So This Is War

Penny: She’s on her way.

Levi: Thanks. Did she like your idea?

Penny: Loved it. She looks really happy, Posey, and I think a lot of that has to do with you.

Levi: Wow, are you actually saying something nice to me?

Penny: Stop it, you know I like you—even when you’re being Posey.

Levi: Well, thanks. I feel happy. She makes me happy.

Penny: I’m glad. When are you going to tell the boys?

Levi: Not yet. Once we figure out how to handle her dad, then I’ll tell the boys. They’re just too loud and obnoxious. I can’t let them in on anything just yet.

Penny: Better tell them soon. There’s only so much we can keep from our men.

Levi: I know. And I owe you queens big time.

Penny: Glad you see it that way. Have fun tonight.

Levi: Thanks, Penny.

I set my phone down and look around the living room one more time. I set up a few blankets in front of the lit fireplace that casts a nice glow through the room. And to add a touch more light, I set up candles throughout the living room—electric candles because I don’t need to burn down my apartment. I chose to wear nothing but a pair of joggers because I know she likes it best when I’m shirtless. And I packed a delicious dinner into a picnic basket that I set on the blankets.

During our short stint away, I kept thinking about what I could do next for her. How I could woo her and show her that I deserve to be with her. I can’t take her out in public right now, not until we tell Coach Wood, so I figured a date in the apartment would have to do. With of course, a surprise at the end. And by surprise, I don’t mean my penis.

Shocking, I know.

But I planned this night to hopefully tell her how I’ve been feeling and see what she thinks about it all.

Am I a little nervous? Yes.

Terrified, actually. I’ve never dated much so this is all new to me. I’m shuffling through this with the education built off romance I’ve gathered from observing my parents and their long-lasting marriage and anything I’ve picked up from movies or TV shows. As well as the positive things my friends have done for their girls. I’ve seen the little gestures, the way they talk to them, hold them, pay close attention to everything in their lives. They’ve been good examples, even if they were slightly out of touch with solidifying the relationship—hence why they needed me. But looking around, I feel like I have a good handle on everything, at least I hope I do.

I pace the living room, waiting for her to come home, which I know won’t take very long, given where she’s coming from. She doesn’t know that I’m home. She thinks I’m still at the arena. I told her I had to stay for a few team meetings, so this will be a total surprise.

After a few long, torturous moments of waiting, I finally hear the front door being unlocked and the door opens, revealing my girl in a pretty long-sleeved blue dress and heels.

When she spots me, she stutters for a second, shock on her face before her expression morphs into surprise and affection.

“Oh my God, you’re home,” she says as she sets her stuff down and comes up to me. Her hands go right to my pecs, just where I like them.

“Hey, baby,” I say before kissing her and sliding my arm around her waist. “Fuck, you smell good.”

She rubs my left pec as she says, “I’m so happy you’re back. Are you here for the night?”

“I am,” I say. “I’m all yours.”

She glances around, taking in the candles and the instrumentals Alexa is playing in the background. When her eyes focus on the fireplace and the picnic basket, she says, “Aw, did you set up a date for us?”

“I did.” I force her to look at me as I say, “I know I can’t take you out in public out of fear that your dad would find out, but I wanted to do something nice for you, so we’re having a picnic inside the apartment. Hopefully, that’s not too lame.”

She shakes her head. “Not at all, but could I possibly change real quick? I’m slightly overdressed.”

“I think you look amazing,” I say as I smooth my hands over her sides. “But if you want help getting changed, I can assist with that.”

She smiles up at me and takes my hand. “You know I always want help.” She guides me back to her old room where her clothes still are.

“We need to change this,” I say as we walk into the small bedroom. “We need to move your clothes to my closet. I have plenty of room.”

“You really want to do that?” she asks as she pulls one of my shirts out from where it’s folded in a drawer. “You don’t want to keep your space?”

My eyebrows knead together. “Space? I don’t want space from you. Do you want space?”

Her eyes meet mine. “No,” she says. “But I don’t want to encroach.”

“You’re not when I’m saying I want you there.”

“Hey,” she says, coming up to me and pressing her hand to my heart. “Don’t get upset. I just wanted to make sure you were ready for that.”

“If I wasn’t ready, I wouldn’t have suggested it. I want you fully in my life, Wylie. I don’t like this separation. I want you in our apartment, permanently there.”

Her smile grows wide as she unzips her dress on the side and slips it off, leaving her in nothing but a high-waisted thong and bra.

“I think I can get on board with that.”

