Chapter 29 #2
“All right, enough. You two are way too sweet, it’s making me nauseous over here.” Joan stands from the desk and comes around, practically shoving us out the door and waving goodbye as we walk away.
“You were surrounded by strong, independent women growing up…who you also really annoyed,” Stevie states.
I palm my chest and feign pain. “The girl I like thinks I’m annoying, ouch.”
She smirks. “Drama queen.” A sigh slips from her beautiful lips as she lifts her nose to breathe in the fresh air. “This has been fun.”
“Eh, I guess.” She elbows me, making me grin.
“Come on, it hasn’t been that bad. Your mom and grandma are awesome, and Joan reminds me a lot of Jenny, meaning, I adore her.” She pauses on the sidewalk. “Is it the memories?”
I stop walking. I’m going to sound so fucking pathetic.
“Unfortunately.” Running a hand through my hair, I look down, feeling that sensation tugging at me again.
The one that says I’m not good enough, the one that stops me from being able to share my most prized fucking possession and passion: my music.
“It’s so stupid. I don’t know why I still feel like shit the second I step into this town, I just do. ”
A soft hand catches the one on my head and tugs it down. “I know why.” Stevie fixes my hair with her other hand.
I scoff. “You do? Because I’d love to be in the loop.”
She ignores my smart comment. “You’re about to turn twenty-one,” she states.
“Yes, Bambi, that I know.”
Her head tips to the side. “It’s been under four years since you last spoke to Zack, and it happened here.
When you tried getting closure, he treated you like crap for being yourself.
” A flicker of fear flashes across her face, as if I’m going to run away.
Like her, I’ll never run away, no matter how hard it is to hear the truth being said out loud for the first time.
“Then it became a pattern. Maybe not the verbally abusive part, but from everything you’ve told me, most of your relationships have ended because of the same reason.
I can’t help but think that you’ve subconsciously always traced it back here, back to the first time you got judged by somebody you loved. And not just any love, but your first.”
Fuck. Her words open some sort of door in my mind, and memories come flooding in of every relationship I’ve ever had. She’s right; the pain, the thoughts, the ending of every single partnership—they all lead back here.
Gran was right too. Stevie is a rare fucking gem. Not that I needed to be told that. I already knew.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a genius, Bambi?” I cup her face.
She starts to tear up, and shit, both of us are an emotional damn mess. Now my vision’s blurring. I hug her tight and kiss the top of her head as she nuzzles her face into my neck.
“Thank you,” I manage to croak out.
She nods, understanding what I’m thanking her for.
Everything this woman has done for me the past couple of months, hell, the past few days, has helped me heal from traumas that happened years ago.
She’s smarter than any therapist I’ve been to, but maybe that’s because she sees me for me, and I stopped trying to hide my insecurities from her a while ago.
“If I could go back in time, I would’ve said yes to writing that song together.”
She pulls back, her eyes red-rimmed. “No, don’t say that. Everything happened the way it was supposed to. Life’s too short for regrets.” Her voice is confident, like she’s already thought about this before.
I nod, agreeing with her. “Promise me we’ll write a song together in the future?”
“It’s about damn time you asked, Hotshot.”
I silence her with a laugh and a kiss, which turns into us making out in the middle of the street.
Our tongues touch, causing me to push her against a tree, where she moans softly into my mouth.
I’m hard as a damn rock. We haven’t been able to fuck for days.
And yeah, I got that earth-shattering blow job, but she hasn’t gotten jack shit.
Grunting, I grab her hand and walk toward the small park where a large tree sits in the back. We can’t do anything at my gran’s place since we’ll be sleeping on the pullout sofa bed in the living room. Luckily, there’s no one here at this time of night.
“What are you doing?” Stevie’s eyes scan the area, and mine do the same.
“It’s a good thing you wore a skirt tonight, Bambi.
” Her eyes widen before I take her hair that’s grown a bit since she got it cut and pull it.
The outfit has been driving me crazy all day.
I almost fingered her while driving, but I didn’t want to chance her being seen by another driver.
The skirt isn’t as tight as the one she wore the first night we fucked, meaning easier access.
A whimper escapes her. “Levi.”
She attempts to grab me, but I shake my head. Glancing behind her, I spot the plaque attached behind the tree about some old dude who donated something to help the park. There’s a reason I chose this tree other than for its discretion, she won’t get hurt with the bark this way.
“Turn around,” I demand. She bites her lip and faces away from me.
“Walk to where the plaque is.” Stevie gets close but not close enough.
I take a step, and my boots crack the branches on the ground.
The sound catches her attention, and she attempts to look over her shoulder.
“Stare straight ahead and don’t move.” Her face assumes its position again, and satisfaction runs through me.
I can hear her breaths growing louder, and my dick twitches at how excited and nervous she is.
