Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
WYLIE
“Thank God you answered,” I say when Sandie’s face pops up on my phone. She’s already in bed, Dale next to her wearing his headphones and most likely listening to an audiobook.
“What’s going on?”
“He took me to a sex club, I touched a woman’s breasts, he was hard as stone, I broke, we fucked . . . twice, and now he’s claimed me as his, and I’m about to go to his bedroom where I’ll be sleeping for the foreseeable future.”
Her mouth falls open as she stares back at me.
She blinks a few times. “Uh . . . how did this all happen in the matter of a few hours?”
“I have no idea but, oh my God, Sandie, the man can fuck. Like . . . really fuck. I’ve never experienced anything like it.
And his hands are huge and his body is huge and his pecs are, ugh, God, they’re so amazing, and his penis, Jesus, Sandie, his penis.
It’s tattooed and long and thick, and I swear he touched me in places I never knew existed. ”
“Wait, tattooed?”
“Yes, easily the hottest penis I’ve ever seen. And he was right, he has smooth balls. And I really like playing with them. I liked them so much that I truly believe I might suck them. I’ve never done that before, but his balls deserve to be sucked.”
Sandie glances at Dale, who’s thankfully oblivious to our conversation, and whispers, “You seriously want to suck his balls?”
“Desperately,” I say. “Like I might just go into his room right now, strip him down, and dangle his balls like grapes over my mouth.”
“Wow, okay, so really obsessed with his balls. Got it. Can I ask, though, how did you break?”
“He was going to take another girl to a private room in the sex club—and I know that sounds insane, but just go with it—and I asked him not to because I wanted him.”
“You straight up told him?”
“Yes,” I say. “I couldn’t stomach the thought of it. Anyway, he made me come fast and hard, then when we got back to his apartment, he apologized for everything, and I apologized. He said he wanted to make this happen, and we’d figure out my dad later.”
“Wow, okay so . . . how do you feel about that?”
I can’t hide my smile. “I feel kind of amazing. I’ve never felt like this around a man before, and he’s such a man, Sandie.
Like this is why you should date older men because older men aren’t idiots.
They know what they’re doing, and if the way I just came from his mouth doesn’t prove that, I don’t know what does. ”
“So you’re all in then?”
“I guess so. He said I could still work for him, do the more serious things like his socials and calendar and packing, but the asinine shit is off the table. He wants me to focus on my art and what I want from my career, and when the time comes, we’ll tell my dad.
Until then, we’re just going to be . . .
us and, oh my God, as I say that to you right now, I remember him telling me that we’d keep this information between me and him.
I hope he doesn’t mind that I told you.”
“Oh, I doubt that he’ll mind.”
“You can’t tell anyone.” I point my finger at her.
“Who the hell would I tell?” she asks.
“I don’t know . . . Dale?”
She glances behind her to a now sleeping Dale with his headphones on, then back at me. “Trust me, Dale won’t be finding out. Your secret is safe with me.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“Of course, anything for my girl. Are we okay with you being the one who broke? Are you excited about what’s happening? Do I need to be gleefully clapping my hands and fawning over your new relationship?”
“Yes to everything,” I answer. “This feels . . . it feels like it could be something, Sandie.”
“If you feel that way, then nurture it. Don’t let your worries or fears get to your head because I know you’ll have them.” She knows me so well. Because, deep down, I do fear that I’ll go all in, and he’ll grow bored of me. That I won’t be good enough. That he’ll get his fix and then leave.
But my fears are something I need to battle because I trust Levi.
“I’ve already started having them,” I admit.
“Well, stop it,” she says. “You deserve this. You deserve a man who’ll care for you and support you. Lift you up. Soak him up and enjoy every second. Who knows, maybe he’s the one.”
I smirk and let out a sigh. “Is it weird that I’ve thought about that? We’ve barely been around each other, but something about him makes me feel like we belong together.”
“I can see it. Mark my words, I think you’re going to be Wylie Posey.”
“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes. “Please, one step at a time.”
“And what would the first step be?” she asks.
“Go to bed with him tonight.”
“Well, then, good luck and report back. Also, I’m happy for you, Wylie.”