I take her in as I place my hands on her hips. “Is this a new set?” I ask, running my fingers over the lace.

“It is,” she says. “Want me to keep it on?”

“Yeah,” I say, feeling all kinds of dizzy. “I do.”

“Consider it done,” she says as she slips my shirt over her head and lets it cover up her luscious body.

“Or maybe you lose the shirt,” I say.

She chuckles. “I’m not about to eat a meal in just my lingerie. I would do a lot of things for you, but that is not one of them.”

“Where’s the romance?” I tease.

“Here,” she says, slipping her hand down the front of my pants where she cups me.

I bend forward and let out a hiss as she works her fingers over my length right before removing her hand.

“Baby,” I say in frustration. “You can’t do that.” I stand tall and gesture to my dick. “It’s hard now.”

“Just the way I like it.” And like the tease she is, she takes my hand and leads me back toward the living room, me walking uncomfortably the entire time. “So tell me what you have set up for us.”

I clear my throat and bring her over to the blanket, where I pull her down with me. I open the picnic basket and pull out two plates, each with a bologna sandwich.

She laughs out loud and shakes her head at me. “Oh my God, Levi.”

“This is what our romance is built on.”

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

“That night, when I found out you were the one stealing my bologna in the stadium, that was the night I knew you were meant for me.”

“That’s . . . oddly romantic.”

I lean forward and kiss her lips before pulling back. Reaching into the basket, I pull out some champagne and glasses, as well as classic Lays.

“This is quite the meal,” she says, looking down at it, then her eyes meet mine. “I don’t think I could imagine anything else for our first date.”

I pop the champagne and pour us each a glass. I hold out the flute to her, and I hold mine up. I clink her glass with mine and say, “You mean a lot to me, Wylie.”

Her expression softens.

“And I wanted to have this night with you because you deserved a date, but also because I wanted to tell you that you make me really happy. Like happier than I ever thought I could be.”

“You make me happy too, Levi.”

I smile as my stomach churns. “I’m, uh, I’m glad.”

Her brow pulls together. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.”

“Yeah.” I gulp, then set my champagne down. I set hers down as well and take her hand in mine. “I’m just trying to say something to you, and I’ve never done it before.”

Her face brightens, and under the firelight, it’s the sweetest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And for some reason, that settles the racing in my heart.

“I wanted to tell you that you make me really happy, Wylie, and these past few weeks, although complicated, have meant so much to me. And I know it’s because I’ve found someone who understands me, who matches me in energy, and who cares but challenges me at the same time. I know it might be crazy, but from the night I first met you at the bar, I knew something was special between us. Something I didn’t want to let go of.” I wet my lips and look her in the eyes. “What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m in love with you, Wylie.”

Her eyes well up as she moves in closer and sits on my lap. She cups my cheeks and gives me a soft yet full kiss. When she pulls away, she says, “I’m in love with you too, Levi.”

Relief flashes through me as joy erupts inside my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in even closer. “Really?”

“Really,” she says. “How could I not when you’re everything I’ve ever needed in my life? The goofiness, the protectiveness, the sexiness, the encouragement. You’re so much more than I deserve, and I’m going to cling to you as long as you let me.”

I press my forehead to hers and sigh. “Fuck, I’m so glad to hear that. I was nervous you’d think it was too soon.”

“No,” she says, dragging her thumb over my jaw. “To me, it almost feels like we’ve known each other for a while.”

“Same,” I say as I play with the strap of her thong under her shirt. “Feels like you were made for me.” And then I drag her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in her lingerie set.

She smirks. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to eat in this.”

“You’re not eating. I am, babe,” I say before laying her down on the blanket. With a satisfied smile, she lets me peel off her thong before I spread her legs and make room for my large body.

Her hand lazily falls into my hair as I press lingering kisses along her inner thigh until I reach her arousal. I drape her legs over my shoulders, prop her up with my hands, and press kisses over her pussy, along her pubic bone, and when she squirms, I spread her with my tongue and lap at her clit.

“Fuck, yes,” she groans as she shifts her hips, looking for more. “I love your tongue, Levi.”

And I love you.

I love everything about you, Wylie.

And I will make sure there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that pulls us apart.

Making slow strokes with my tongue, I pull down one of her bra cups and glide my finger over her nipple until it’s hard and pointed, then while I continue to go down on her, I roll the hard nub between my fingers.

She cries out.

She heaves.

She twists and turns under my hold.

And when I suck her clit between my lips, I pinch her nipple at the same time.

