54. Bay
FIFTY-FOUR
bay
The comfort underneath a car always makes my problems go away. Even if it’s changing oil and replacing spark plugs, my brain needs some me-time and a desperate break from what’s going to happen in the next couple of days and weeks. I’m not sure how the Forsaken Boys are going to act when they find out Levi is alive, and I kept it from them.
I’d do it again.
There’s nothing that would change my mind.
Even if I knew every single consequence that would be handed my way, I would protect Levi until my last breath.
Cairo left early in the morning after he fucked me a million times, and I haven’t heard from him in two days. I was beginning to think I imagined the whole damn thing until he texted me this morning that his father was recovering and wanted to meet.
I knew it was necessary, so I agreed and asked him to give me the day and time. Lorenzo Black isn’t an enemy of mine, and since I’m heading into this Titan bullshit with Ramsey, maybe he has an idea of how to keep me out of it.
Russian Roulette doesn’t sound like a fun time. And my luck hasn’t been the best lately.
However, I haven’t allowed myself to think about it since I don’t know when or how this is going to happen. Yet I trust Levi to keep me safe and the event not happening.
Everything else is a shitshow with the boys.
Removing the valve cover on Dad’s Nova so I can get to the spark plugs, I straighten my spine to grab the right socket and ratchet to get them off when my sweatpants are suddenly shoved down my ass.
The fuck?
It’s so random because no one is here with me, so my brain trips on itself before a large hand captures my mouth, and a hard body presses into my spine.
My elbow immediately thrusts back, connecting with hard muscle when my wrist is caught and pinned to my back.
I’m forced to bend over the front end, and my knees are also wedged into the bumper, giving me limited access to move. I’m completely immobilized and waiting for my attacker to give me an inch so I can make a break for it.
Until I feel his hard cock slip between my thighs, and I go into full-forced freakout mode.
Using my weight and the car, I try to gain some wiggle room and for my attacker to get the hell away from me.
I can feel the tip of him glide against my entrance when he loosens the grip on my mouth and brings it to his cock. Within seconds, he’s trying to thrust into me, even though I’m not wet.
It hurts, but he doesn’t stop.
He only pushes harder, and when I’m seconds from screaming, he enters the chat.
“I think you’d be upset too if I would’ve fucked Nessa within feet of you.”
My whole body, organs, and brain function freeze at the sound of Levi’s voice from behind.
Slowly, I crane my head, latching onto his light green eyes full of nonchalance, but I can see the slight tic in his jaw. The way his muscles bunch at his shoulders and that, deep down, he’s royally pissed off.
“You didn’t think you were that quiet, did you?”
Fucking Cairo.
I was too caught up in the moment through most of it. I was exhausted during the last half. I don’t remember the noise factor.
But it would be naive as fuck for me to think the two of us fucking each other would be anything but silent. That neither one of us wouldn’t get so lost in the moment we wouldn’t make that much noise.
“I’ll stand here all day until you’re wet for me, Astor,” he says matter-of-factly, his tone cool and impressively collected. “I didn’t know a surprise fuck was something you liked, but I’ll admit”—his gaze falls to my ass then and he keeps it there—“I’m all for the fight and fucking you raw.”
Shit.
My pussy clenches involuntarily, and Levi must feel it because his green-filled gaze slices up to me.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole,” he emits simply. “Of all the things you’ve done, this one I’m going to discipline you for.”
He’s so full of shit thinking this wouldn’t be something I’d want, but I allow him to think it anyway.
I’m done with the games. I’m entirely finished with the second-guessing, too.
This is happening, and I’m not going to regret it or chalk it up as a mistake. Levi Wallace has always been mine and vice versa, and I’ll be fucking damned if I don’t go the rest of my life without having him.
Pushing against him, I receive more of his cock and an immediate growl from Levi’s wide chest.
He scoffs through his nose as if disappointed with himself for the reaction or that I’m not taking this seriously. “Nothing will ever make you sorry, will it?”
“I am sorry,” I mutter. “And I am an asshole.”
