Fourteen Levi
I can’t stop thinking about her. Every time I close my eyes, I see Sunny’s smile, hear her laugh, feel the warmth of her in my arms. She’s been on my mind constantly since that morning I woke up with her in my bed, wrapped up in her like she was the only thing that mattered. And maybe she is.
The buzzing of my phone snaps me out of my thoughts. I pull it out of my pocket and see a message from Sunny. Instantly, a grin spreads across my face. She’s sent me a meme—something goofy, something only we would find funny. But it’s more than just the joke. It’s the fact that she thought of me.
“You look happy,”
Colton says, his voice full of suspicion as he glances over at me.
I quickly school my expression, trying to look casual.
“Yeah! What’s got you so happy, Levi?”
Knox chimes in, a smirk on his face as he leans against the truck.
“I bet Sunny just messaged him,”
Bodhi adds with a grin, and the guys all start laughing, nodding in agreement.
“What?”
I ask, trying to sound nonchalant, but I can hear the panic creeping into my voice.
“Why would it be Sunny?”
I shoot a glare at Colton, assuming he’s the one who spilled the beans. He holds his hands up, shaking his head. “I didn’t tell them.”
Bodhi laughs, giving me a knowing look. “Levi, you guys aren’t exactly subtle.”
The laughter from the group gets louder, and I can feel the heat rising on my neck.
“Like we wouldn’t notice she spent the night at yours after the party,”
Hunter adds, smirking.
I try to keep my cool, but it’s a losing battle.
“Leave him alone, guys,”
Noah says, and I nod, grateful for the small reprieve.
He’s so sweet.
“Yeah, leave me alone. Mind your business,”
I mutter, hoping they’ll drop it.
“He’s in loooove,”
Noah teases, grinning at me.
I take it back. He’s just like the rest of them.
Without hesitating, I reach into my pocket and pull out a sugar cube, throwing it at Noah, the cube smacking him right between the eyes.
“Did you just…throw a sugar cube at me?”
Noah asks, looking both surprised and amused as he touches where the cube hit him.
“Yes,”
I retort, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease just a bit.
I don’t bother to stick around for their next round of teasing. I jump into my truck and drive toward the main house, my thoughts consumed by Sunny. I need to see her, to touch her, to remind myself that she’s real and not just a figment of my imagination.
When I reach the house, I park my truck, scanning the area for her. It doesn’t take long to find her. She’s walking inside, her small frame disappearing into the massive building like a ray of sunshine swallowed by shadow.
“Sunny,”
I call, but she doesn’t hear me. I follow her inside, my boots crunching on the gravel. She’s already halfway to the office when I grab her by the waist and spin her around, pulling her flush against me. She squeals in surprise, the sound muffled as I capture her lips with mine.
Her hands find their way around my neck, pulling me closer, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me. God, I’ve missed her. I only saw her this morning, but it feels like too long. I want her all the time. I want to come home to her every night, and I want to wake up with her every morning. I want her with me when I’m working, and when I’m not. I want her to be a part of everything. Is that crazy? We haven’t known each other for very long, but everything about her feels so right.
I press her gently against the wall, my hands running over her sides, feeling the warmth of her through her shirt. She fits perfectly against me, like she’s made to be right here. The way her fingers tangle in my hair at the nape of my neck, the way she responds to me—it’s like she knows exactly how to pull me apart. I deepen the kiss. Pouring all the need, and the longing I’ve been feeling into it. She responds with equal fervor, her body arching against mine as she nips my bottom lip.
“You know,”
she says, her voice a little breathless, “you can’t just sneak up on a girl like that.”
I grin, pulling back, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Can’t help it. I saw you and staying away isn’t an option.”
She definitely doesn’t need to know I was looking for her.
She laughs softly, her hands still resting on my shoulders. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
“So, I’ve been told,”
I tease, pressing another quick kiss to her lips.
The moment we step into the barn’s office, I can feel the air shift between us, thick with tension. It’s been building all day—the stolen glances in the kitchen, the teasing touches when no one is looking—and now we’re alone, the door closed behind us, and it’s just me and Sunny.
She turns to face me, her eyes already dark with that look I know all too well. The one that drives me insane, makes me want to lose control. I take a step toward her, and she doesn’t back away. Her lips curl into a slight smile, challenging, daring me.
“So,”
she says, her voice soft but full of heat.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or—”
I don’t let her finish. I grab her by the waist and pull her against me, crashing my mouth onto hers. The kiss is rough, urgent, like I’ve been starving for her all day—and maybe I have. My hands slide down her back, gripping her hips tightly, I can feel the way she melts against me, her body fitting perfectly into mine.
But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
I break the kiss, my chest heaving, her taste lingering on my tongue like a drug I can’t quit. My eyes lock onto the neatly coiled rope on the wall. An idea strikes me—primal, possessive—and my blood surges, my body thrumming with the need to claim her, to mark her as mine in every way.