“Thanks.” I blow her a kiss and hang up. I then stick my phone in my basket of things that I’m taking to Levi’s room and head out of the nanny hole and down the hallway, through the kitchen and toward his bedroom where he meets me halfway down the hall.
I chose a simple pink tank top and matching pink shorts to wear to bed tonight, and he’s already in his briefs. He smiles as he approaches and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“I like what I see,” he says.
I give him a once-over. “I really like what I see.”
He chuckles. “Going to double-check the locks. Make yourself comfortable, and I’ll be right back.”
While he heads toward the main living space, I move into his bedroom. I’m immediately transported back to the club with the black walls and furniture and carpet. But whereas the club felt almost cold, in some respects, Levi’s room is comfortable.
I set my basket down and take my charger and cell phone to the unoccupied nightstand. I feel weird slipping into his bed without him, so I wait. Thankfully, he’s quick and when he walks into the bedroom, spotting me just standing next to his bed and not climbing in it, he questions me.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes,” I answer. “Just waiting for you.” I pull on my bottom lip. “Last chance to change your mind about me being here.”
“Change my mind?” he says as if it’s the most insane thing he’s ever heard. “There’ll be no changing my mind. I’m dead set on this. If you chose not to sleep here, I’d follow you straight over to your twin bed.”
I chuckle as he moves to his side and climbs in. He holds the sheets and bedding back for me, but I don’t move right away.
“That would be quite the sight, you in my twin bed with me. Bet your feet would hang off the end as well.”
“They would.” He pats the mattress, but I don’t move. He sits taller with a confused look on his face. “Everything okay?”
I twist my hands together. “Just nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” he asks.
“Because I like you,” I say. “And that freaks me out. I haven’t really liked anyone in a while.
And you made me come hard, and that freaks me out as well because I really only know what an orgasm is from my own devices.
It was rare a partner gave me one. And you’re really, really hot, which freaks me out as well because I’ve never been with anyone as tall or attractive, or well-endowed as you.
” His smile stretches from ear to ear. “And I realize that you could have any girl you wanted and?—”
“And I want you,” he says as he moves across the bed and tugs on my hand, helping me join him in bed. “I want you, Wylie.”
“Are you sure?” I ask on a wince.
He chuckles. “Fucking positive. Because if you haven’t noticed, you’re my fucking dream.
Everything about you. I like your spunk and your attitude.
I love your hair and your eyes, your fucking body.
I love that you tell me what you want, when you want it.
And I love how free you are, how open you are to new things.
I’ve never truly been with someone before, someone I want in my bed, someone I want to wake up next to, and that should freak me out, but it doesn’t because this feels right. ”
“It does,” I say. “And that freaks me out.”
He laughs, pulling me down on the bed with him.
After turning out the light, he tugs me in close so I’m resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around me and his hand resting on my hip.
My God, this feels nice. Given that Dad wasn’t particularly tactile or demonstrative growing up, I often craved affection.
And it looks like Levi Posey is a cuddler.
“Do you know what freaks me out?” he asks, the rumble of his chest right beneath my ear.
“What?” I ask as I rest my hand on his stomach.
“The fact that you like bologna. I’ve never met another person who likes bologna.”
I chuckle softly. “I’m starting to think you have a real bologna problem.”
“Babe, you should have realized that from day one.”
“Apparently. Well, maybe our first date can be a picnic with bologna sandwiches.”
“Don’t tease me because that seems like the ultimate date.”
I relax into his hold, loving how he can make me feel at ease, especially when all of this is sort of crazy and up in the air.
“Are you nervous about my dad?”
His thumb rubs over my skin as he says, “Yeah, of course. He told me several times to stay away from you, and look how well that worked out. I just need to figure out a way to make this right, to show him that it’s okay, that we’re okay.
I mean, he can’t really kill one of his best defensemen, can he? ”
“I sure hope not. I know my dad will be disappointed in me.”
“But why?” he asks. “I don’t get it. And I don’t mean that to sound heartless, but I don’t understand why your dad treats you the way he does.
Why doesn’t he trust your judgment? Would it be so bad to date one of his players?
Sure, there are a few bad eggs out there, but for the most part, we’re good men, so wouldn’t he want that for his daughter? ”