He moves again, forcing some more of his dick inside me, and since I wasn’t ready, I’m having a hard time adjusting when I’m not soaked. “You know you’re mine, right? You’ve always been mine.”
I bob my head, wiggling my fingers still being held at my wrist for him to let me free.
However, he’s still not ready yet.
“I wanna hear you say it,” he orders tersely. “I want us to be on the same page, Astor.”
“I’ve always been Levi Wallace’s girl. Everyone knows it. I know it, even if we didn’t have the official title. I’m never going anywhere. I’m always going to stay with you.”
“That means this pussy is mine,” he growls a bit. “And I can take it whenever I want, doesn’t it?”
Do or die.
Do or die.
Or, in this case, lose him.
We could never go back to what we were after everything that’s happened—after this. There’s no back to hanging out and fucking around verbally with each other without the tension and memories of moments like this.
Not that I’d want to.
But my self-awareness and fear are trying to get me to make the right decision, and that’s to play it safe.
To keep his feelings safe.
However, Levi and I have always played by our own set of rules.
Levi’s cock sinks deeper into me, and my body tries its best to welcome the intrusion. My poor cunt is trying to lubricate his cock for this, but he caught me so damn off guard and tangled into this moment that it’s not able to multitask right now.
“Need an answer, Astor.”
I nod, gathering up the words to roll freely from my tongue. “I’m yours. I’ve always been?—”
He thrusts all the way inside me, prompting a sharp gasp to escape and my body to flinch.
“I want you to live fearlessly for me. There’s no one I would lay my life down for other than you, the girls, and my boys. But you…” His body lightly presses into mine as he leans over, spiking my pulse at an abnormally high rate as his chest meets my spine. “You, I would lay everything down for. My pride, my ego, my whole fucking town. I would give you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted if you showed me an ounce of what you do them. I’m telling you…right now, that I want you. I never gave Nessa the time of day because it wasn’t just a matter of pissing you off, but I didn’t feel for her what I’ve always felt for you.”
Fuck me seven ways to Friday.
“I want you to live fearlessly for me.”
And I would do just that. There are no lines that could be crossed between us. We just are.
I need him like I need my damn peace. To finally make this happen so the awkwardness of wanting and wondering stops eating at my insides. So we’re able to take the next step—whatever the hell that is.
“I love you, Lev,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “And I’m never going to love someone like I do you.”
Levi doesn’t waste a second. He withdraws and reenters me with a brutal thrust that takes away my next inhale of oxygen.
Releasing my wrist, he bows forward and takes my lips in a slow kiss, a contrast to the way he’s driving hungrily into my body.
Reaching around to cradle the back of his neck, I shove his baseball cap out of my way to feel his hair. The short texture and anything, really, to touch and explore every inch of him.
In turn, Levi’s palm finds one of my hips and squeezes at the flesh there. My thighs part wider to receive more of him, and I’m not disappointed.
I’m stuck between a dream and reality, not knowing which is which. Every thrust and delve of Levi’s tongue has me reeling in a moment I never want to end.
Not now or ever.
“You alright, Astor?”
His question is something I should be answer, but all I can do is bob my head and keep my ass pressed against his hips over and over again to keep this going. To keep receiving every inch of his cock as I begin meeting his thrust and welcome him in.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he mutters against the surface of my mouth. “You think you can take more?”
More?
There’s no fucking way…
Breaking our kiss, I pull back to connect with those light moss-colored eyes and an expression of sheer hunger on his face.
And he’s so goddamn sexy it’s fucking disgusting.
“More?” I repeat, with half my brain dangling somewhere in my head. I expect, I don’t know, some arrogant expression to illuminate his features, but Levi appears too in the moment to revel in that perspective.
“More,” he confirms with a guttural tone. “Because I’m going to give you all of me, Astor. Heart, body, and fuckin’ soul. This isn’t just a relationship that took too long to happen. You’re my soulmate. I’m never going to want anything or anyone else.”
I bounce on his cock in response, earning a twitch and a more frantic pace from Levi.
