Going For Gold: Providence Gold Series Book Four

by Moore, Mary B.

  Because he’d let go of my hair slightly so that I could answer him, my nod was more visible this time.

  I’d expected him to shut the shower off and for us to move through to the bedroom, so when he moved us so that we were directly under the spray instead, I was a bit disappointed.

  Something which I felt stupid about seconds later when he instructed, “Put your hands flat against the wall and bend forward slightly.”

  Doing it, I dropped my head forward and watched the movements in his hand as he continued to run his finger through my folds. I was so focused on doing it that I didn’t realize his other hand had joined it from the other side until his finger slowly pushed into me from behind, making me jump.

  His hands stopped moving as he asked, “Am I hurting you?”

  Shaking my head furiously, he chuckled and started up again, slowly moving his finger in and out of me as he circled my clit with the hand cupping my mound. Another thick digit joined the one inside me at the same time as he split the index and middle fingers of his other hand, using both of them either side of the bundle of nerves now.

  Lifting my head, I turned it, feeling almost frantic with the need to kiss him. Correctly reading the movement, he was ready and swept his tongue into my mouth breathing as heavily as I was. Not once did he stop the movements of his fingers throughout the kiss, instead he increased the speed and friction until I was hanging by a thread.

  And then he stopped. Just freaking stopped and removed both hands before he stepped away from me. Shooting him a shocked look over my shoulder, I watched as he picked up a foil packet and held it up to me.

  “Boy Scouts. It pays to be prepared.”

  I sincerely doubted that they taught that in the Scouts, or that he’d been one.

  All the shock from before left me when I heard the crinkling of the wrapper, and when he stepped back up behind me, I almost cried with relief. Notching the head of his cock at my entrance, he moved his other hand back to cup me between my legs.

  “We’re going to have frantic hair pulling sex where we’re out of control one day, baby. But until you can verbally tell me if I’m hurting you, it’s going to be more controlled,” he growled, pushing into me slowly.

  “Tonight, I’m being selfish because I want to feel your pussy squeezing me when you come this first time. I also want to feel it as I push slowly into your tight heat,” he wiggled the fingers of the hand between my legs, and I realized he’d split them so that they were either side of his length so that he could do just that.

  “But you will come,” he rumbled, thrusting deep into me and making me gasp. Then taking a handful of hair again, he gently tugged my head back on his next thrust until I was looking up at the ceiling. “And I’m going to watch your face as it happens.”

  Withdrawing until just the tip of him was inside me, he plunged forcefully back into me. With the way my back was now arched, I felt every inch of his length as he moved inside me, and I noticed something I hadn’t noticed last night – the ribbing on the condom he was using. It also meant that the underside of his shaft rubbed hard across the area inside of me that was directly connected to my clit, which he was now circling with the rough pads of his fingers, making me tighten around him even more.

  Moving back so that there was some space between us, he let go of my hair. “Stay in that position, Lottie.”

  I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to – which I sure as hell didn’t. Keeping one hand in front of me so that he could continue circling the bundle of nerves there, he ran the other one slowly down my back until he got to the top of my ass.

  The fact that he hadn’t veered off to the side made me visibly tense up, and the relief that flooded me when his hand disappeared after it was…

  Smack!

  The sharp noise hit me before the realization that he’d spanked me did, but as soon as the nerve endings flared up and the sting sank in, I came hard, clamping down around him.

  Through the spasms, I felt the fingers of the hand that had done it gripping my hip, and he groaned into my neck as he hit his own peak as he pressed into me as hard as he could.

  It felt like the orgasm took all of my energy with it when it left, but somehow Levi managed to hold me up when I sagged, still panting.

  Rubbing his hand over the area that he’d connected with, he kissed the center of my spine. “Did I hurt you?”

  Apparently a killer orgasm was the cure to getting your voice back, because I managed to get out a slightly audible, “Fuck no!”

  And to hell with me getting my throat checked before I spoke. The doctor obviously hadn’t counted on sex with a Townsend being a factor when he gave that order, so he wasn’t to know it would be impossible to follow it.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Levi

  It had been a week since anyone had seen Eric. We’d all survived Thanksgiving, no one died from the meat sweats, there were no arguments, no one was stabbed over the last piece of pie. It was almost normal.

  Well, it would have been normal if my parents hadn’t nervously broken the news to us that my cousins were coming for Christmas. Oh no, not the relatively normal ones, the fucking weird, abnormal, and the total anomalies to our DNA ones.

  My dad’s sister Veronica, aka Ronnie, lived in Florida with her husband Wyatt, and they had seven sons. It was a whole new ballgame when it came to them, so the news that they were coming wasn’t exactly filling us all with joy – more like trepidation.

  Even Gramps had said, “Hell no!” when they’d told him the news.

  At least Lottie’s voice was starting to come back, so she’d been able to take part in conversations instead of writing shit down or just nodding. She’d been checked over briefly by Parker who’d agreed that she could talk unless it was painful, so now she got to use her new sexy, husky voice with us.

  That was great news, and even better was that she wasn’t allowed to go back to work until it was fully healed. I wasn’t being an asshole on that, I just didn’t know how we could keep her safe if she was at the hospital without one of us with her all the time.