Yeah, I can’t wait any longer. I pounce and push her against the metal, making sure her head is protected.
A loud gasp escapes her lips. “We have to keep quiet. Remember, your moans are only for me to hear.” She closes her eyes and nods.
“Good girl.” Her body shudders, and I press my dick against her ass and grunt when she pushes against me.
If we weren’t in a place where anybody could walk by, I’d spank her for moving.
Instead, I lift her top and bra, letting her breasts touch the cold metal.
She bites her lip to stifle her scream at the sensation.
Fuuuuck. “I’m not going to last long, baby.
I’m sorry,” I warn her before lifting her skirt and bringing her panties down.
The sound of me unbuttoning my belt and pants makes her pant even louder.
Stevie’s been quieter than usual, with her words, that is, and I wonder if she isn’t comfortable with this.
I lay a kiss on her neck and tip her head back. “Do you not want to do this?”
She closes her eyes. “Levi, I’m biting my cheek so hard I’m drawing blood. The thought of us getting caught is getting me soaked, but I want to be your good girl, and I’m keeping extra quiet to please you. Does that answer your question?” Her voice is breathy and desperate.
My dick throbs, and I kiss her, knowing she won’t be able to hold back the scream with what I’m about to do next. In three seconds, I shove myself inside of her, and she moans so fucking loudly, I have to contain my own.
Shit, her words did more to me than I expected, and she is soaked and tight. I’m going to come embarrassingly fast if I move again.
Stevie clenches around me, and on instinct, I smack her ass. “Don’t fucking do that again, not until you finish, understood?” She nods, clearly holding back whatever sound she was about to make.
Feeling fine to move again, I remember our surroundings.
I don’t want anyone else to see what’s mine.
We’ll have to be quick. I’ll take my time with her once we’re back at the apartment.
I thrust inside of my girl and grunt, moving faster, keeping my hand over her mouth that’s containing all of her sexy sounds.
I wish I could hear them all, but I settle for the way her body reacts to mine.
“Nobody gets to see you but me,” I growl in her ear as a reminder. “You’re mine. Say it.”
Moving my hand to her light brown strands, she moans, “I’m yours, Levi.”
“Fuck.” And I go harder, grabbing her hips to steady myself.
She makes small sounds until a yelp slips out and her body starts to shake. “I’m close.”
I’m right there with her. Shoving her face against the plaque again, my body flush against hers, I rub her clit. “Come for me while I fill you up.”
Stevie shakes and clenches around me. I cover her mouth when she starts getting too loud.
In two more thrusts, I’m growling as I empty myself inside of her.
I can feel her dripping down my cock, and it makes me groan.
Both of us continue coming for what seems like minutes.
That was one of the hottest fucks of my life.
Pulling myself out of her, I turn her around and stick two fingers inside of her, my need to mark her strong. She throws her head back. “Too sensitive,” she mumbles.
Biting her lip, I say, “I want my cum inside of you for the rest of the night.” I put her panties in place once I’m satisfied.
Stevie looks at me with sleepy eyes and pulls me by my shirt, kissing me. This time it’s a gentle kiss. Our tongues touch lightly, then she pushes me away slightly, smiling. “Was I a good girl?” she whispers.
I chuckle under my breath at her need for reassurance. “Such a good girl. My good girl.”
Stevie grins. “That was fun.”
I smile again, agreeing. The three words are on the tip of my tongue again, but I don’t say them. I won’t right now, not after we fucked like animals.
Kissing her on the forehead, I walk with her to my grandma’s house as the crickets’ chirps heighten.
We fall asleep, cuddling as usual, and I inhale what’s become my favorite scent in the world, lavender and vanilla.
“I’m falling for you, Bambi,” I whisper, knowing she’s already asleep. “I think I’m in love with you.” With that, I close my eyes and don’t wake up until I smell coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen.
“Are you sure you can’t stay another night?” Mom asks for the millionth time.
“No, Mom. I’m sorry. Her family is waiting for us, and we already stayed an extra night.” It was the first time I’ve stayed longer than I needed to and had some actual fun, all thanks to my girl.
Looking over at Stevie, I see her talking to my gran before they hug, looking like they’ve been friends for years. I’m sure if Gran sees herself in Stevie, it makes sense that they’d get close so quickly.
We say our final goodbyes, and I promise to visit soon. This time, I fucking mean it.
Stevie and I walk down the street to the car since my mom’s car took up too much space in the driveway last night.
We talk about Joan’s band who we got to see rehearse last night. She’s gotten so much better at playing and singing. It was pretty good.
Opening the door for Stevie, I’m taken aback when she gives me a kiss that makes me want to take her into the back seat and fuck her in broad daylight. I’ve never wanted somebody like I do her, which is every second of every damn day.
Letting her go and taking a step to my side of the car, I glance at a couple walking toward us and halt at what I see.
Zack.