Going For Gold: Providence Gold Series Book Four

by Moore, Mary B.

  “Now,” he drawled, bending down into me and gently pushing me onto my back. “I know, that you know, that I said I love you. So I now know that you know.” With each word his mouth got closer to mine, but I had something to say now so I covered it with my hand.

  “Know what I know?” I whispered, waiting for him to shake his head. “I know that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you, and I’ve never felt more like I belong somewhere in my life. I know that I want to stay here, because I belong here, but I also know that I won’t ever feel like this with anyone but you.” As I finished saying it, I lowered my hand away and kept my focus on his mouth.

  What I should have been doing was looking at his eyes which were now back to being narrow slits as he glared at me, but it had to be said that it was done with a good dose of humor, too.

  “You know,” he growled, “it took me a long time to figure out how to say those words to you, and you just had to go and beat me, didn’t you?”

  And this was why I belonged here. He understood me, he totally got me, and knew that if it had stayed serious I would have been out of my depth. I knew he loved his family, but I didn’t know if he’d ever given a declaration of love to a woman outside of it.

  What I did know, as did Levi, was that I’d never told my family that I loved them or heard it back from anyone - this was the first time I’d ever given that to someone - so it would have been easy to become overwhelmed by it. Something like that shouldn’t happen at a moment like this but it could happen, and he was doing his best to help me avoid it. No one deserved to have the memory of a moment like this darkened by something like that, because it was a moment I wanted to look back at for the rest of my life as the best one I’d ever had. Actually, that was a lie – since he’d come into my life and we’d started hanging out, every one of the best moments of my life had involved him, this was just the cherry on top. Something that I decided to tell him.

  “I haven’t had a bad life,” I started, shaking my head when I saw him looking like he was going to argue about that with me. “No, Levi, I haven’t. I’ve had an education, I had a good home, I had food, I had almost everything I needed. I just didn’t have the family that a child needs…”

  “You were surrounded by people who were manipulating and controlling you, Lottie. That isn’t under the definition of a ‘good life’,” he pointed out.

  “Yeah, but I was safe and looked after even with all of that.”

  “You call what your parents set up with Eric safe?”

  I couldn’t help wincing at that, he had a good point. “Ok, aside from him. He was the exception to the safety aspect.”

  “You call parents who didn’t personally involve themselves in your life as safe, too?” he pressed. “Baby, I’m not trying to hurt you by bringing this up, I’m trying to make you see it for what it was.”

  Which I could understand, but he needed to understand it too. “I know that, but remove your emotions for now and look at it from my perspective. You saw what Luna went through firsthand,” I reminded him, hating the sadness that the words brought him. “That wasn’t a good life or being safe. Now look at what I had, it’s very different. But I can say for sure that every single one of the best moments of my life have been since I met you, and that they’ve all involved you.”

  Pressing down so that I had to widen my legs for him to lie in between, he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “I wasn’t with you while you were riding Night Rider.”

  “Yes, you were. You were standing there each time and then you followed on the ATV with Bogey when we went on the long ride.”

  As soon as I mentioned the dog’s name, his face scrunched up slightly. “That dog’s breath is just damn awful,” he muttered and then went back to thinking. “I wasn’t with you when you got Red and Rambo.”

  “No, but I bought them for you and with you in mind the whole time. In fact, I was excited because I was picturing your reaction when you saw them.”

  “And I thought they were rats,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

  Um, not quite. “No, you thought I was going to mess up your green with blue cushions at first,” I reminded him, grinning when he looked surprised. “Yup, I can read you that well.”

  Moving so that his crotch pressed more firmly against mine, he kissed me gently. “You can, can you? And what am I thinking now?”

  That was easy to answer, I could feel what he was thinking seeing as how it was hard and pressed against me.

  Shifting my hips so that I pressed up against his hardness, I whispered, “Something related to one of the positions in the book you’ve stolen from me.”

  I hadn’t even had a chance to do more than skim some of the pages in it before he’d taken it away from me.

  Shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed me again. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m actually thinking of a phone call I got while you were in the shower earlier.”

  A phone call? “What?”

  “Uh-hum,” he hummed, grinding down against me. “A phone call, one that I’ve been waiting for.”

  What the hell kind of phone call was he talking about? Then it clicked. “Parker!”

  “That’s right. And with me having the all clear and you having the injection a week ago, guess what?”

  I didn’t need to guess what, every part of my vagina was screaming at me what was what. So, I used his word back at him making him groan. “Raw.”

  No other words needed to be said as he raised up to pull my top over my head, followed by his own. The thing was, not only had I ordered stuff for the dogs to be delivered to Ariana, but I’d also placed an order at a shop they knew where Levi’s cousins lived called Scarlett Temptations. And I’d put the first set that had arrived on this morning.

  He’d only just dropped his t-shirt behind him when he noticed the lace bra that was in a purple-blue color. “Holy shit.”

