Twelve Levi
The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the air as I lean over the kitchen counter, mixing the batter for the second batch. There’s something calming about baking, the repetitive motion of stirring, the precise measurements. It gives me something to focus on, something to keep my mind from wandering too much. Not that it helps much these days—especially when it comes to Sunny.
A sharp knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. Setting the bowl down, I wipe my hands on my apron and head toward the door.
Yes, I’m wearing an apron. Baking is messy work—don’t judge.
I wasn’t expecting anyone, so when I open the door to find Sunny standing there, holding two bottles of strawberry wine, I’m caught off guard. Her eyes sparkling with mischief as they trail down my body, stopping on my torso. She starts giggling, trying to hide it behind the bottles, but she’s doing a terrible job.
“What’s so funny?”
I ask, placing my hands on my hips and giving her a playful glare.
“Loving the apron, chef,”
she snickers as she walks past me into the house, still trying to contain her laughter.
I glance down at the apron I’m wearing, it was a Christmas gift from Bodhi. It’s simple, black, and says “kiss the chef”
across it. Nothing fancy, but apparently, it’s enough to amuse her. Shaking my head with a chuckle, I close the door and turn to find her standing in the middle of my living room, looking around with a smile on her face.
“Not what you expected, huh?”
I ask, leaning against the door frame as I watch her take in the space. Most people expect my place to be a typical man cave—bare walls, minimal furniture, maybe a TV sitting on a cardboard box or something. But that isn’t me. I take pride in my home, making sure it’s warm and inviting. I’ve always wanted a big family, so when I built this house on my dad’s property, I made sure it’s the kind of place where a family can thrive.
“I like it,”
Sunny replies, turning to face me with that smile still playing on her lips. “It feels homely.”
Her words make my stomach do a flip. I don’t know why but hearing that from her means more than it should have. Maybe it’s because, deep down, I want her to feel at home here—like she belongs. The way she makes me feel, I want to lock her away, so I don’t have to share her with anyone. She lights up every room she walks into, and it isn’t just me—everyone here loves her.
Sunny strolls into the kitchen, setting one of the wine bottles in the fridge before hopping onto the counter next to the mixing bowl. Her dress riding up just enough to reveal smooth, milky thighs that instantly have my pulse kicking into overdrive.
I try to focus on the cookie dough, but it’s damn near impossible with her sitting so close.
I hand her a wine glass, “Something smells amazing!”
she says, pouring the pink liquid into the glass, taking a long sip.
“Thanks,”
I chuckle, trying to keep my voice steady as I continue mixing. “Paisley not coming early with you?”
“She went to get more beers with Colt, surprisingly.”
Her tone is confused. Paisley and Colt have their moments, they like to tease each other. But they seem to be getting along a lot better recently. Which is weird, but hey, I’m not going to complain.
Sunny’s legs swing slightly as she sips her wine, the image of carefree mischief personified. My resolve is hanging by a thread. The way she looks at me, the way her lips curve around the rim of the glass. The urge to close the distance between us, to touch her, it’s overwhelming. I know I should play it cool, but damn if she doesn’t make it hard.
In more ways than one, if you know what I mean.
“Good thing you came early then,”
I say, my voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “I wouldn’t want to miss out on your company.”
Sunny raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, cowboy.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm,”
she hums, taking another sip of her wine before setting the glass down beside her. She leans in slightly, her eyes locking onto mine.
“But you’re going to have to try harder than that.”
Challenge accepted. I step closer, moving between her legs, my hands finding their way to her waist. Her skin warm under my touch, even through her dress. Her breath hitches slightly as I slide one hand up, wrapping it gently around her throat. I can feel her pulse quicken under my fingertips, her eyes darkening with a hunger that matches my own.
She slowly wets her bottom lip with her tongue, and that simple act makes something in me switch. Without another word, I gently tighten my grip on her throat, guiding her closer to me, the smile on her face driving me wild. I press my lips to hers, pouring everything I’ve been holding back into that kiss. Her lips are soft, sweet, and she responds instantly, her legs wrapping around my waist as she pulls me closer.