Her legs clench around me as she lets out a feral cry.

Loving her responsiveness, I do it again, sucking hard.

“Fuck, Levi,” she calls out as her body stiffens, and her hand pulls on my hair. “Oh my God.”

Her legs quiver.

Her mouth parts.

And when I think she’s about to come, I pull away.

“No, Levi. Please.”

I stand and push my pants off, then I move between her legs and lift her to pull off her bra. When we’re both naked, I slowly take her mouth with mine, letting our lips mold together as I deliberately cup her breast and move from a frantic pace to a slow, thought-out one. She falls into my rhythm and brings her arms around my neck, holding me in place while she loops one of her legs around mine, making my erection press up against her soft center.

I lift from her mouth and kiss her cheek, then her jaw and down her neck. When I work back up to her lips, I stare down at her for a second before saying, “I love you, Wylie.”

She smiles up at me. “I love you too, Levi.”

This, her, this is all I fucking need.

Nothing else.

I slowly slide my cock inside her, taking my time and letting her adjust as we continue to make out. And with every inch that I move inside her, she squeezes me tight. Having her wrapped around me like this is the most incredible feeling. I will never get enough of it.

Never.

Slowly, I pulse into her, making short, concise strokes that create just enough friction to heighten our arousal. And as I pulse, I play with her tits because we both love it.

“I need . . . more,” she says.

“Want it slow, baby,” I say, bringing my lips to her jaw.

“I can’t. Please, Levi.”

Smiling, I sigh and forgo my plans of fucking her for at least a solid hour like this and flip her so I’m on my back, and she straddles me.

She falls flat on top of me, closing in on that last inch so I bottom out.

“Yes,” she groans as she tilts her head back and plays with her hair.

And mother of fuck does she look hot.

So fucking hot.

I grip her hips as she places her hands on my stomach, pressing her tits together, and she starts rocking, grinding her clit against me.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she says as her eyes squeeze shut and she picks up her pace.

I don’t know what I was thinking.

This is so much better.

A thousand fucking times better.

I want her on top of me, fucking me all the goddamn time.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Use me, use my cock.”

She sits up, places her hands on her breasts, and plays with herself while she continues to move over me. Nothing has been sexier than at this moment, with my girl, my love, riding my cock and loving every second of it.

“You’re so big, Levi. I love your dick. I love it so much. No dick has ever made me feel this good.”

“Then take what you want, baby. Take everything.”

She places her hands behind her so they rest on my thighs, giving me a different angle of her, of our connection, and I watch it intently, my length going in and out of her as she rocks harder and faster.

Her tits bounce.

Her breath is erratic.

And her mouth parts as she quivers.

“Oh God, oh fuck,” she says as she moves her hands to my chest again and steadies herself as she rides me hard and fast.

From the friction, the way she clenches around me, and the sheer sexiness of her, my legs and arms start to go numb. The room fades to black, and my balls tighten.

“Right there, baby,” I cry out just as she screams my name and falls over the edge, her pussy contracting around me. It takes two more pulses over my cock before I’m coming with her. “Fuck me,” I yell as I spill inside her, my orgasm lasting longer than I expected as she continues to contract around me.

After a few seconds, when we’re both settled and our breaths are caught, she leans forward to lie flat against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead as she holds on to me tightly.

She takes a few deep breaths and then says, “I . . . I’ve never said that to a man before.”

“What part?” I ask. “We said a lot of things. Was it the dick part?”

She chuckles and shakes her head as she props up to look me in the eyes. “No, the I love you part.”

“Oh.” I smile at her. “Well, I’ve never said it to a woman either.”

“I love that,” she says.

I kiss the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

She giggles and presses her head into the crook of my neck before squealing.

Chuckling, I say, “What the hell is that?”

When she looks back at me, she says, “A girly squeal because Levi Posey just said he loved me.”

“Oh, if that’s the case.” I clear my throat, attempt a giggle, and then squeal as well.

She lets out a roar of a laugh. “What the hell?”

“That’s my manly squeal because Wylie Wood just said she loved me.”

She shakes her head in mirth. “God, you’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m all yours,” I say while I roll her to her back and start kissing her all over.

LEVI: Boys. I have something important to tell you, but I can’t tell you yet, but when I tell you, it’s going to be very special so get ready for special news. The most special.

Silas: ^^^ Always with the dramatics.

Pacey: Yeah, why can’t you tell us?

Eli: And why are you texting so late?

Halsey: I’m silencing this thread right now.

Levi: I’m texting because I can’t get it off my mind. I’m so excited.

