Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Avery
I was throughly fucked.
In the best way possible.
Not only that, I was wearing Levi’s jersey.
There was something primal about wearing a man’s shirt after sex. I pressed my nose against my shoulder and took a deep breath, not surprised that it smelled like him. Woody vanilla with a ginger zing that made me wonder what his body wash was and if I could steal some for myself.
I looked at myself in the mirror on the back of the door as he pulled on his briefs. Neither of us could stop smiling.
Between Mateo and Levi, I had to be the luckiest girl in Whynot. Probably even Texas. Maybe even the world.
“How about some lunch?” he asked. “And maybe we should text Mateo.”
“I know what to send him. I left my phone at my house, though.”
“Good thing I have mine.” He picked his up from the side table and unlocked the screen, handing it to me.
I flipped to his camera and turned it around to take a selfie. My cheeks were rosy, my hair mused. His silver and purple jersey swamped me like a mini dress, but I really wanted Mateo to see it on me.
I snapped a picture and put it in our group chat with a wink.
Levi loomed behind me, then wrapped his arms around me and tugged me close. His chin settled on my shoulder as we watched the typing bubbles appear.
Mateo: Fuck. I’m at work
Mateo: And now my cock is hard and I’m jealous
We’ll see each other tomorrow ;)
Mateo: Avery, did you steal his phone? Levi doesn’t use wink emojis
I grinned and Levi snorted. “Tell him,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck.
I did. I’ll text you later :P
Mateo: Send me more pictures.
Of BOTH of you.
“Mmm.” I turned around and looked up at Levi, raising a brow. “Can I take a picture of you? You can lay back on the bed with your briefs on.”
Levi pressed his lips together. “He doesn’t want to see me.”
“He definitely does.”
Levi’s phone rattled in my hand and we both looked down at the message. I gasped as a picture of Mateo’s bulge came through. The two of us drooled over the sight of him hard in his firefighter pants and suspenders.
He was really hard.
“Fuck,” Levi groaned. “You know what? Come here.”
He pulled me close and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist. I held onto him as he took the phone and opened the camera, using the mirror to take a picture of him holding me, the jersey hiked up above my waist.
Which meant Mateo would be able to see my ass.
And the hard-on growing in Levi’s underwear.
“You’re trouble,” he mumbled. “You know that? Can I send him this picture?”
He showed it to me and I nodded immediately. This was turning me on all over again. “See,” I rasped. “I knew the pictures you took would be good.”
“Fuck, Avery. I’m fucking hard. I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the kitchen to show you my photos.”
He was right. There was no fucking way.
“Send him the picture. And then I want you on top of me again. Coming inside me again. Maybe even . . .”
I trailed off and his muscles tensed. Shit. Had I said too much?
“Hold on. Pause,” he said seriously. He held up the phone and sent the picture, then tossed it down on the bed, giving me his full attention. “Do you want me to come inside you? Without a condom?”
“Yes,” I answered immediately. “But there’s no pressure to. I am on birth control and it’s something I enjoy. Although, maybe we should talk to Mateo too.”
Levi nodded earnestly, tightening his arms around me.
“That’s a good idea. I want to come inside you.
The thought alone turns me on. I’d be a liar if I said that didn’t do it for me.
But let’s wait until we talk with Mateo tomorrow.
Let’s see where the three of us are at. I’ve tested recently and came back negative, but I still rather check in with him first.”
“Me too,” I said with a smile. “It’s good to have something to look forward to.”
“It is,” he agreed.
“Which means . . . one more round, then you have to show me your photos. It’s a requirement.”
“A requirement, eh?”
He backed me toward the bed and dropped me in the center, his cock raging hard, throbbing and begging to fill me up. My hand slid down to my pussy, my eyes popping wide as I realized how wet I was.
“Fuck,” he grunted, feasting his gaze on my fingers sliding in and out of myself.
“Levi, please.”
Precum beaded at the head of his cock. The very thought of him coming inside me again sent little shock waves through my body, even with a condom on. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I drank every part of him in. His chest hair, the V line at his hips, the veins that traced his cock.
Fuck. Lucky. I was damn lucky.