  I was currently going through the book she’d ordered on different positions to have sex in. I’m not going to talk about my past with her, it would be disrespectful, plus what happened before had no bearing on what I had with her now. But I can honestly say, I didn’t know a lot of these existed. Now that I knew, though, I couldn’t wait to try some of them out with her.

  Looking up at her, I saw her frowning at the screen of her phone.

  “What are you looking up, baby?”

  Glancing up at me briefly, she swiped her thumb across the screen again, tilting it sideways. “Just an idea I had. It’s not working out like I thought it would, though.”

  Her voice was still quiet and now came out in a husky rasp.

  “It’s not more positions, is it? Because, just to say, I’m almost certain all you’d have to do is talk to me or read me something, and that would be it for me.”

  That wasn’t an exaggeration. Even my fucking brothers, Madix and Rich all gave her their full attention when she spoke, and it wasn’t because they didn’t want her to strain her voice. Yet another reason why the news of the impending visit from my cousins wasn’t a good thing.

  Snickering, she put the phone down beside her on the couch and looked at the book on my lap. “What, there aren’t enough in there for you?”

  There was, there absolutely was, but I hadn’t needed a book for inspiration when it came to her. The night I’d spanked her and seen the pink handprint on her ass had been just the start. Initially, I’d been worried that I’d hurt her, but when she’d told me how much she’d enjoyed it, I’d started planning out what else we could do.

  Now, with the help of this book, my mind was running on overtime trying to figure out what to do first.

  Which gave me an idea. “Want to watch a movie with me later on?”

  I didn’t miss the look of disappointment on her face, she’d find out soon enough.
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  Anything that she was going to say back was stopped when a knock on the door interrupted us. Knowing it was one of the family, I pushed the book under the cushion I was sitting on and yelled out to them to come in. The door opened and Ariana and Luna entered, with Jamie on her hip.

  Squealing when she saw her favorite uncle, I got up and walked over to her with my arms out. “There’s my girl!”

  Kids had always been anomalies to me, but the second Jamie was born something had just clicked inside me. Dahlia and Madix’s son Shaw, and Tate and Lily’s daughter Rebel had just made it click even more. I can’t say I knew what I was doing, but I understood more than I thought I would and could do a hell of a lot more than I thought I’d be able to do. I’d even babysat them by myself on occasions, so I was an uncle pro.

  “Did you know that Levi has an issue with music from the Levi’s commercials?” Luna asked Lottie as she sat down beside her. “What was that song, Ariana? The one that we played all the time to piss him off?”

  “Inside by Stiltskin?”

  That was the beginning of twenty minutes of hell while they looked up which songs had been used in the commercials, going back as far as they could.

  Jamie loved the Stiltskin song and was laughing and clapping with it, but whenever it was changed to something else, she’d start whining.

  Standing up, I put her on my hip. “Ok, little traitor. We don’t listen to that song, it’s gross,” I told her, gagging to make a point. She didn’t look convinced, so sighing I started walking toward the den. “Wanna watch Tangled with me?”

  Watching a kids' movie was like torture for me, but if it got me away from the hell they were putting me through? I’d watch them twenty-four hours a day.

  Ever since I was little, I’d had the songs and even the brand itself thrown at me, so it was safe to say that I had a slight issue with it. People assume that it’s cool to have a famous brand with your name on it, I can confirm that it sure as shit wasn’t. And definitely not with my family.

  Charlotte

  The three of us watched him walk away, lecturing Jamie about why they didn’t listen to the gross songs.

  As soon as he was out of sight, Ariana leaned in. “What did you find?”

  Making sure he was definitely gone, I whispered, “I contacted Banshee’s breeder. They have two boys from their miniature litter still available to go home next week.”

  “You’re getting two?” Luna asked looking shocked. “What if they turn out like Banshee?”

  She had a point. Luna had two dogs, a big guard dog named Vlad, and a Daschund called Banshee, and he had that name for a reason – the dog howled and wailed more than Jamie did. Then there were Dahlia and Madix’s dogs, a Chihuahua called Bing, and a Great Malamute called Harambe. Lily and Tate also had two dogs, a Deerhound called Chew Barka, and a Labrador called Ozzy Pawsborne…

  It was only Archer who had one dog, Bogey, whose breath could be used as a military weapon. So, really, it was best that there were two of them, and these two were brothers so they knew each other.

  I just hoped they were normal, like normal dogs were – not like Townsend dogs tended to be. Out of all of the family’s dogs, I couldn’t confidently say that any of them could be classed as anywhere near ‘normal’. Then again, the names might be a good reason why.

  Grabbing my hand, Ariana begged, “Just promise us you won’t let Lily name them.”

  “Not a chance in hell.”

  The woman had threatened to call her baby Felullah Consuela Trixibelle when she was pregnant. When you looked at it like that, the name Rebel Rowser was a dream.

  “Ok, email him back and say you’ll take them. I’ll speak to Noah, and we’ll go and collect them next week,” Luna planned excitedly. “Shit, we need to get puppy stuff.”