Pacey: Then tell us.

Eli: Please don’t make this a thing.

Silas: He’s going to make it a thing. He always does.

Levi: Taters is right, I’m going to make it a thing. Just prepare yourselves. It’s huge, and I’m not talking about Halsey’s giant dick.

Pacey: It’s too late for this.

Eli: Remind me to punch you in the nuts tomorrow.

Silas: You’re probably my most annoying friend.

OC: You know, just stepping in here to say, I live for the drama. Now I’m frothing, excited to find out what he has in store to tell us.

Pacey: Jesus Christ.

Eli: Shut the fuck up, OC.

Silas: I was wrong. OC is the most annoying.

Levi: And just like always . . . OC is my favorite.

BAG IN HAND, I stuff my phone in it along with my wallet and stand from the bench where I just finished putting my shoes on.

Another win for the men tonight, but this time, it was special because Wylie was in the stands. She sat with Blakely and Penny, helping them with some random marketing shit to appease her father. The entire game, it felt like my penis led the way, and I know that might sound weird, but I was dead set on showing her how amazing I was on the ice. And sure, I know she’s seen it before, but it was different this time. She was mine while watching me this time, and I wanted to make her proud. I wanted her to think in her head, there’s my man.

And thankfully, I had one of my best games, and I didn’t get in a fight, so all in all, a good fucking night. I have something special in my bag to clinch it.

“I’m out,” I say to the boys. “Good game.” I offer Pacey knuckles. “Amazing shutout, man.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he says as he leans back on the bench, looking stiffer than normal. Not sure how many years he has left in him. I know he’s been considering retirement, and with his head injury, which I know still causes him some pain, I could see him retiring at the end of this year and starting a family with Winnie.

Makes me think what my future looks like.

To be the absolute dreamer where everything in life is perfect and not based in my current reality, it would look like this . . .

Wylie as my forever girl and Coach Wood by my side, shaking my hand for being the best son-in-law he could have asked for.

We’d joke over him blessing his underwear, and he’d poke fun at me for eating bologna, then we’d hug each other because that’s what men do when they like each other.

Then he’d sit me down, look me in the eyes, and say how proud he is to call me son. I’d grip his shoulder and say something like, he’s my second favorite father.

We would laugh.

And then of course . . . hug again.

It would be magical. He wouldn’t want to kill me, he’d accept Wylie for all the greatness that she is, and he’d apologize for being an ignorant father and not recognizing how smart and talented Wylie is. We of course would forgive him and then spend Sunday nights during the summer playing Phase 10.

Sigh . . . keep dreaming, Posey.

I head out of the locker room where I find Wylie waiting for me while she talks to Blakely, Penny, and Winnie. Look at her fitting in so well.

And that’s another thing, Coach Wood would tell me how he was such a fool for thinking she should finish school because that was his plan. He’d congratulate me on being a supportive boyfriend, then he’d one more time . . . hug me.

I’d sniff him.

He’d sniff me.

He’d say I smell amazing.

I’d joke around about buying him the same cologne for Christmas.

Our heads would fall back as he roared with laughter⁠—

“Posey!” Coach Wood yells.

And yup, my balls just crawled up my ass.

I turn toward him as I feel the girls look over at me.

“Hey, Coach Wood,” I say, trying to look like an ounce of man.

Coach Wood walks up to me, looks over my shoulder clearly where Wylie is standing, and says, “I need a progress report.”

“Uh . . . here?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, keeping his voice low so I do the same.

“Uh, well, she seems to like working with the girls.”

He glances over my shoulder, where Wylie says, “Hey, Dad.”

Coach Wood just nods and whispers, “I need you to suggest she take classes again.”

Yeah, okay, that’s going to happen.

“Sure. Any particular rhetoric you’d like me to use?”

“No, you imbecile, just suggest it and encourage it.”

“Right, I can do that.”

“She seems to trust you,” he says, almost skeptically. “Does she go to you with questions about life?”

Does asking if her bra makes her tits look big count? Because if so, that would be a yes.

“Uh, not really,” I say.

He slowly nods but doesn’t say anything, which feels off for him.

“So . . . is that all?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, straightening up.

“Great. Uh, good game, right, Coach?”

He doesn’t answer. He just spins on his heel and walks away.

Okay, that was weird.

I wait for him to disappear farther down the hallway until I turn toward Wylie, who also stares off down the hallway. I slowly approach her and try to play it cool as I say, “Wylie, you ready to have that meeting?”

