Chapter 31 Kelcie
Kelcie
Three months later . . .
The aroma of sizzling bacon draws Lick and Rocket out of their beds and to the kitchen.
We got Rocket a month after we moved to the farm. The puppy had zoomies twenty-four seven, and Levi almost named him Zoom. But I saved our new addition to the family and gave him a more badass name. There was no way I was naming our baby after an online app.
While Lick stares at me with a cute look I find hard to resist, begging for a piece of bacon, Rocket drops his ball right by my feet. He lives for playing catch. I swear it’s all he’d do if we gave him half a chance.
Opening their treat cupboard, I give them each a chew stick that’s good for their teeth. While Rocket devours his right on the spot, Lick takes hers to her bed, enjoying the treat at a much slower pace.
“Something smells good in here,” Levi says as he comes into the kitchen.
He was up until two this morning, writing the ending to his book. He still has editing to do before he can send the manuscript in, but at least he finally typed “The End.” It was such a big moment for him, he looked a little emotional.
“Why are you out of bed?” I give him a playful scowl. “I told you to rest today. You worked your butt off and deserve a lazy day before you start with edits.”
Gripping hold of my chin, he presses a kiss to my mouth, then meeting my eyes, he replies, “I got up because you’re not in bed.” He leans past me and steals a slice of bacon. “And I smelled food.”
“I’m making a big breakfast to celebrate you finishing the book,” I tell him.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and a happy emotion flashes over his face. “You are?”
God, I hate that Levi had such an awful childhood. Every time I do something that’s as natural as breathing to me, he has this stunned reaction. Then I just want to hold him, and that leads to sex and no work getting done.
“I am.” I grin at my man while keeping an eye on the bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. “My parents taught me to celebrate every achievement and special day.”
“I like that.” Levi grabs some coffee, then leans back against the counter and sips on it while watching me. “You’re spoiling me rotten. Thank you, my muse.”
“Ooooh, this is just the start. We’re celebrating you all day long. I even got you a gift.”
I almost whittled my fingers to the bone to get the surprise ready on time, and I can’t wait to see his reaction.
Levi straightens up, curiosity lighting up his eyes.
“What did you get me?” When I shake my head, he moves closer.
“Food can wait.” I shake my head again, and it has him setting down his mug and folding his arms around the front of me while resting his chin on my shoulder.
“You can’t tell me you have a gift for me and expect me to wait. ”
“I can,” I chuckle as I place the bacon on paper towels so the oil can drain. “The growing suspense is the best part about getting a present.”
“I don’t like suspense,” he grumbles, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Please.”
“Nope.”
Another kiss is dropped beneath my ear. “Pretty please.”
Laughter bursts from me as I check the hashbrowns before dishing them onto our plates. “You’re getting it tonight,” I tease him.
One of his hands moves up to massage my breast, and his voice drops low as he seductively murmurs, “Please.”
I stop cooking, because whenever he uses that tone with me, I’m instantly turned on. “Fine. Maybe you can have it late this afternoon.”
His other hand moves down and slips beneath the stretchy fabric of my leggings. “Please.”
I quickly switch off the stove and place the eggs on our plates, then teasingly murmur, “Maybe you can get it at two.”
Levi lightly bites the side of my neck while his fingers part me to get to my clit, then the word rumbles from him, and I’m done for. “Please.”
I lean against his chest, my arms moving back so I can rub my palms up and down his thighs. “I’m open for negotiation.”
His pointer finger drags through the arousal at my entrance. “Hmm . . . I can feel you are.” Then he pulls away from me with a dark chuckle.
I swing around, ready to jump his bones if I have to, but I freeze when Levi sucks his finger into his mouth.
Holy hotness.
Not wasting a second, I shove my leggings and underwear off. Levi slowly unbuckles his belt while he watches me with what can only be described as fuck-me eyes.
“I’m so liking this side of you,” I say.
“Take off your shirt and get on the island,” he orders with a dominant tone, making tingles scatter through my body.
As quickly as possible, I perch my butt on the side of the island.
Levi flicks the button of his jeans open while stepping closer. He takes hold of my ankles and sets my feet on two stools, the position spreading me wide for him.
“Lean back and brace yourself with your arms.” He gives me another seductive order.
I do as I’m told, then watch as my man pulls his zipper down and frees his deliciously hard manhood. My mouth salivates just looking at his velvety skin stretched over the steel that’s going to pleasure the hell out of me.
His fingers wrap around his hardness, and the sight of him stroking himself has my abdomen clenching unbelievably hard.
“Please,” Levi groans.
“One p.m.”
He steps right up to me and drags the swollen head over my needy clit. “Please.”
“Twelve,” I moan.
Levi teases my opening, only giving me half an inch. “Please.”
“Eleven.”
Shoot. What’s the time?
My eyes dart to the clock on the wall, and I see it’s seven a.m.
His other hand shoots up, and he grips me by the front of my throat, his touch firm enough to get my attention without hurting me.
