perfect tucked into mine.
“Maybe she won’t take it as bad as you think,” I whisper, knowing that’s a lie but praying I’m right. “I won’t push you, though. Do it on your time.”
“I know.” She pulls back and looks up at me, then reaches to her toes and pushes her lips against mine slowly. Softly. Lingering like she doesn’t want it to end.
“I should get going,” I whisper on her lips, reluctantly pulling back from her. “Text me when she gets here.”
“I will.” She smiles.
And as much as I don’t want to, I leave her. I take my time walking back to my place. My dad’s probably going to be full of questions and I’m going to get razzed by the guys for staying over again so I walk along the shoreline slowly, letting the cool water hit my bare feet. This place is amazing. Every year I’ve come here I’ve never stopped to appreciate the wonder of the nature, but it’s truly the most gorgeous place I’ve traveled to. Not a big city. Not buzzing with excitement at all hours of the night. It’s real.
I love it here.
By the time I walk into the back door of the beach house my mind has been a thousand different directions. I told Finley I want her while I can have her, which was a fucking stupid thing to say. I want more than that. I want her near me at all times. I want her even when I’m not here.
But to be honest, I want her forever. And I want to be here with her.
That thought alone scares me. How the hell can I think that without even having the balls to come clean to her sister about the way I feel? And how can I feel this way about a girl after just a couple weeks? Okay…so really it’s been my entire life. An entire lifetime of feelings all held by one girl.
“Where the fuck you been?” King blurts from the couch as I walk past and head to the hallway. I glance at him with his body full of tattoos, wondering if anyone ever looks at him and wonders what prison he just came out of. King never went to prison. He’s just a badass who has exactly zero fucks to give. He’s also the meanest one out of our weird little family this business has created, but I love the guy like he’s my brother. Even if I don’t understand his lifestyle.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I wink at him.
“Asshole.” He laughs. “You keep bailing on our guys’ nights out. Anders says you’ve got a girl now?” He shifts on the couch to look at me as I keep walking by.
“Anders is right.” I tap the doorframe and keep walking. I don’t necessarily want to talk about her to these guys, mainly because I don’t want to share her and King’s all about sharing.
“Hey,” Anders says, appearing in my doorway seconds after I start to pull my shirt over my head to grab a clean one.
“Fuck!” I throw it at him and he grimaces, tossing it to the ground. “You heard of knocking, asshole?”
“Fuck that. This is important.” He walks over to my bed, making himself at home. “Miranda texted me last night. Said something about surprising you by showing up here. You apparently miss her too much to tell her you miss her.”
“What?” I blurt, going for my phone that I left here last night. Five. Five missed calls from her. And a text from Kat. Apparently she didn’t forget I was in Florida. “Fuck my life.” I groan. “I broke up with her! Twice!”
“Yeah,” he says then laughs hard. “You’re fucked, dude. You think Finley’s going to be pissed?”
“No. I’ve told her how crazy Miranda is.” I curse again and run my hands through my hair, staring out my windows to the beach. I wanted to spend the day out there today. With Finley. In the sun, soaking up the rays before the next storm that’s supposed to roll through next week hits.
Now I’ll be playing damage control on all fronts of my life apparently.
“Yeah. She’s sneaky, too.” He raises his eyebrow at me and I curse.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I know. And to make it worse Kat’s coming in town today.”
“Remind me again which one that is?” He smirks at my growl.
“You fucking know who Kat is, asshole,” I mumble, pacing the room.
“That’s right!” He acts like he just figured it out. “The best friend from childhood. Obviously not the best friend now,” he stresses. “The one whose sister you’re fucking.”
“Dating,” I blurt then curse at the look on his face.
“Pussy whipped, you mean?”
“Fuck off. Do you need anything else?”
“Naw.” He relaxes back against the pillow. “Just chilling while I watch your world implode.”
I narrow my eyes at him and growl.
“You’re going to help me,” I mutter, trying to figure out how to get Miranda out of here, spend time with Finley, and not let it spill to Kat before Finley’s ready, that we’re an item. That, and hold off the potential come-on’s that Kat’s got coming my way.
Her text?
Kat: I’m coming to Florida. I don’t remember where exactly you are but we need to talk. Call me so we can get together, please.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Hey, maybe I can win over the sister.” He stands and pats my shoulder before heading for the door. “We’re all going out tonight. I fully expect you to be there. King’s a shit wingman.”
I glance back at him and furrow my brows. “I’m not going out tonight.”
“Well Miranda will be here in a couple hours,” he says, checking his watch. “Just come out with us. Safety in numbers, right?” he says, shrugging at the look of disgust on my face. How can shit have gotten so fucking crazy that fast? “You staying here will give her reason to think you want to spend some alone time with her.”
“Fuck,” I grunt.
“You know I’m right.” He pulls the door closed behind him and my fists tighten at my sides. Can’t I just rewind the last twelve hours and go back to Finley’s bed? Why is that so hard to ask?
My phone dings with a text in my pocket and I pull it out, somewhat cooling off at the picture. Finley took a selfie with her sister in the background, paperwork spread all over the table and her laptop open in front of her. Deep in work mode.
Finley: She came here…to visit. *Eyeroll*
I chuckle and type out a reply, attaching a picture of my current view of the ocean.
Me: Is she going to work all week? My view’s better ;) Ps: I miss you
I see her read it and watch those dots dance across the bottom of the screen.
Finley: You just saw me an hour ago. LOL!
Me: It’s been a hell of an hour.
Finley: Yeah? Like your sister paying a surprise visit when your boyfriend, who happens to be her best friend, lives two houses down and you can’t find the balls to tell her about the two of you type of hell?
Me: Yes. That. And the fact that my crazy ex-girlfriend is on her way here right now to spend the weekend with me…
Finley starts typing. Then stops. I watch as this pattern repeats over and over for three minutes before it stops all together. Groaning, I rub my hand down my face and head for the shower. She’s either pissed…or…well she’s probably pissed. I would be if an ex of hers decided he wasn’t going to agree to a break up and shows up randomly for a weekend.
I feel like so much is out of my control and I hate it.
The only thing I know for sure is Finley’s officially mine.
God, that thought alone makes everything else today dull in comparison.
She’s mine.
Shit. Yes.