His breath huffed as he grabbed a condom and rolled it on. The bed shifted as he joined me, his arms wrapping around my waist and rolling me over onto all fours. I squeaked as he drew my hips back and pushed my chest into the blankets.
Levi leaned past me and snatched a pillow, quickly wedging it beneath my stomach for comfort. Damn, what a man. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my mind glazing over with lust as I slid my hand down between myself and the pillow. I was wet and needy and desperate for him to fuck me again.
My fingers settled against my clit and I whimpered as I circled it.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped. “Damn, Avery. Look at you.”
“I need you.”
Levi became motionless for just a second and looked dumbstruck. The power of being desired thrummed through me. He shook his head, sucking in a breath as he positioned himself against me, guiding his cock against my pussy.
The moment he pushed into me, we groaned together, his cock spearing me with heat.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, Avery.”
“Fuck me,” was all I could say.
He gripped my hips hard, holding me in place as I buried my face into the blankets.
Our moans filled the bedroom, music to my ears as he drove into me.
Fuck. My eyes rolled back, my fingers gripping the blanket.
I swore, he was going to make me drool. The sounds of our skin slapping together followed as he fucked me harder.
It felt so fucking good to be bent over like this for him, every thought getting railed out of me.
“You take me so well,” he growled. “You look so good like this, baby. Fuck.”
I pushed my hips back to meet each thrust, taking his cock deeper with every movement. I cried out, my face pressing into the blankets and muffling every little noise I made for him.
“Levi,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop. Please. Fuck. Right there. Right there.”
He kept the rhythm, hitting the same sweet spot that was driving me wild.
My back muscles tensed as I gripped the sheets harder, his thrusts sending a rush of euphoric lust through me.
His cock was so fucking hard and I was so close to the edge, fighting the need to come as I heard his breaths shorten, his movements turning jerky as he got closer and closer to orgasming.
It was as if he needed to make me come. Even though he was right on the edge, he was holding out to make sure I came first. I twisted slightly, looking over my shoulder at him before my eyes shut, a gasp tearing from me.
Every thrust was harder, deeper. He leaned forward, sliding his hand beneath me and pressing his fingers against my clit. I whimpered as he started to circle me quickly, still fucking me with the same brutal rhythm.
“Fuck,” I cried. “Oh god.”
I bucked against him, fighting the pleasure. His muscles strained as he held me in place, circling my clit until I started to quake. My voice pierced the room as I arched, my pussy milking him.
“I’m so close,” I gasped.
“I know, baby. I can feel it. Give it to me. I want to feel you shaking around my cock like a good girl.”
I groaned as he maintained the steady pump of his cock.
“Levi.”
I chanted his name over and over until my back arched and my muscles tensed, every part of me going rigid as my orgasm crashed into me.
“Good girl,” he praised, still fucking me as I collapsed beneath him, my breaths uneven. “You did so good for me, baby.”
“Fuck.”
Every part of me was limp. Every part of me was satiated. Levi’s hold on me tightened and he grunted, giving one final thrust right as he came, burying his cock deep as he filled me. More pleasure zipped through me like lightning, every part of me feeling the deep tug of satisfaction.
He melted against me as the last drop of cum filled the condom. I shivered, thinking about how hot it would be when that condom came off. Levi kissed down my spine, sighing happily as he pulled out.
I collapsed completely and he rolled to the side, pulling me against his hard body. My hair was messy, sticking to my forehead. I still wore his jersey proudly, the fabric pushed up, soft against my skin.
“I’m taking a picture of you,” he murmured. “But in my head. For my eyes only.”
I smiled against his chest. “Speaking of . . . you owe me photos. Show me your photos.”
He groaned, but I gave his chest a light tap.
“You’re not getting out of it, sir. I want to see them,” I said.
Levi stole a few more kisses until I was giggling. Finally, I gave him a shove, urging him to get out of bed.
“Show me,” I said. “Pretty please.”
“Fine,” he chuckled. “If you insist. Just keep in mind, they’re not very good. It’s just a hobby. I’m not a professional.”
I rolled my eyes as I got out of bed. Even if they weren’t good, I didn’t care. I just wanted to see what he’d created. What brought him joy.
Seeing that little sliver of him would mean more to me than the quality of the actual photos.