“Eyes on me,” he commands.
My gaze instantly locks with his, and it feels like he’s rewarding me when he pushes an inch deeper inside me. My lips part, and my lashes lower slightly from how good it feels.
“Please,” he rasps.
With his other hand, he grips my hip to keep me in place.
My core flushes with heat as I say, “Ten thirty.”
Levi surges inside me with so much force, my body jerks, and his hold on me is the only thing stopping me from shifting back on the island.
His hand around my throat eases and brushes down the front of my body, the hungry look he’s giving me downright sinful.
“Please,” he growls.
My reply is nothing but a mere gasp. “Ten.”
Slowly, he pulls out before forcefully thrusting forward.
“This little impromptu game might just be the end of me if you don’t start moving faster,” I say.
Levi chuckles, a hot smirk tugging at his mouth as he once again unhurriedly eases out of me. “Please.”
My inner thighs begin to tremble from the relentless need he’s creating in me. With my gaze still locked with his, I purr, “Nine thirty.”
While he yanks my butt toward him, he fills me hard, hitting so deep my arms give way and I slump back onto the island. This time, I’m the one begging, “Please.”
Levi’s fingers dig into my backside, keeping me hoisted right where he wants me as he starts taking me rough and fast.
“Nine,” he growls.
My back arches, my hands blindly searching for something to hold onto as I whimper, “Please.”
“As soon as I’m done coming inside you, you’ll give me the gift.”
He finally angles himself to hit my G-spot, and I cry, “Yes!”
The orgasm reduces me to a whimpering mess as my body convulses.
Suddenly, Levi pushes an arm beneath my shoulders and hauls me up against his chest while his other hand keeps a tight hold of my butt. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and lets out a groan that has more pleasure spiraling through me.
His body shudders against mine as he empties his release deep inside me.
I cling to him, trying to catch my breath, and once my orgasm fades, I draw patterns on his back while he comes down from his high.
My lips curve up into a satisfied smile. “I vote we have morning sex in the kitchen every day.”
Levi chuckles, and he sets me down on the island again before pulling out of me. “I second that.”
He fixes his jeans, then picks up my clothes, placing them beside me.
I jump off the marble top and go to the guest bathroom to clean up. When I return, Levi finishes wiping off the island and picks up my panties before coming to crouch in front of me.
My man begins to dress me, and once he’s done, he gives me a tender kiss. “Breakfast first, then my gift.”
“Okay.” I quickly finish plating the food and carry it to the island. When we’re both sitting, I ask, “How does it feel now that you’ve finished writing?” I scoop some hashbrowns into my mouth, my eyes on Levi.
“Once I’m done with editing and send in the manuscript, I always feel lost for a couple of weeks.” Grinning at me, he adds, “But I get the feeling that won’t be the case this time.”
“Yeah? Why?”
“I have you and the farm to keep me busy until the next plot starts to form in my head.”
“Oh, I’ll keep you busy,” I tease him.
The instant I take my last bite, Levi gathers our plates and loads them into the dishwasher. “Gift time.”
Loving his excitement, I slip off the stool and say, “Close your eyes. I’m going to lead you to it, and you’re not allowed to peek.”
His eyes snap shut, and the smile forming on his face is so happy, I take a few seconds to commit it to my memory.
Taking his hand, I carefully pull him through the kitchen and out the back door, warning him, “Careful of the steps.”
I lead Levi across the yard to my workshop, which he built for me last month. The second floor is still a work in progress, but I’m able to use the first floor.
I haven’t opened for business yet. I’ve been too focused on making the kitchen cupboards and Levi’s present. It will probably be another two months before I start taking orders again.
I push the door open and guide Levi to where I want him before I say, “You can open your eyes.”
The instant Levi sees the bookshelf, his lips part. I whittled his book covers onto the side panels, and the titles are in cursive on every shelf.
He walks closer and brushes his fingers over the cedarwood. “Kelcie,” he whispers, sounding like he’s awestruck. “How did you hide this from me?”
“You were lost in your writing, so it was easy.”
Suddenly, Levi spins around and stalks to me. Framing my cheeks with his hands, he kisses me with so much passion, I’m breathless and in a daze by the time he lifts his head.
His eyes look deep into mine, and I can see he means every word as he says, “Thank you for giving me the best gift ever.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I love the shelf.” He shakes his head. “But I’m talking about this extraordinary life you’re giving me. Every day, I get to wake up next to you. I get to hear your laughter in the house. I smell your floral scent lingering in the air.”
His words hit me so deep I feel them in my soul, and my sight blurs as tears threaten to fall.
Levi takes a breath before he continues, “Thank you for being mine.”
I wrap my fingers around his wrists and bathe in the love he’s giving me.
“An extraordinary life for an extraordinary man. You have no idea how amazing it is to love and be loved by you.” I push up on my tiptoes and kiss him tenderly. “You are my source of comfort, strength, and every beat of my heart. I live only for you, Levi. Now and until my very last breath.”