Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
LEVI
Fuck. Me.
Not only is my ex half a block away, but he’s with his wife and kid. I blink twice to make sure it’s him, and yep, I’d recognize that blond hair anywhere. He hasn’t spotted me yet, but it’s only a matter of time—
And there it is. He halts mid-step like I did, and his eyes widen in panic. I’m not going to lie, a ping of satisfaction hits me until I realize how fucked up that is and shake my head.
Stevie opens the door, catching my attention. “You okay, Hotshot?”
“Zack’s over there.” My voice is even. I thought I’d be more nervous seeing my first love after so long. Instead, I feel absolutely nothing. He’s still looking at me while his wife is waving a hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention.
Yeah, keep doing that, Zack. You’re not being obvious at all.
I feel my girlfriend’s touch on my forearm, and when I meet her green eyes, she looks more panicked than she did the night we got arrested. “I’m fine, Bambi,” I’m quick to reassure her.
She cups my face. “You sure?”
I grin at the girl I’m falling in love with. She’s the only person I’ve ever felt at complete peace with, and I know that Zack wasn’t my first love, not when someone like Stevie cares for me and accepts me for everything that I am.
“Positive.” I open the door for her again. “Let’s get out of here.”
She looks at me one more time. Whatever Stevie sees must convince her since she jumps back into the passenger seat. I take one more look at Zack, who’s started walking again, and give him a curt nod and smile.
Don’t worry, Zack. Your secrets are safe with me, I tell him through the gesture and turn around. His karma has already caught up to him. He’ll be miserable for the rest of his life, and I can’t help but feel bad for the fucker.
STEVIE
Spring break flew by, and it went much smoother than expected.
My moms treated Levi well…for the most part.
They’re still overprotective. Nonetheless, it was a ton of family fun.
That, and Levi found places to have sex that I never would’ve thought of.
It felt great being in his arms for an entire week and a half, but now it’s time to go back to the real world.
Speaking of the real world…I haven’t heard any news on whether I got the part or not. The nerves in my stomach build as we drive closer and closer to Driscoll. The hours that pass decrease my chance of getting what I worked so hard for.
I didn’t get it, there’s no way I did. There are only two days left of spring break after today, and that’s the weekend. Nobody’s going to be working this weekend.
There’s always next semester, I tell myself.
Suddenly, my neck heats. Levi’s eyes are on me.
I can feel them. I always do. He thinks I don’t see the glances, or the lengthy stares he probably doesn’t mean to do for as long as he does, but I can see that something in him changed this past week, ever since the night after meeting Joan.
The way he touches me, speaks to me, talks to my moms about us…
I can’t help but wonder, did my words from that night help heal whatever it was that needed healing?
He sure showed me they did by what happened a few minutes later.
Levi’s unbelievably sexy—and why am I not looking at him instead of thinking about it? Jeez, he’s my boyfriend, I’m allowed to stare.
Turning, I see him smirk, staring straight ahead, both of his hands on the wheel.
I smile. He knows he’s hot and yet he’s also humble. It’s one of his most attractive qualities, other than his honesty, loyalty, and integrity. His mom and grandma showed me why he is the way he is. I adored both, and each of them loved me, at least that’s what they said.
His grandma told me something, something she made me promise not to tell Levi until the time was right. I’m not sure when that’ll be, nor did I ask her to explain, but I feel like I’ll somehow know.
“You need to stop staring at me, baby.” Levi’s mouth curls into a half smile.
I narrow my eyes and turn around in my seat so my body faces his. “Just admiring the view, Hotshot.”
He chuckles and the sound goes straight to my core, my panties getting wetter the closer we get to Driscoll. Having sex with him is amazing…and a great distraction from my worries.
“Can we play with some of your toys tonight?” I ask him, trying to keep the conversation going. I’ve been curious about them for a while now.
His eyebrows shoot up and he glances at me briefly with a heated gaze. “We’ll see.”
