Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
STEVIE
Levi ceases his playful, sensual kisses.
I hold my breath, waiting to hear the answer.
We said all kinds of things while he was inside of me, when we both wanted and needed to come.
At the same time, his piercing was hitting me in all the right spots, until I blacked out for a second when I came.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had, there’s no doubt about that.
Still, I’m not na?ve enough to not know that saying “I love you” during sex doesn’t count, like “be mine” doesn’t necessarily have to, either.
When I told Levi I was his, I meant it…I think.
No, I did. I want to be his, and in my book, that means being in an exclusive relationship.
It’s what I’ve always pictured for my life.
My current life, my future one, it doesn’t matter.
I know I’m not the kind of person who wants a complicated friends-with-benefits type of situation.
There’s nothing wrong with having casual sex, but after this experience, realization dawned on me that I’m not capable of it. I’m only hoping he feels the same way.
Thinking about it now, it would’ve been better to address this a long time ago. In my defense, I didn’t know he liked me that way until tonight.
“I don’t know if that’s what you meant when you said I was yours,” I clarify.
Levi pulls his dick out of me, and I wince at the slight unfamiliar sting of something that big and new exiting my body.
“You okay?” he asks quickly and lies on his side, facing me.
I nod. “Yeah, I’ll survive.” But not if you don’t answer my question. “Did my question freak you out—”
“Yes.” His eyes don’t leave mine as his face goes straight.
“It did freak you out.” I prop myself up on an arm, about to flee the room.
Levi chuckles and pulls me down, wrapping his arm around my waist. He tucks me close to him until our noses are touching. “Yes, as in, yes, I am your boyfriend, as long as you’ll have me.”
My heart skips a beat, and I can’t help the smile that escapes me, causing my nose to scrunch up.
God, I feel like a high schooler again. “I guess.”
He raises his eyebrows. “As I recall, five minutes ago you were screaming ‘I’m yours’ while I was deep inside you, loud enough for the entire town to hear.”
My eyes widen, and I can feel my cheeks heat. I slap his chest and try to wiggle my way out of his hold. Levi only laughs and stops me by giving me a long, languid kiss that once again makes the outside world fade.
As soon as I feel him getting hard again, which is an impressive recovery, he pulls away and grabs me lightly by the throat. “You’re mine as much as I am yours. As long as you want me, I. Am. Yours.”
His words hit home, and I cup his cheek as he lets go of my neck. We’ve both been hurt in the same way, he more than I, and that is something we need to address now.
“Levi, you need to know that I accept you for who you are, nothing will ever change that. I will not run, and I will never purposely hurt you.” He leans into my palm and kisses it.
“I’ll never hurt you either, Bambi, and I’ll always be there for you.” We both smile.
What we said was a lot for two people who just started dating, but we have more baggage than the average person, and Levi needs words of affirmation as much as I do.
My new boyfriend comes back from the kitchen a couple of minutes later to bring us some snacks and drinks.
He sets the can of blackberry ginger ale on my side of the bed and takes one look at me when I move to open it.
The sheet falls off my breasts, exposing myself to the cold air as my nipples pucker.
Levi stares at them, not bothering to pretend he isn’t.
“Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to gawk?”
He scoffs. “I’m only a man, Bambi. Besides, I’m just admiring what’s mine.” Levi winks before moving to the other side of the bed. I may or may not stare at his muscular chest and six-pack the entire time he’s walking as I sip my drink.
What can I say? I’m only a woman.
Covering myself up again, I switch sides and watch him take a sip of juice. He looks straight ahead and tilts his head.
What is he looking at?
“Spring break is next week,” he states.
I look at the wall and see a calendar propped up against it. Okay, that’s what he’s staring at. “Um, yeah.”
“Come home with me.”
Levi’s words leave me stunned. “W-what?” I stutter.
He looks down at me and smirks. “Come with me to my house for a couple of days.”
His body is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen. Does he not realize how significant this is? “You mean meet your mom and grandma?”
Levi takes another sip of juice. “It’s a given, seeing as they own the place.”
I shoot up and lean against the headboard. “You do realize you invited me to meet your family when less than two hours ago I was on another date, right?”
His eyes shoot to mine, and I see the envy written all over them.
“Yes, I do realize that, Stevie. But as we both said less than two hours ago, you like me and I really fucking like you.” He puts the juice down.
“You’re also my girlfriend now, and it’s only right for you to meet my family.
” My heart squeezes. He lets out a deep breath.
“I also hate it there. Having you around for those two days would not only make it bearable but also fun. Then we can go wherever you want. Maybe to your parents’? ”
My body stiffens. I hadn’t thought about my moms. That’s probably not going to go over very well, considering how overprotective they’ve been since last year and even more so after Andrew. But this is a new relationship with someone who I not only have feelings for, but who’s also my friend.
“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Levi grins and leans over to kiss me, but I put a finger up, stopping him. “As long as you take me to Long Island to get the other thing on my list done. You already gave me the other one earlier tonight.”
His hand wraps into my hair, and an arm circles my waist, forcing me to straddle him. He touches my clit, and I gasp, still sensitive from before but already begging for more.
Levi sticks a finger inside of me, holding me back from kissing him by pulling my hair. He keeps pumping into me, adding another finger as I drip down his hand.
“I love feeling my cum inside of you.” His words are hot against my neck, and I clench around him, wanting his dick inside of me again.
“Inside of me again, now,” I mumble as I whimper. Levi is amazing at fingering, but nothing compares to what happened earlier.
He pulls my hair back once more before hiking me up, leaving me confused when he slides himself down until my pussy is right on top of his face.
My eyes widen as he shoots me a wink and sticks his tongue inside of me.
“Oh God.” My legs shake, and I almost smack my face against the wall. I manage to steady myself before it happens.
“Grab the headboard and ride my face until you come, then we have a deal.” His tongue moves up and down again, then inside of me. My moan is loud enough to wake the dead.
Shamelessly, I rub myself against his mouth, then his fingers, then both, until my thighs are squeezing his head and my knuckles are white from holding on to the headboard for so long.
The moment I lay my forehead against said headboard, sweat droplets falling down my temples as my orgasm dissipates, Levi says, “Long Island, here we come.”