The kiss deepens quickly, our tongues tangling in a heated dance as I gently lay her down, pressing her back against the counter. My other hand sliding up her thigh, her skin smooth beneath my calloused fingers. She lets out a soft moan against my lips. It isn’t enough. I need more. I break the kiss, trailing wet, hot kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower. Her back arches beneath me as I spread those kisses over her inner thighs, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tries to pull me closer. Her breathy moans fill the air, the sweet sound causing my cock to strain against my zipper.
The front door swings open with a bang, Colton’s voice cuts through the tension like a bull in a china shop. “Honey, I’m homeee!”
We both freeze, the moment shattering instantly. Sunny scrambles off the counter, her cheeks tinted pink as she rushes to the fridge, pretending to busy herself with the wine bottle. I stand there for a moment, trying to regain my composure, thankful for the apron that is doing a pretty decent job of hiding the very obvious evidence of a hard on.
Colton walks into the kitchen with a grin on his face, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
“Something smells good in here. Cookies?”
he asks, looking over at the mixing bowl.
“Yep,”
I reply, my voice a little rough as I go back to stirring the mixture. “Just about to put the second batch in.”
“Sweet,”
Colton says, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “You’re gonna spoil us, Levi.”
“Or fattening you up to feed to the pigs,”
I reply with a smirk, glancing over at Sunny, who is still trying to act casual as she pours herself another glass of wine.
She catches my eye, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she mouths the words, “Holy shit.”
I chuckle, shaking my head.
* * *
The party was a hell of a lot of fun. But then again, it always is with this group. Tonight was different, though. Special in a way I can’t quite put my finger on. From the second they all stepped through the door, chaos broke out in the best way possible—beer pong, karaoke, and enough drinks to drown a small town.
The highlight of the night? Sunny and Bodhi grabbing the karaoke mic and singing their hearts out to High School Musical. Now, HSM is my jam. I know every song, every line, and yes, I fully embrace it. It’s no secret, either. I’m pretty sure half of them only suggested it because they know how much I love it. Call me soppy all you want—they’re amazing movies.
When Sunny started belting out “We’re All In This Together,”
I was grinning like an idiot. She knew all the words, and I was proud. Maybe a little too proud. Bodhi was right there with her, hitting notes like he thought he was auditioning for Americas Got Talent or something. He didn’t exactly nail it, but props for effort.
Knox and Noah were on another level tonight. At one point, Knox somehow ended up with a lampshade on his head, claiming it was his “beer pong crown.”
Meanwhile, Noah was trying to convince everyone that if you spin three times before throwing the ping-pong ball, you’ll hit the cup every time. Spoiler alert: you won’t. He missed every shot. And don’t even get me started on Paisley. Bold, unapologetic Paisley, who discovered tonight that she’s a beer pong machine. She didn’t miss. Not once. By the end of the night, she was untouchable, and the rest of us were just in awe. She looked shocked herself, blinking at the last cup she sank. Knox dramatically declared her the “Beer Pong Queen”
and tried to put a lampshade on her head.
That’s when we thought it would be a good time to call it a night. But that’s what I love about nights like this. The laughter, the ridiculousness, the way we all just let loose and have fun. These people—they’re my family. We’re all a little weird, a little wild, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. Being surrounded by this kind of chaos, it just feels right.
The evening has now settled into a relaxing buzz. The air is cool, the kind of crispness that makes the heat from the fire even more inviting. Colton and I sitting outside, roasting marshmallows, the flames flickering calmly. We each have a glass of whiskey in hand, the atmosphere easy and comfortable. The night has been good—a little too good—and I can feel the warmth of the whiskey settling in, making everything feel just a bit softer around the edges.
“So, what’s going on with you and Sun?”
Colton asks, breaking the comfortable silence. His tone is casual, but I can hear the curiosity behind it.
I clear my throat, trying to play it cool. “I don’t know what you mean,”
I reply, not quite meeting his gaze.
Colton chuckles, taking a sip from his glass. “Come on, big brother, I’ve seen the way you both look at each other. The little touches, the kiss at the rodeo last weekend.”