He straightens our bodies, his chest still at my back when he says, “Get on the bumper, and do that again.”
With one foot, I push myself onto the chrome part of the car, losing a bit of Levi’s dick, but he arrives closer so that he doesn’t lose me.
Positioning myself so my knees are bent, and I’m crouched in my new position, I use all my strength in my legs to sink up and down Levi’s length. He meets me with every descent and ascend, pounding into me like his life depends on it.
And I can’t help but moan like a bitch in heat with every thrust of his cock.
“Don’t stop,” I order gruffly, receiving him with fervor at this new angle, with my thighs spread wide-open, is absolute heaven and hell.
Levi roughly grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks, helping take some of my weight so this lasts longer than I think it will.
I love how he just gives it to me without roaming his hands everywhere. It’s raw and powerful, just like he is. Not only is it a surge of confidence for me, but it feels right.
It makes me feel strong and worthy.
His hand comes across my ass in one swift motion before I hear him spit, and then the pad of his thumb rests dangerously against my asshole.
“How many have been here, Astor?”
I feel tested because he’s not going to like the answer. The first time I tried anal was after I broke up with Matteo. I had this needy urge to fuck someone else because the idea of him being my last made me nauseous.
And it could’ve been anyone at that point. Even Pretty Boy, if he would’ve timed it up right.
However, Gavin Sader was this fuckboy with a big cock, and he knew how to use it. Mind you, he didn’t go down on girls, but I didn’t require a full-hour sex-a-thon.
I just wanted to fuck and forget.
And, after about three or four times, I was already tired of him.
“One,” I deadpan, hoping like hell he drops it.
Instead, his teeth sink gently into my earlobe, and it’s a subtle warning he’s about to strike with the response he’s looking for. No matter how many because he already knows it’s an answer he’s not going to like.
“Who?”
The one-worded question sends a violent shiver down my spine as I inhale, gathering up the dude’s name without much need to go back and try to remember. It’s useless information, but the man at my back needs it, nonetheless.
No matter how stupid the reason.
“Gavin…Sader.”
Levi abruptly freezes, his cock buried deep inside me, and I fight the urge to squirm. “Gavin Sader… You mean the little motherfucker who stole my bike?”
Yep.
“That was after.”
“That was Roger’s bike. Do you know how pissed off he was at me afterward?”
I weakly lift my shoulders because I’m failing to see the point when I have Levi’s cock making me go crazy. “Mad?”
“Try that he wanted to drag me behind his buddy’s Harley to articulate how the bike felt as it was driving away.”
My lips curl into a smile. “I remember.”
Levi flattens his thumb against the piece of my body he’s taking an extensive interest in and begins rocking inside me again. The sensation of what he might or might not do has my body buzzing with anticipation and pleasure all rolled into a tight ball in my gut.
“I need to rectify that, Astor,” Levi mutters into the shell of my ear. “Tell me you’d want that.”
“I want that.”
“Right now?”
My head bobs needily. He could ask me anything right now as long as I get to come all over his cock.
“I love it when you’re a bad little girl, Astor. But I’m having way too much fun with this tight pussy, and I wanna come deep inside.”
I palm one of my tits through my shirt and start bucking up against him again, teasing his thumb to take some more action. “You could fuck both my holes. Give me something to look forward to.”
Levi thrusts harder, deeper, and utterly intoxicating to all my senses as his digit begins to sink inside me. “Like this?”
I moan, wanton, meeting him thrust for thrust. “More, Lev. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You,” he says automatically before he loses himself in a flurry of impatient pacing and his hands tightening
His cock plunges in and out of me violently. His thumb makes its way deeper, and when he gets to his knuckle, I come so fucking hard I bow over from the intensity of it.
Levi holds me by my waist, using me bent over to his advantage as he continues fucking each hole.
I arch my back, receiving every hard inch as I ride my wave before Levi suddenly groans and spills himself roughly inside me.
Every thrust is purposeful and final. This skirting around the edges of what we are to each other, the words and feelings never spoken, is over.
He’s mine.