I glance down at Sunny. She’s watching me, her chest rising and falling, lips swollen, her pupils dark and full of trust, anticipation, and something deeper—something that feeds the possessiveness inside me. She’s ready. Ready for me to claim her.
With a swift motion, I grab the rope, my movements deliberate as I turn her around. Her soft gasp is music to my ears as I press her against the desk, her palms splaying on the wood as she catches her breath. She doesn’t fight it. She wouldn’t dare.
Leaning down, I let my lips brush her ear, my voice low and commanding. “Hands behind your back.”
The words aren’t a request. They’re a command. There’s a heartbeat of hesitation—just long enough to make me smirk—before she complies, crossing her wrists behind her. She’s testing me, seeing if I’ll rise to the challenge. Little does she know, I’m more than ready to show her exactly who she belongs to.
“Good girl,”
I murmur, wrapping the rope around her delicate wrists, binding her tight enough to keep her in place but not tight enough to hurt her. My fingers work swiftly, securing the knot. It’s perfect—she’s perfect, helpless and so damn beautiful I can hardly stand it.
Her soft whimper as she shifts against the rope nearly undoes me. “Levi…”
she breathes, my name falling from her lips like a promise. It’s not fear—it’s submission. It’s hunger. It’s everything.
I step back, letting my gaze roam over her. Tied up, bent over my desk, her body a masterpiece of curves and soft, trembling lines. My vision tunnels, everything narrowing down to her, only her.
“Look at you,”
I rasp, my voice thick with reverence and need. I let my hand glide over her ass, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. “So fucking perfect. Do you have any idea what you do to me, Sunny? The way you trust me, the way you give yourself to me?”
Her breath catches as I lean over her, my lips grazing her neck. “Every inch of you is mine to touch, to tease, to worship.”
Her soft moan is pure surrender, and it fuels me, sharpens me. I drag the hem of her dress up, completely exposing her, and the sight of her bare and vulnerable, completely at my mercy, has my control snapping like a frayed thread.
She squirms against the rope, her hips pressing back toward me. “Please,”
she whispers, her voice trembling, breathless, perfect.
“Patience, baby,”
I growl, running my hand up her thigh, savoring the smooth heat of her skin. My fingers tease between her legs, brushing against her wet heat, and she gasps, her body jerking at the touch. I move slowly, deliberately, dragging out the moment until she’s panting, her soft pleas turning into desperate whimpers. Her need drives me insane, but I keep control, savoring the way she’s unraveling for me.
“I could do this forever, just watching you fall apart under my hands.”
I murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “So perfect. So ready. Do you even realize how fucking incredible you are, Sunny?”
My fingers dip deeper, teasing her, and her body arches, a moan spilling from her lips that shoots straight through me.
When I can’t take it anymore, I yank my zipper down, the sound loud and sharp in the quiet room. Her breath hitches, and I hear her soft gasp as I position myself behind her, the heat of her drawing me in like gravity.
“Please,”
she whispers again, her voice trembling and this time there’s a hint of desperation in her voice.
I smirk, loving the way she’s begging for me, the way she can’t stand the wait.
I thrust into her in one powerful motion, burying myself inside her. The way she gasps, her body tensing and then melting against me, sends a primal growl tearing from my throat. She’s so perfect, it’s almost too much.
“Fuck, Baby,”
I bite out, my hands gripping her hips like a lifeline. “You feel like heaven. Like you were made for me.”
Her moans grow louder, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine, bound and helpless, letting me take her the way I need to. The rope holds her in place, and the sight of her tied up, giving herself to me so completely, is intoxicating.
She moans, her fingers curling into fists behind her back, her body pushing back into mine with every thrust.
I pick up the pace, my thrusts harder, faster, and the sound of her moaning my name only spurs me on. My hands tighten on her hips, holding her steady as I take her, my mind lost in the feeling of her, the heat, the intensity of it all.
“Levi,”
she gasps, her voice high and breathless, “Don’t stop, please—”
I groan in response to her pleas, my own breath coming hard and fast as I move deeper, faster. I can feel her trembling beneath me, feel the way her body is tightening, getting closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m not stopping,”
I rasp, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Not until you come for me.”
She moans again, louder this time, her body arching against me, and I can feel her starting to unravel. I reach around, sliding my hand between her legs, and the second I touch her, she cries out, her whole body tensing.
“That’s my good girl,”
I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Let go for me, Sunny.”
I move my fingers in time with my thrusts, pushing her closer and closer, and then she’s falling apart beneath me, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she moans my name. The sound of it, the feel of her coming around me, is enough to push me over the edge.
I groan loudly, my grip on her tightening as I chase my release, shuddering against her as I thrust one last time, filling her completely. My mind goes blank, every thought wiped away by the sheer intensity of it, the overwhelming pleasure.