Rolling my eyes, I look through my phone to change the current song that’s playing and find one that will most definitely surprise Levi since I’m not usually one for these songs, but it works for this situation.
“Please Me” by Bruno Mars and Cardi B plays, and I turn the music up, waiting for his reaction. At first, he tilts his head, and once Bruno’s voice fills the speakers, he lets out a deep breath, and I can tell that he’s suppressing a smile.
So, I take it up a notch and start rapping Cardi’s part, because yes, I do know all the words.
I can’t imagine how ridiculous I look right now.
A white girl who only sings songs from musicals or rock pop, but it makes him laugh loudly once I start dancing to it too.
The song’s a joke, yet I’m also trying to make a point here.
Levi joins in singing Bruno’s part and dances, moving his hips slightly, distracting me.
I’ve never seen Levi dance. That one Zumba class doesn’t count; I wasn’t looking at him then like I am now, but these small hip movements and his subtle upper body rolls are proving that he has rhythm in his body, as well as in his fingers and voice.
He looks at me and runs a hand dramatically down his chest, being playful. He throws a wink, knowing how that gesture makes me want to jump him. Not many men can pull off a sexy wink.
“You’re so getting some tonight,” I say when the song comes to an end and I finish the last rap verse.
He lifts a shoulder. “I know.”
I scoff. “All right, that very well might change now.”
Levi grabs my thigh and pulls it to the side, spreading both of them.
“No, it won’t.” I breathe heavily as he grazes his fingers against my very thin flowy pants.
My nipples harden instantly, and I throw my head back.
He applies the tiniest bit of pressure on my clit and I moan.
Next thing I know, his hand is back on the wheel, leaving me wet and wanting.
“Since I’m obviously still getting some tonight, I guess we can use some toys. ”
I narrow my eyes. “You are so lucky I like you.”
He grins. “Oh yeah? How much do you like me, baby?”
“Enough to get on my knees on a cold tile floor in the bathroom of a tattoo shop to blow you,” I retort with a snort.
Levi laughs. “Point taken.”
The music in the car stops the moment my phone begins to ring. It’s an unknown number with an Ulster County zip code.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “What do I do?”
Levi’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Answering it would be a good start.”
“Right.” I blow out a shaky breath and slide the button across the screen. “Hello?”
“Hello, I’m calling for Stephanie Winters?” A male voice fills the car speakers and I’m too shaken up to change it to a personal call.
“This is she,” I confirm.
“Nice to officially meet you, Ms. Winters. I’m Mr. Martin, the director of the show.” He must be the man who’d been sitting in the center of the tables during all of my auditions.
Levi and I exchange an equally nervous glance. He’s about to crap his pants too.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Martin.”
“Well, I’m sure you’re wanting to know if I’m calling with good or bad news.” He pauses for what seems like an eternity, and my lunch starts crawling up my throat. Spit it out. “Congratulations, Ms. Winters. You’re playing Daisy in this year’s spring production.”
My eyes widen, and my mouth hangs open, needing to hear the words again. Levi bumps me with his elbow, lightly motioning to the phone. Right, I need to say something. I clear my throat, nausea hitting me for an entirely new reason now.
“That’s amazing news, Mr. Martin, thank you so much,” I say on the verge of tears.
“We’re looking forward to having you on board, Ms. Winters. You’ll be receiving an email with more information on rehearsals by tomorrow morning.” He throws a load more of information on me before hanging up.
The line goes silent, and I stare at my phone, disbelief washing over me.
“I got it,” I whisper, and look up at Levi. He smiles and pulls over to the side of the darkening road. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you a proper congratulations, Bambi.” Levi grabs my face with both of his hands. “You fucking got it.”
I laugh. “I fucking got it!” I yelp and he hugs me, kissing me until it becomes deeper and more desperate.
He pushes me away by the throat, and his dark blue eyes are hooded with lust. “Do you need the toys tonight?”
Shaking my head, I unbuckle my seat belt, already three steps ahead of him. “No.” I want to celebrate this thing I’ve been working so hard for, for months, with him.
