LEVI
SEVENTEEN
Summer’s safety will never be an inconvenience.
The police are so un-fucking-helpful, and the prison is under fire from our lawyers over the slip-up in not reaching out to Summer to warn her.
A few more steps, and I glance around, cursing the mask. My visibility is worsened, which means checking more often. From what little of her father the cameras picked up, he hasn’t come around the private cabanas. As long as he believes her to be in the main building, it’s where he’ll linger.
“Thank you,” she murmurs suddenly, coming to a stop in front of me. Her attention, however, goes to the rolling waves crashing onto the sand, forming white mist.
“You really need to stop thanking me for showing basic respect.”
She lifts and drops one shoulder slowly, as if she’s not fully present. “Not only for earlier, but everything. The years of friendship. For discovering another side of me I never could without the assistance from a screen.”
Then, she drops to her knees and reaches for my waist. I’d like to be a good man, instruct her to stand, that this isn’t required.
But when she unzips my shorts and grips my cock, stroking me until hard, all thoughts disappear into the waves.
Her lips wrap around my length, until taking me halfway down her throat, and I’m a goner.
“Summer.” My hand lands on her head and then slides to cup her cheek, finally fisting her hair for leverage in the way I know she enjoys. “Fuck, Sunshine.”
She moans along my length, pulling back most of the way to trace her tongue around my head. A wicked heat runs through me, tightening every nerve, including the ones gripping her hair. I use it to thrust harder in her mouth, knowing exactly how much my girl can take.
“Look at you.” Whatever other praise I have dies on my tongue when she swallows, and I stroke the base of her throat. I nearly come then, eyes rolling back, but sensing that, she slides off me and reaches for my wrists to pull me down.
I drop to my knees, submissive to her needs this time—her control—and she shoves me onto my back. Sand forms a bed as she stands, stripping off the jean shorts and black tank top she dressed in after her shower.
Wordlessly, she grasps my cock, lines herself up, and slides down my length. Her head falls back, her nipples jutting to the star-scattered sky. Hips roll as she settles, taking more of me until I’m fully sheathed inside her.
Summer’s hair is as dark as the night sky, while her expression is as bright as the moon. The sound of waves permeates her moans and exhales. It’s the perfect summer night with my perfect summer girl, something to get used to, because it’ll be for the rest of our lives.
I move faster, harder, even though she maintains a steady pace, then sit up, needing to be closer. My hand wraps the back of her neck to keep her steady, to fuck compliance into her.
“You’ll come with me.” It’s not a request, but a demand.
Between heavy breaths, she smirks. Her eyes flutter, rolling hips stilling as her pussy clamps tight, milking me as she sighs my name.
“Levi…”
My own orgasm dies, my body stiffening before shaking it off. “Wrong name, Sunshine.”
She doesn’t seem to hear me, mindless in her passion, her hips driving down with force. When she eventually slumps, rolling her head forward again, she meets my eyes through the mask.
There was a birthday celebration I once lied to Summer about. She picked it up quickly, the look in her eyes pretty much explaining that she knew before I had the chance to disclose everything.
It’s that expression she wears now.
Fuck.
“Levi.”
I was careful. There’s no way. Years of maintaining this mask, of never giving too much up about myself in case she puts it together.
She fingers the edge of my mask, wordlessly requesting permission. When she starts to nudge it up and I don’t stop her, she continues until it’s off. She tosses it to the side, her gaze clashing with mine as neither of us speak. There’s a look of betrayal but not complete surprise either.
Neither of us move for a while.
Until she does. Just a subtle roll of her hips.
“You lied to me for years.”
“Yes.”
She lifts onto her knees and drops back down, the heat in my cock reignited. “Why?”
“I wanted you. You never would have while I was only Levi. You guessed?”
“I’ve figured it out over a year ago.”
“What?” Shock mingles with a groan as her pussy flutters.
“Things you said, things you somehow knew. Your voice; nice job altering it, but there’s still a familiarity that I can’t ignore. I put it together after a couple months of us talking.”
“So you’ve been lying to me too. Why?”
“Because I was selfish and wanted you in any way I could get.”
“Anyway?” The instant the question slips out, I put it together.
“Have you not heard me lately? There’s a reason I recommended you talking to Levi.
There’s a reason I kissed you the other night.
I’m tired of you not being mine when that’s all you’ve ever been to me.
” My arm bands around her hip, pinning her to me physically like she is emotionally.
“We’ve been one another’s since the day I saw you.
Do you know what I saw that day? Like, actually? ”
Mute, she shakes her head.
“A fighter. Someone who took no shit from anyone. Who lived life by her own means and ignored the haters. I admired you so fucking much because I was jealous to not be as strong as you. If I was, maybe I would have stood up to my parents right away instead of waiting for them to change. They won’t, but I don’t give a fuck.
The fact that we fell in love as virtual friends only prove how we’re meant to be together. ”
“That doesn’t count,” she murmurs. “You knew who I was. You didn’t fall in love with a hidden identity.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Languidly, I thrust up into her, but don’t explain.
I don’t need to as I rock her into oblivion.
When she screams my name, I nip her pulse.
“You’re mine. There’s never been another option for you.
Hate me for my actions or not; ask anything you want—it doesn’t change the outcome.
” I cup her chin and angle her face up, bringing our mouths close for our second kiss, this time without secrets.
“You were made for me to protect, Summer Menes. I’ll die for you, do anything for you, as long as you’re by my side for it all. ”
“Hunter?” is all she asks. “Made up?”
“My middle name. Levi Hunter Westwood.”
She laughs, her pussy constricting around me. “How did I never know that?”
“Very few people do. Family only, really.”
A shout suddenly comes from further down the beach and has her reaching for her shirt. Considering we’re in the open and her father is still at large, I welcome the distraction. After helping her into it, we stand. Cum drips down her thighs, but she seems unbothered by it.
She stares at the mask I retrieve before we walk away. “Even though I’ve always known, it feels like there are things to ask, but my mind is frazzled.”
“Come to my room, and we’ll talk. I’ll answer anything you want, but it won’t change the fact that you’re my girl.”
I swing her to a stop in front of me and claim her mouth with my own, kissing her with all the possession the monster within has been clawing to display.
She whimpers into my mouth and tips her head back, deepening the kiss until I end it with a sigh.
Before we start round two, I’d prefer her in my bed.
“Was the kiss the other night a mistake?”
“Not intentionally. Maybe I got tired of the two roles.”
Her smirk is wry. “Me too, which is why I revealed knowing tonight.”
I yank my vibrating phone from my back pocket, cursing whoever’s interrupting what I was about to tell her—that I’m thrilled she unmasked me.
At the head of the security team’s name flashing across my screen, my stomach drops. Without looking her way, I nudge her inside her room and answer the call. “What is it?”
“We have footage of him behind the main building. I’m sending guys now if you wanted to come.”
“Be right there.” I hang up and pocket the device, and before Summer can ask all the expected things, I grasp her face and yank her in for a hard kiss. “Lock the door, and don’t open it for anyone but me.”
When I turn to leave, the monster sheds his claws.