I followed Levi to the kitchen, looking around the house. I’d never been inside, despite living across the street for a couple years. Clearly, the couple who’d changed it into a rental had done a good job. It was quaint, but nicely decorated. Cozy and very Texas.
“All right,” Levi mumbled.
He grabbed a stack of prints from the table, then hesitated for a moment.
His muscles stiffened as he looked up at me. “I’ve never shown anyone.”
“I’m honored,” I said, sliding up next to him. “Show me.”
Levi spread the photos out on the tabletop and my mouth dropped.
When he’d mentioned this being his hobby, I’d really expected it to look amateur.
But his photography was amazing. I ran my fingertips over the edge of one of the photos, recognizing some of the spots around Whynot, including the courtyard at the hotel.
All of the photos were in black and white, and the angles he shot from were interesting.
They told a story, too, which was hard to do with photography.
I lingered on a picture of my studio. Whynot Paint. There was something so bright about it, even with all the color pulled away, and that made me happy.
Levi cleared his throat. “I’ve been kind of doing this in my spare time. Which I’ve had a lot of lately. And since I don’t have my car back yet, I’ve been walking around and taking photos of the town. I don’t know, they’re not very good, but—”
“Levi, they’re really good,” I said.
I wasn’t sure how to really tell him how fucking good they were. I’d seen photographers come and go through our town, but they always missed something about our corner of the world.
But not his.
“Do you have more?” I asked.
His eyes brightened and he nodded. A black bag sat on the table and he unzipped it, pulling out his camera. He turned it on and came around to my chair, leaning down behind me and showing me how to flip through the photos.
Damn, the ones he hadn’t printed yet were even better. There were a lot of landscape shots that made me think we needed to get up to the mountains.
“We should have a picnic at the state park,” I said. “And I can bring my art supplies and paint while you take pictures.”
Levi was quiet for a moment and then I felt his lips press against the top of my head. “That sounds like the perfect date to me.”
“It would be,” I said excitedly.
“Mateo can come along and look pretty.”
I laughed and craned my head back to look up at him. Levi smiled as he kissed me on the mouth again, an ease settling between us that surprised me.
“You know, for someone that made me want to pull my hair out when you rolled into town, you sure are wonderful,” I said.
He chuckled and straightened, rolling his shoulders carefully. I frowned when I noticed his wince.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Just my right shoulder. It bothers me sometimes.”
“Want me to give you a massage?”
“I won’t say no to that.” He settled into the other chair and propped his chin up in his hand. “I’m also thinking about going back to Sunday yoga.”
“Oh yeah. That would be good. I don’t go every week, but I'll go again this Sunday if you want. ” I studied him for a moment. “Listen, I’m all for yoga and massages, but have you gone to a doctor for it?”
Levi groaned and put his head down on the table. I snorted, raising a brow at this little dramatic show.
“Do you know how many times I’ve gone to the doctor in my career?
I’ve lost count. And I know I should probably go for this, but my hope was that it’d work itself out.
It has been feeling better, it just hurts sometimes.
I’ve felt better since being in Whynot, though. I think I was pushing myself too hard.”
I reached across the table and slid my hand into his. “It seems like you needed this break.”
I wish you would stay.
Those words almost came out of my mouth, but I swallowed them down. What the hell was I supposed to say to him? Leave your career completely behind and move to Whynot? What was a small Texas town compared to a city like Minneapolis?
The first little tear in my paper heart hurt. Because as special as it felt being with Levi, I knew this was fleeting. I knew he would go back home and forget all about me.
“I definitely needed a change. I feel guilty for taking it. Everyone is saying that I was at the height of my career, and this is a huge failing on my part. But there’s a part of me that’s gone numb to all that.
” Levi shrugged. “I would rather be here with you. I am more excited about our date night tomorrow than I’ve felt about anything in a long, long time.
So, thank you for that. And thank you for giving me a chance. ”
I reached across the table and slid my hand into his, saying the cheesiest thing I could think of to break the tension between us. “Why not?”
Levi sighed, his eyes fluttering into a flat expression. “Fucking kill me.”
“You gotta lean into it,” I teased. “You’re in Whynot now.”
So why not stay? Why not fall in love? Why not break my heart again?