“Shit, you saw that?”
I blurt out before I can stop myself. My mind races, thinking about how Sunny is going to freak when she finds out Colton knows. Or maybe she won’t.
“We’re just… enjoying each other’s company,”
I say, trying to sound nonchalant, like I’m not totally wrapped up in her. But Colton isn’t buying it.
“The way you look at her isn’t just company, Levi,”
Colton chuckles, shaking his head like he can’t believe how blind I am.
I open my mouth to respond, but before I can get a word out, the girls come stumbling back into the yard, Sunny half-carrying, half-dragging a super-drunk Paisley. I can’t help but chuckle at the sight, the way Paisley is swaying on her feet, her eyes half-closed. Sunny shoots me a glare, clearly struggling to keep her friend upright. “A little help here, big boy,”
she laughs.
I smirk at her, unable to resist the teasing.
“Mmm, big boy, I like it,”
I say with a wink.
She rolls her eyes, but I can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Colton and I jog over to help, and he immediately takes charge, sliding his arm around Paisley to hold her up.
“Here, I’ll take her home,”
Colton says, already moving towards the gate. He glances back at Sunny, then at me, his expression full of knowing. “Can you stay and help my wonderful brother tidy up?”
“Uh...okay, but make sure she gets home safely!”
Sunny calls after him, her voice tinged with concern.
The front door closes behind them, leaving me and Sunny standing there in the silence. The fire crackles next to us, the flames casting dancing shadows across her face. We exchange a look, something heated and charged passing between us, and suddenly the night felt different — like this is just the beginning.
We work together in the kitchen, tidying up the remnants of the night. It doesn’t take long, but every time our eyes meet, that same electricity sparks between us. My pulse quickens, my body responding to her nearness in a way that is becoming all too familiar. By the time we are finished, I am barely holding it together.
“I’m just going to take a quick shower, then I’ll take you home,”
I say, trying to sound casual, even though all I can think about is how badly I want to touch her.
Sunny nods, but the look in her eyes tells me she is feeling the same things I am. I head upstairs, stripping off my clothes, needing the hot water to clear my head. A shower is exactly what I need, the steam filling the bathroom. I lean against the tiles, letting the hot water cascade over me, trying to get my mind back on track. But it’s no use. All I can think about is Sunny—her smile, her laugh, the way she looks at me like I’m the only person in the room.
Suddenly, I hear the bathroom door click open. My heart skips a beat, and I turn, expecting to see nothing but steam. But there she is, standing in the doorway, her eyes locked on mine. She doesn’t say a word as she walks closer, her gaze trailing down my body, stopping at my chest, then lower, making my pulse race.
She’s standing just outside the shower, her breath hitching slightly as she takes in the sight of me, her throat visibly swallowing. Then, without breaking eye contact, she reaches for the hem of her dress and gently pulls it over her head. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest as she stands there, completely exposed except for a pair of black lace panties.
“Fuck,”
I mutter under my breath, unable to tear my eyes away from her.
She hooks her fingers under the waistband, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them. For a moment, she just stands there, letting me take in every inch of her, before stepping into the shower with me. The water pours over us, the heat of it nothing compared to the heat radiating from our bodies.
Sunny’s hands slide up my chest, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me down until our lips are just a breath apart.
“I need you,”
she whispers, her voice husky with desire, “please.”
And then, she presses her lips to mine, the kiss searing and desperate. My hands find her hips, pulling her flush against me as our tongues move in sync. The feel of her bare skin against mine is almost too much, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way.
I press her back against the tiles, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat between us. My hands roam over her body, mapping out every curve, every dip, as she moans into my mouth. Her nails scratch lightly against my scalp, sending jolts of pleasure straight through my body.
I can feel the urgency in her kiss, the way her body arches into mine, as if she can’t get close enough. My hand slides down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly so she can wrap her legs around my waist. The feel of her setting every nerve in my body on fire.
“Levi,”
she gasped as I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower. Her head falls back against the tiles, her fingers tightening in my hair as I worship every inch of her.