Her eyes find mine, and a smile appears on her face. “Yes. That would be great.”

“Awesome, come with me.” I nod at Penny and Blakely who roll their eyes at us.

“Talk to you later, Wylie,” Penny calls out.

“I’ll send you over the mocks tomorrow,” Wylie says.

“Sounds good.” They wave, and then Wylie and I are headed down the hallway and straight to the players’ parking lot, which is thankfully closed off from the public. I open her car door for her and help her in before going to my side of the car. When we’re inside, I turn toward her, grip the back of her head, and bring her mouth to mine.

We kiss for a solid thirty seconds before I pull away and smile lazily at her. “Hey, you.”

She mirrors my expression. “Hey. Great game. You looked so hot out there.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, her teeth pulling on her bottom lip. “Really hot.”

“Well, hold on to that thought because I have a surprise for you.”

“You do?”

I start pulling out of the parking spot while I say, “I do.”

And then we head down the road.

I place my hand on her thigh, and she places her hand on top of mine. It’s the kind of hold I would see my parents do all the time, and now I get to experience it.

“Is it bad that I was kind of hoping you got in a fight?” she says.

“What?” I laugh. “You wanted me to get in a fight?”

From the corner of my eye, I catch her wince. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. I just wanted to see you dominate, is all.”

“I can dominate you later tonight if that’s what you need, baby.”

Her hand squeezes around mine. “I guess that will do,” she says playfully.

“Glad I could accommodate.”

We sit in silence for a second before she asks, “What was my dad talking to you about?”

“You,” I answer. “He wants me to encourage you to go back to school.”

“Oh yeah? Are you going to?”

I stop at a red light and look over at her. “No, but I am going to say you need to do what you want to do with your life, despite what other people might want for you.”

“Uh-huh, and what do you want for me?”

“If I had it my way?” I point at my chest and start driving again. “You’d be naked, primed, and ready for me every time I get home.”

“So, your mistress?”

“I prefer the term sex wench.”

Her head tilts back as she laughs. “Oh, sorry about that. You want me to be your sex wench?”

“With a pussy like yours, yeah, I really fucking do.”

She chuckles, and I love seeing that smile on her face. “So where are we headed? I thought we weren’t supposed to be seen in public.”

I turn down a dark alleyway and say, “Don’t worry, no one will see us.” I park in front of a back door, and when she glances over at me, I can see the trepidation in her eyes. “Trust me?”

“Of course,” she says.

“Then follow me.” We both get out of the car and meet at the front of the hood. I take her hand and then walk up to the door where I knock on it.

A slot at the top opens up, and a man takes me in. “Mr. Posey,” he says. “Good game tonight.”

“Thank you,” I say as he opens the door and gestures down a long, barely lit hallway.

Wylie clings close to me, and as we make our way down, she whispers, “Is this a sex dungeon?”

“No.” I laugh as we reach a door where we’re greeted by a balding man with a thick mustache.

“Mr. Posey.” He shakes my hand. “I’m Harold and will be assisting you. We’re so pleased to have you with us tonight.”

“Call me Levi,” I say and follow Harold into another room, this one much smaller and with a table and three chairs. In the center of the table is a large velvet box. Wylie looks all sorts of confused, so I turn toward Harold and ask, “Can you give us a minute?”

“Of course.” Harold bows his head and then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

Turning toward Wylie, I take her hand in mine and look her in the eyes. “I wanted to do something for you, something to show you my dedication and commitment to you. And now that I know how you feel about me . . .” I turn her hand over and draw a circle on her palm. “I want to give you something that says that you’re mine. If you’re open to it, of course. I won’t be offended if you’re not ready for anything like that but⁠—”

“I’d love it,” she says with a smile, probably sensing my nerves because fuck, am I nervous.

I want this, I know I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m not worried about what she might think about it. That she might think it’s a horrible idea and want nothing to do with it.

“You . . . you do?” I ask, hope springing in my chest.

She cups my cheek and says, “Yes, I’m yours, Levi. If you want to give me something to represent that, then please, give it to me.”

Fuck, I love this woman.

So damn much.

I lean my forehead against hers and press a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m so relieved to hear that.” Then I tug her onto my lap where she fits comfortably. She plays with the hairs on the back of my neck as she beams down at me.

“Why are you relieved? You were there when I said I love you.”

“I know,” I say. “But remember, this is all new for me.”

“This is new for me too,” she says. “And we’ll go through it together. But yes, whatever you have waiting for me, I want it. I want you.”