For a moment, neither of us moves, both of us breathing hard, tangled together. My heart is racing, my body still buzzing as I slowly release my grip on her hips, my hands trembling from the intensity of it all.
I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck as I untie the rope from her wrists, letting it fall to the floor. She sighs softly, the sweet sound making my heart do little flips. I help her off the desk, turning her to face me as I lean my forehead against hers, closing my eyes for a moment, just soaking in the feeling of being with her.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about you,”
I admit, my voice barely more than a whisper.
She drapes her arms over my shoulders, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of my neck as she smiles. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”
Her words send a rush of warmth through me. I lock eyes with her, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “Stay here with me. Forever?”
My tone is light, almost playful, but there’s a weight beneath it—a truth I can’t hide, even if I wanted to.
Her gaze softens, and she looks up at me, her eyes shimmering with something I can’t quite name. It catches me off guard, the way it makes my chest tighten, the way it feels like she’s wrapping her hands around my heart.
“I’m not going anywhere, Levi,”
she says, her voice steady and full of quiet conviction.
The way she says it—it’s too easy, too perfect. For a moment, I wonder if I’m imagining it. But the way she looks at me, the way her lips curve just slightly, makes me think maybe… maybe there’s truth in her words too.
“Hey,”
I murmur, leaning closer, my voice dropping to something softer, something just for her.
“Come with me somewhere?”
She tilts her head, curiosity flickering across her face. But then she smiles, that radiant, unguarded smile that knocks the air out of my lungs every time. “Of course. Where are we going?”
I grin as I crouch down, “Hop on, sugar,”
She chuckles, shaking her head as hops onto my back.
Leading her away from the barn. We walk toward a small hill on the ranch, the kind of spot that’s easy to overlook if you’re not paying attention. I come here when I need to think. It’s quiet, private, and the view—it’s the best damn view on the whole ranch.
When we reach the top, Sunny pulls in a soft breath. The land stretches out before us, rolling hills covered in the greenest grass, the sun casting everything in this soft, warm glow. It feels like the world is slowing down, just for us.
“Wow,”
she breathes, turning to look at me.
“This is beautiful, Levi.”
“Isn’t it just, I come here when I need to clear my head,”
I say, rubbing the back of my neck. “I guess it’s my spot.”
Sunny smiles, her eyes soft as she looks out at the view again. “I can see why. It’s so peaceful up here.”
We sit together, her head resting on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. This is it—this is where I want to be, with her by my side.
But of course, perfect moments never last long.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance down and see my dad’s name on the screen. “It’s my dad,”
Sunny smiles softly. “Go ahead, answer it.”
I sigh, knowing I can’t avoid him. I swipe to answer the video call, holding the phone up in front of my face. “Hey, Dad.”
“Well, look who finally decided to pick up his phone,”
my dad’s voice booms through the speaker.
“How are you? You haven’t been drinking too many of those fancy coffees, have you? It’s a lot of sugar, Levi. Oh! How’s that girl you keep talking about, huh? Haven’t scared her off yet, have you?”
I glance at Sunny, who’s now watching me with a beaming smile on her face. I grit my teeth, trying to stay calm. “Dad…”
You know, I was telling Uncle Henry just the other day,”
my dad continues, oblivious to my mortification, “that boy of mine is smitten. Ain’t seen him like this since that chicken broke his heart when he was ten.”
Sunny stifles a laugh beside me, her hand covering her mouth. I glare at her, but it’s hard to stay mad when her laughter is so damn infectious.
“What was that? Is she there with you?”
my dad asks, his voice suddenly louder. “Let me say hello! I want to meet the mother of my future grand babies!”
My eyes go wide. “Oh my god, I’m hanging up now, you crazy old man.”
But before I can end the call, Sunny leans over, grinning. “Hi, Mr. Monroe!”
“Sunny!”
my dad hollers. “Please, call me Charlie. Listen, we don’t have much time before Mr Grump over there hangs up on me,”
Sunny giggles, leaning in closer, showing my dad he has her full attention, “I’ve always wanted six grandbabies, but whatever you give me, Colton can add the rest whenever he decides to confront his feelings-”
I end the call before he can rat out both his sons,
“Wait, who has Colt got to confront his feelings to?”
"Uhh," I stammer, scrambling for anything to steer the conversation away from my dad's sudden need to meddle in both our lives. "Don't listen to him. He's an old man. A crazy old man." It comes out half-hearted, and Sunny just laughs, her eyes shining with challenge as she shakes her head at me, “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”
“Am I?”
I try for a grin, hoping it’ll keep her from digging deeper, but she’s not buying it. She’s got this way of looking at me, her gaze unflinching, that makes me feel like she’s reading every thought that flashes through my head. And damn, does she look good doing it.
“Yeah, you are.”
She says, smiling. But to my surprise, she doesn’t press further.
Which I’m grateful for because Sunny’s right, I’m a terrible liar.