  And so began a new list in my notebook: PSP, aka Puppy Shit Planning. For the next hour, we bought stuff online which was going to be delivered to Ariana’s house.

  Did I forget to mention, she’d wanted a Daschund her whole life, but Levi had mixed her up with Luna and bought her Banshee instead. Ariana now had her beloved Daschy called Taser along with a Munchkin cat, so this was almost a form of revenge for her – getting Levi the dogs she always wanted, and got for someone else. Not that she was still bitter or anything.

  “Now, we need to order the things for his actual Christmas presents,” she whispered, grinning evilly at me. “They’re in my eBay and Etsy carts.”

  Moving so she was sitting between us, she showed us the items she’d mentioned when I’d said that I wanted to get Levi a dog a couple of days ago. Apparently he had a strange dislike for cats, in that he avoided them – and even went as far as to walk out of his way to avoid them – so it had to be a pet of the canine species.

  Not that I was judging by any standard, but a man of Levi’s size walking with two miniature Daschunds? I couldn’t wait to see it. I still hadn’t recovered from seeing Madix walking Baileys last week. The little dog had stopped after a couple of minutes and yapped until he walked back, picked it up, and put it on his shoulder.

  If Levi had to do that with his new babies… actually, I think my ovaries would explode.

  Between the tree of us, Levi’s Christmas presents were all bought, and the puppy stuff was on overnight order. I was nervous but excited about getting him the puppies, but he’d done so much for me that I wanted to give him something back.

  As the girls were leaving and Jamie whining to get back to her Uncle Levi, Ariana threw over her shoulder, “Oh, by the way, Rich wanted to know if you could record the automated messages on the company’s system. He says if people call and hear your voice, Townsend Oil will be a world famous entity.”

  “Tell that little bitch to shove it up his ass,” Levi snapped, smiling apologetically at Jamie.

  Unable to resist adding one last dig, she chuckled, “If you think that’s bad, wait until the cousins get here.”

  I kept hearing them saying things like this, and I still didn’t understand what was wrong with the cousins?

  * * *

  Four hours later…

  When Levi had suggested that we watch a movie, I’d thought he’d want to watch something like an action film or maybe even a comedy.

  He’d taken the cushions off the couch in the den and surprised me by pulling a bar that brought out a bed. Before I could lie down on it, though, he’d made me sit in the recliner while he brought through bedding, made the bed up, picked up the popcorn and snacks he’d put on the side in the kitchen, and had then lit some candles around the room. I’d been so caught up in watching it all that I hadn’t seen him walking toward me until he was lifting me out of the chair and pulling my shirt over my head.

  This led us to now, lying on the bed in our underwear with a thick, warm duvet over us. I was closest to the television with him behind me, which meant I had a closeup of the action on the screen.

  Not that he’d chosen an action film. No, what he’d actually chosen was Sliver, which was basically soft porn. I hadn’t seen the movie before, but I’d heard about it for sure.

  His hand was in my panties as he dipped his finger in and out of me. “We need to get you an appointment with a doctor,” he muttered.

  Arching my back slightly, I reached over my head to bring his mouth closer to mine. “Why?”

  With his lips skimming mine, he whispered, “I want to take you without a rubber.”

  This made my hand spasm where it was holding the back of his neck. In my mind, there were different levels in a relationship.

  We’d spent so much time together as friends trying to work through my stupid bucket list that we’d had a good foundation by the time our relationship changed from friends to lovers.

  Obviously sex was a very personal thing, at least to me it was considering he was the only person I’d done it with. And also obviously, I knew we were in a relationship together, there was no doubting that, but we’d never discussed it and having sex without a condom… it was a
big step.

  Raising his head to look down at me, he frowned. “You don’t want that?”

  Turning so that I was lying on my back, I tried to think of how best to say what I was thinking. It was slightly awkward considering where his hand was at that moment, but I wasn’t about to add another level of awkwardness to the occasion by pointing that out.

  “I know I don’t have a lot of experience with relationships,” I began, chewing on my lower lip, “but we’ve never discussed that before.”

  Jerking back slightly, he moved his hand out of my panties and rested it on top of them instead. “Having sex without a rubber?”

  Sighing, I rubbed my face with my hands, I was tempted to just leave them over it while I said the rest, so I did. “I get that we’re in a relationship, but sex without a condom… it’s a different depth of relationship.”

  “Depth of relationship?” he repeated, sounding confused.

  Peeking through the fingers of one hand I realized he was genuinely confused by it.

  “Ok, so I’m about to make things very awkward then,” I mumbled, wishing I’d just agreed to see Parker for the damned appointment. “What we have is a relationship, I get that.”

  “That’s a relief.”

  “But what I’m saying is, not using a condom is a totally different type of… relationship,” I cringed when I said the last word. I was totally screwing this up.

  Before I could say anything else, he put his hand over my mouth and shook his head. “I’ll take it from here. I’m thinking what you mean is that removing that barrier moves our relationship into a more long-lasting one and makes it deeper because of that. Am I right?” Not moving the hand away, he waited for me to nod my head and then lifted it up. “Thought so. Baby, you have to know that this between us is something I’ve never had before and is definitely something I don’t want to lose.”