“Good,” I say as I reach for the velvet box. “Because I really want you to have these.” I open the velvet box revealing quite a few gold and silver bracelets, all incredibly thin.

“Oh my gosh,” she says as she looks through them. “Are these . . . bracelets?”

“Yes,” I say.

“But they don’t have clasps.”

“Because they’re permanent bracelets,” I say. I look her in the eyes. “It’s a way of me being able to tell people that you’re mine.” I pick one up. “You can take your pick. Some are generic, but there’s one with my initials intertwined into the design and one with my number. If you don’t like them, I can always get you something else. Maybe something less permanent⁠—”

“I love these,” she says as she studies the one with my initials closely. “It’s beautiful. And the one with your number . . . and maybe this one.” She picks up a generic one, but they look amazing together when she places them on her wrist. And because the number and initials are so subtle, her dad won’t even know. “I love these so much. Am I allowed to get three?”

Relief washes through me as I say, “Get as many as you want, Wylie.”

She pauses for a moment and gives them a long look. She even moves some around, grouping them together to see what works best. After a few minutes, she settles with the original three and cups my cheek.

“I love these so much. Thank you, Levi.”

“Of course.” I rub my hand up and down her back. “I’m glad you like them.”

I lean in and offer her a kiss, which she takes, and I get lost in her mouth for a moment. I forget about the responsibilities around us, the trouble with her father, and the idea that all of this could be taken away with one wrong move.

Instead, I revel in the feel of her arms around me, in the passion in her kiss, in the gratefulness and love in her eyes.

When she pulls away, she tugs on my bottom lip with her thumb and says, “I’m so sucking your dick tonight.”

I let out a roar of a laugh just as there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” I call out.

Harold walks in and asks, “Are you ready?”

“We are,” I say. “Wylie has picked three bracelets.” Harold walks over to the right of the room where there’s a small side table that he rolls close to us.

“Wonderful, and she understands they’re permanent?”

“She does,” I say, looking into Wylie’s eyes.

“I wouldn’t want them any other way,” she says, giving me another kiss that I gladly take.

“I LOVE THEM,” Wylie says as we lie in bed, naked.

The moment we got home, she led me straight back to the bedroom where she tied my hands up—which I fucking loved—and pulled out my favorite vibrator. She made it pulse against my balls as she stood above me and stripped down to nothing in an erotic dance that had my dick bobbing for release.

She teased me by bringing her pussy to my mouth so I could lap at it, then she’d slide down my body, using her breasts to rub against my skin, and occasionally play with my cock. But she teased me, fucking terribly, with her mouth, her tongue, her hands. She brought me to my apex several times before stepping away and fingering herself, making herself come with one of my many toys. And then she’d start the process all over again, give me a small taste, rub her body over me, play with my cock, and pull away.

It was the best torture I’ve ever endured. I had precum all over my goddamn stomach, and when she finally let me come, she released my hands and let me come all over her tits and neck.

I was one happy motherfucker.

I run my finger over her bracelets and then kiss the top of her head. “I’m glad you like them. I like seeing them on you, knowing what they symbolize.”

She turns toward me and sits up so her chest rests on mine, and I can look her in the eyes. “Have you always been a possessive man?”

I push some of her hair behind her ear. “I think a part of me has. Protective instincts have always been there. But possessive over a woman, never. Not until you.”

She softly smirks. “Is it weird that I like that? That I enjoy the fact that you’ve never been with anyone else? But you find the need to be possessive over me?”

“No,” I say. “I think you like to be cherished, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I do like to be cherished. I like to feel special, and no one has made me feel that way besides you, Levi.”

“Which is fucking ridiculous,” I say. “All those idiots before me have no idea what they missed out on. Their loss, my gain.”

She moves her fingers over my chest, something I’ve come to love with her. She has no problem touching me intimately, showing me affection, and she communicates what she wants to do to me. I couldn’t have asked for anyone more perfect.

“I told Sandie about the bracelets.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “What did she say?”

“That I can’t ever let you go.”

I run my hand over her back and let it rest on her bare ass. “You need to keep Sandie around. She’s really smart.”

“She is.” She glances down at her finger playing with my chest hair as she says, “Are you going to tell your friends?”

“I want to,” I say. “It’s been killing me to keep this a secret. We’ve been playing together for a long time and tell each other everything. But this is different. I don’t think I’ve ever kept anything like this from them, but . . . I’m worried. I don’t want anything getting back to your dad.”

“I don’t either, but . . . I also want to figure this out because I don’t want to hide.”

“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.”