We kiss again, our tongues tangling, and I feel Levi’s chair sliding backward, making enough space for me to climb on top of him.
We’re both tall, but with this much space it should work.
Looking around, I notice that we’re in a secluded, wooded area.
Scratch that, we’re near a cliff. Not close enough to fall, but it’s a sort of lookout point—one of many around here.
“I don’t want to get arrested again, Levi,” I tell him between kisses.
He shakes his head. “We won’t.”
With that, I unbuckle his belt, and he struggles to get my pants down. Meanwhile, his dick is already in my hands.
“Fuck, Stevie.” He huffs out a frustrated breath. “How attached are you to these flimsy pants?”
I look at his cock that’s thickening more and more as I grow wetter. “They’re replaceable.”
“Thank fuck.” Levi rips a hole in them, right in between my legs, causing me to gasp.
Jesus, I forget how strong he is sometimes.
He pushes my silk panties to the side and slides a finger up and down my slit.
I throw my head back in a moan, almost arching enough to honk the horn. “You’re soaked, baby.”
“Mhm,” I mumble, too distracted by his touch.
He grabs me by my hair the way he always does, rough yet tender, but always, always dominating, showing me I’m his and his only. I whimper when he kisses me again. Levi grabs his cock and rubs the tip against my clit, making me shake and moan.
“Sit still. This might hurt.” He picks me up by the hips and thrusts into me, filling me to the brim. I let out a scream of pain and pleasure. I also forgot how big he is and that piercing. Holy shit, does it feel amazing. “Fuck, baby,” he moans and lays his forehead on mine. “Ride me.”
I look at him, still shaking from the hard thrust, wanting more but feeling slightly insecure.
“I don’t have much experience doing…that.
” I close my eyes, cursing the only man I was with, who always insisted on being on top or behind.
Just when I thought I was rid of my past, it comes back to slap me in the face.
Levi grabs my chin. “Eyes on me,” he demands.
“I don’t think you understand how good you are at this,” he explains, and I bite my lip, knowing I haven’t been bad at what we’ve done so far, not by his reaction.
His dick twitches in me, and I moan. Levi smirks.
“All it would take is one word, one look from you, Stevie, and I’d be on my knees in a second begging to have you,” he whispers against my lips.
“This dick is yours. Use it to get us both off. Use me, Stevie.”
“Levi,” I whisper, not finding another response to his words.
“I know, baby.” His forehead lands on mine, and I move my hips, bringing him in and out of me.
A relieved breath escapes both of us at the movement.
I move at a slow pace until I can’t take it anymore and push myself up high enough for only his tip to be in me and slam myself back down.
I whimper and shake while he groans. “Fuck, do that again.” And so I do.
Levi keeps his hands in my hair, and then he’s rubbing my nipples, making me tighten around him.
I’m moving the fastest I can on top of him, and I’ve never felt this confident in myself while fucking. Tingles gather near my clit. “I’m going to come,” I tell him while he kisses my neck.
“Give it to me, baby. Come all over me,” he groans against my mouth.
His thumb touches my clit and I explode, my whole body going on fire. I yell his name as waves of pleasure hit me over and over.
“Fuuuck, yes.” Levi slams into me a couple more times, and loud grunts fill my ears with my name in between them.
Our breaths slow down, and Levi stops moving in me. He hugs me close to his chest and kisses me tenderly like he always does.
“Congratulations, Bambi. You had it in the bag.” His smile shows me how proud he is.
I can’t help the blush that creeps up my cheeks. “Thanks for the congratulations present, Hotshot.”
He chuckles. “Night’s not over yet.”
Levi then proceeds to shower me with words of praise, yet the only ones I’m waiting to hear are a specific three, to see if what his grandma told me is true.
The same ones that he wasn’t willing to confirm the night he thought I couldn’t hear him because he believed I was sleeping.
It’ll be the first time that any boy has ever truly loved me.
The question is, am I ready to be loved by Levi Clarke?