Levi
NINE
I can still feel her.
Smell her skin.
And I’ve barely touched her.
But fuck, that resolved years of longing.
After leaving Summer, I spent the afternoon working, as planned, mostly introducing myself to staff before bowing out, since Summer and I had an early start to our day. Spending the remainder with strangers over my girl isn’t my ideal vacation.
Now, I’m enthralled by the candlelight creating the prettiest flush across her skin.
Seated across from me, she fiddles with her cloth napkin and scans the dining room, taking in the entire Italian restaurant.
She shuffles every so often, and her cheeks flush, making it easy to presume where her thoughts have gone.
“Thanks for coming with me,” I say to break the cycle of her nervousness. Still, she jumps, sliding her attention to me with wide eyes. “When Dad ordered me down here, it was pretty much the last place I wanted to be.”
“However would you have survived the sun and beach?” She smirks.
“Being away from you was the issue, but you fixed that.” I lift my glass in a mock salute. “You’re nicer to look at than nothing.”
“Don’t charm me, Levi Westwood. It won’t work like it does with all the other unsuspecting girls.”
I want to ask her what girls she’s talking about, considering they were pretty much cut off after we got close. I wasn’t risking my future with her over a meaningless fuck.
“Besides,” she continues, “I’m the one who should thank you. A vacation like this would require saving for a while. It’s the perfect break between semesters and…after everything.”
See how I’ll care for you in every way?
She reaches for her own glass and asks, “How was work? Figure out what you’re supposed to do?”
“Basically nothing. Dad hires good managers, so I don’t want to overstep. After today, I’m convinced he wanted me out of his way for the summer.”
Her lips pinch as she becomes occupied watching a waiter deliver food to a family two tables over. Knowing her well enough, she’s avoiding saying what’s on her mind.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
She’s never liked my parents, mainly since they treated her like shit.
It’s been the source of a few of our arguments, and I’ve even threatened giving up my role as a Westwood if they don’t learn to accept her in my life.
Our wedding will be chaotic, no doubt. Or maybe I’ll give my parents more reason to hate me and whisk Summer away to elope.
“It’s unfortunate your father sent you here if there’s nothing to do. I mean, it’s great you’ll have a lot of free time, but it seems like another tick in the column of things to make you into the perfect son. By the time we graduate, they’ll have a marriage lined up for you.”
She’s not wrong that my parents have already picked potential future matches in their business partners’ daughters, but I’ve told them to give it up.
If they want me to play the cooperative heir, I’ll choose my own wife.
What’s more disturbing is how she never brings this shit up, but whatever is in her head today has her concerned about a future that’ll never come to pass.
“No,” I say firmly. “They don’t because I’m not playing those games. Do we have to talk about this now?”
“Sorry.” She looks away with a frown. “I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”
It’s my job to remove the unwelcome thoughts from her head, so when her attention is diverted to her glass, then the restaurant again, I pull my phone out and keep it hidden from view on my side of the table.
Me
Levi needs to keep his eyes to himself.
Her head jerks upwards, eyes comically widening. She looks at me, then scans the tables with a renewed urgency. She rolls her lips together and masks her anxiety with a sip of her water and then a nervous smile my way.
“Something wrong?”
“Everything’s fine.” Her smile doesn’t meet her eyes. She fiddles with the stem of her wine glass, then glances at her lap again. My peripheral vision catches bubbles on my screen, telling me she’s typing, so I wait.
Vengeful _Summer
You’re watching me?
Me
You expected otherwise?
Vengeful _Summer
The restaurant is only so big, so yeah…
Me
Go to the bathroom. The one on the left. Wait for me. Face the wall and don’t lock the door.
It’s a test, to see how she reacts and what she does. An opportunity to begin the game on an interesting foot.
She glances at her lap, presumably reading the message, if the twitch in her brow is any indication. She skims the room and then looks at me. “I, uh, need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Atta girl.
She practically runs to the bathroom without glancing behind her.
Once out of view, I abandon our table, motion to the waitstaff to not give it away, and then slip out the front door to round to the back entrance.
No one questions me when I enter through the employees’ entrance, or when I grab a spare tie from the shelves in the office.
Being a Westwood certainly has its perks.
After a glance to ensure no one notices, I head to the back, to the three doors leading to individual bathrooms. Two are open; the far left one is shut.
Cracking the door, I peek inside to see if she was good and obeyed my instructions. Without my mask or even a hood, this could go very wrong, but Summer needs to be relaxed; whatever anxiety she was feeling out there isn’t acceptable.
Summer stands, facing the wall, as instructed.
Her hands curl by her side, but she inhales sharply as I step inside and shut the door, flicking the lock.
Before curiosity turns her around, I cross to her side and grip her hair, using them to push her into the wall, exactly the position I had her in the cabana earlier.
Then, I loop the tie over her eyes, tying it until her vision is mine.