In the steamy haze of the shower, I can barely keep my thoughts straight. The water raining over us, making everything feel more intense, more electric. Sunny’s body pressed against mine, her every breath and gasp feeding the fire inside of me.
I tease her, slowly rubbing the head of my length over her clit, watching her eyes flutter shut as she lets out a frustrated groan. Her hips wriggling, desperate for more. I let out a low chuckle at her impatience, the sound vibrating through the air as I grip her hips firmly, keeping her exactly where I want her. Her body writhes beneath me, her need radiating off her in waves, but I hold back, savoring the way she’s falling apart.
“Patience, Sunshine,”
I murmur, my voice rough and commanding, “I’m just getting started.”
Her head tilts back, a frustrated whine escaping her lips as her nails dig into my arms, desperate for more.
“Please,”
she breathes, her voice trembling with desire.
“Please, what?”
I growl, my tone dropping even lower, dangerous and full of challenge. I grip her jaw, tilting her face up so she has no choice but to meet my gaze. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want.”
Her wide eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mix of need and defiance. She licks her bottom lip, her breath hitching as she whispers, “Please... fuck me.”
Those three words hit me like lightning, raw and electric. A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face as I lean in close, my mouth brushing against her ear. “That’s my good girl,”
I rasp, the hunger in my voice unmistakable.
With a single, slow thrust, I fill her completely, finally claiming her as my own. The pleasure surges through me, a heady mix of desire and satisfaction that drives me wild. Her body wraps around me, her warmth enveloping me as I let out a groan of my own. I can feel the urgency in my movements, the need to take her, to push us both to the edge. My hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back so I can run my tongue up her neck. The sensation making her shiver, a reaction that spurs me on. Her moans are like music, a symphony of pleasure that echoes in the confines of the shower.
When my teeth find her ear, I nibble at the sensitive skin, my hunger evident in every touch. I can feel her trembling, the intensity of our connection palpable. Each kiss is hungry, each nip leaving her gasping for air. The sensation is exquisite, sending a shiver down my spine as I stoke the fire of her desire higher and higher. “You feel so fucking good,”
I say as my kisses continue their journey, moving from her neck down to the curves of her breasts. When my mouth closes over one, a gasp escapes her lips, her body arching into me as the pleasure continues its journey through her.
I grip her thigh tighter, placing my other hand on the wall to steady us as my thrusts become faster. Her eyes roll back, the sound of our moans mingling with the rush of water. I slowly pull out, placing her on her feet, spinning her around so her back presses against my chest as I lean down kissing her neck, “Hands on the glass. Now,”
I command. She immediately does as she is told. “Such a good girl,”
I whisper in her ear.
With a growl of need, I bury myself deep inside of her, the sensation electrifying. With every thrust, I can feel her pleasure mounting, her cries of ecstasy driving me further. “Fuck, Levi,”
she screams. My hips move faster, more urgently. Pushing us closer to the edge.
Her back arches, fingers desperately trying to grip the glass as it keeps building.
“Come for me baby.”
She lets out a breathy moan just as the tension in her body snaps, her release washing over her in a tidal wave. “That’s it, don’t hold back. I want every piece of you.”
Seeing her lose control drives me wild, my own control shattering as I chase my release with desperate, urgent thrusts. With a guttural groan, I bury myself deeper, my body coiled tight as I reach the pinnacle of my pleasure, her name falling from my lips like a prayer. The world narrows to just this—her warmth, her surrender.
As the last tremors subside, I press a lingering kiss to the crown of her head, the gesture both tender and possessive, as though I’m staking my claim. The sound of our ragged breaths fills the room.
I turn the water off and step out, pulling her into me without hesitation. Wrapping a towel around her damp frame, I revel in the way her cheeks flush, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. Her baby blue eyes meet mine, wide and full of something deeper.
Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, I let my gaze linger, memorizing every freckle, every curve of her lips as though I might never see them again.
“You’re so perfect,”
I murmur, my voice almost a whisper.
Colts right, this isn’t just company.