My voice deepens into the one used for Hunter, which I have to believe she’s never picked up on. “You’re so good at obeying orders.”
“Sometimes.” Her breath hitches. “I can’t stay long. Levi will wonder.”
Now, it’s my turn to smile, because she set it all up so nicely. “Levi can wait while I take what’s fucking owed to me. Sitting across from another man, smiling at him, dressed up for him.”
The moment she opened the cabana’s door wearing a black halter dress, I’ve been fighting the need to touch her. It’s nothing I haven’t seen her wear before, but knowing I’ll get the chance to touch her had me dying to become Hunter again.
I grip the lace riding high on her thigh as I re-angle her head with my grasp on her hair. “Looking innocent when it’s the furthest thing from the truth. You already need a reminder of what you’ve agreed to?”
“N-no.” She quivers as I flip the dress over her ass, baring her smooth skin. My body goes hard when I slot my hand between her thighs. She clenches them closed.
“No, because you know already, or…?”
“No, because I don’t want you to do this.” Her thighs inch apart, giving me permission to slide my finger over her panties.
“That so?” So my little gamer is playing another level already. Albeit, a bit weak on the denial, but cute, nonetheless, as if she doesn’t know which feeling to go with. “If that was you asking me to walk away, then you forget your place.”
I send a swat to her ass, enjoying the way she rocks forward into the wall and rubs her pussy along my finger with a moan she quickly bites down on. “Hunter, you don’t have to do this.”
“I think I do.” I slip beneath the cloth, finding her direct heat.
Two fingers glide smoothly through her, back and forth, until she’s rocking on my hand.
I’m seconds away from dropping to my knees and eating her out, the absolute need to after years of fantasizing nearly unbearable.
After so long, I finally have her. “Barely even fighting.”
“Yes.”
“What should you be saying, Sunshine?”
“What?” She twitches in my hold as my finger glides up to her swollen little clit. I flick it, enjoying the way she’s struggling not to moan. “Please?”
“Not quite. You should apologize for smiling at another man.”
“Levi?” she pants in the exact tone I anticipate her giving me for real one day. “He doesn’t count. That’s not fair. I came on vacation with him. You can’t expect me to ignore my best friend. Please,” she all but sobs, rocking forward. “I’m not apologizing for—”
She cuts herself off as I push a finger inside her, then immediately add a second and spread them. She wiggles to adjust, her heat so fucking tight. God, the anticipation of feeling her around my cock soon enough has me dying inside.
“Maybe. But your best friend is certainly looking at you, which makes me jealous.”
“Possessive.”
You have no fucking idea.
“You’re the one with me,” she continues. “So what’s that mean?”
With a hand to her stomach, I pull her backwards. Her head drops to my shoulder, changing the angle of my fingers and making them go deeper. She moans, lifting onto her toes and back down.
“It says you’re not fighting enough. You give in so easily, my little slut.”
My lips slide up and down her neck, appreciating the blindfold more every second. Her head turns towards me, seeking, but I kiss her cheek instead. The first time I kiss her will be as Levi, so she understands.
“My pretty girl. My sunshine girl. My little gamer. So sexy and ready.” I thrust my fingers harder, pushing roughly into her until she’s pulsating, begging, dripping.
“Please…please, Hunter. I need to come.”
“And I need to clean up this goddamn mess you’re making.” Despite her verbal protest, I remove my hand from her, my fingers glistening with her cum. I rub them over her lips, her tongue darting out. “I’ve been dreaming of this for a long fucking time.”
Not a syllable of that is a lie.
I flip her around until her back is to the wall and then drop to my knees. I toss one of her legs over my shoulder and swipe my tongue over her core. She cries out, fisting my hair, so fucking hopeful for what she believes she’ll get.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Her hips rock against me, practically taking her own orgasm.
Before it gets that far, I pull back. She was never intended to come tonight, no matter how tempting it is to see it happen. I lower her leg and stand, pleased with the brief taste I’ve gotten, satisfying years of curiosity.
“No, wait!” She reaches for the blindfold, but I quickly block her hand, instead gripping her chin while envisioning the lust and yearning behind the silk. “You can’t do this.”
“Oh, I can.” And to prove what else I can do, I pull her against me and angle her head, sliding my cheek along hers until I can whisper into her ear. “I want you to go out there, rejoin your friend with your panties drenched, and remember who you belong to.”
She nods, breathless. I’m convinced she’d do anything I ask right now. As a reward, I trail my mouth near her lips but don’t kiss her. One day, fucking soon, I will—as Levi.
“Are you okay? Was that too much?”
“It was perfect.”
“Good. I’m leaving now. Only after the door is shut are you allowed to remove the blindfold.”
I walk backwards, partly to memorize her in this position but also to keep her in view and ensure she doesn’t remove the blindfold too early. She listens, and I rush by confused staff towards the dining room.
A couple minutes later, a flushed Summer rejoins me.