  “You tear it, I’ll kill you,” I warned him, lifting my hands up to undo the clasp at the front myself, and frowning when he knocked my hands out of the way gently.

  Shaking his head, he lowered the tip of his finger to skim it along the outside edge of the lace, stopping on the little clip at the front holding it together.

  “I really love this, and I want to be the one to take it off.”

  Expecting him to do just that, I was confused when he leaned over and ran his tongue where his finger had just been instead. That was until he moved down slightly and sucked my nipple through the lace. Hissing, I held his head, arching my back slightly at the same time.

  “Jesus, why does that feel so good?”

  Either he didn’t know or he was too involved in what he was doing, because he just moved across to the other side to do the same thing there. Not that I had it in me to care, at this precise moment words were cheap if you asked me. So, I ran my nails down his back, groaning when it made him grind down into me again as he continued moving his mouth over my breasts.

  Not one to stay idle, I moved my right hand around the front of his jeans and worked one handed to undo the button and zipper on them so that I could fit my hand down to where his hard cock was. That said, I wasn’t going to make it easy on him so I pulled on all of my self-control, and did it as slowly as possible, torturing him with the anticipation just like he was doing to me.

  Finally, freaking finally, I had it in my hand and did my best to wrap my fingers around it.

  “Tighter,” he rasped, and I almost groaned with relief when he undid the damn clasp.

  Doing as he’d asked, I tightened my grip and started moving my hand up and down as well, while he lifted up to get to the zip on my jeans, unveiling the matching panties to the bra. As soon as he saw them, he reared up jerking his cock out of my hand, and yanked the pants off my legs.

  “This color,” he whispered, running his hands up my thighs toward where he was staring between my legs. “And this pussy…” he said, grunting as he cupped me between my legs now and looked up at me. “Photos of it need to
be under the definition of perfection.”

  Ignoring his earlier order, I sat up to pull the bra straps down my arms and throw it to the side.

  “I’d rather they weren’t,” I breathed, falling back down flat on the bed when he pulled the crotch of the panties to the side and swept a finger down the center of my lips.

  Shaking his head, he blew out a breath. “I don’t know if I can do this slowly, Lottie. I need you too badly.”

  That I could understand, if he was feeling as overwhelmed by it all, by what we were about to do for the first time, as I was… it was too much. Slowly wasn’t a factor that was possible, it needed to happen now.

  “I don’t want slow, Levi. I need you inside me now.”

  Those words opened the floodgates – well, the panty gates seeing as how he managed to get mine off my legs in a matter of seconds and was then moving us further up the bed.

  As soon as he had us where he wanted us to be, he was kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth at the same time as his hand moved down to my pussy. On the first skim of his finger through my center, he groaned into my mouth at the same time as my hips jerked up toward him.

  “It drives me fucking crazy knowing that you’re all mine, and that I’m going to make love to you on our bed.”

  Reaching up to hold his face, I felt a shift inside me. I hadn’t thought of it as ours, he was the one who owned everything in the house, but now that I was moving in he was right – we’d be sleeping on the bed, living together inside the property, sharing it all. It was ours. And that made me think of the fact that I hadn’t contributed anything toward it, and I needed to fix that soon.

  Before I could say anything, though, two of his fingers slowly pushed into me and any thoughts and concerns not related to what we were doing right now disappeared. In fact, pretty much everything disappeared including my ability to keep my eyes open or hold my head in place.

  With my head now tipped to the side, I jumped when I felt the brush of his beard on my nipple and couldn’t hold back the moan that came out of me when it moved back and forth over it.

  That was something they didn’t put on the beard t-shirts, that it would drive your woman out of her mind when you rubbed it across her pussy and nipples. Someone should really do that, because then more women would see the true beauty behind their man having one. False advertizing and misrepresentation - the beard version.

  At the same time as his mouth closed around the nipple that his beard had just been tormenting, he withdrew his fingers and replaced it with the blunt head of his cock and started to push the hard length into me. The difference a thin piece of latex made was instantly noticeable, and apparently he thought the same thing.

  Stopping halfway, he dropped his head onto my chest, shaking slightly. “Fuck, I’m never going to last. This is… it’s… fuck.”

  Taking a couple of deep breaths, he raised his head back up again, and I was able to see how tense his face was. Digging my nails into his back, I wrapped my legs around his hips and started to pull him further into me, his eyes shooting open and staring at me in shock.

  “I need more.”

  Those three words broke whatever control he had, because he pushed back against my legs, withdrawing from me until just the tip was still inside, and then plunged back in until his full length was buried deep inside me making both of us shout at the same time.

  Rising up so that he was balanced with his arms straight, he began to thrust into me harder and faster. The distance between us allowed me to look down and see his bare cock as it disappeared back inside me, and seeing where I was looking, he looked down, too.

  “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, thrusting back in harder, both of us still watching it.

  The shaking in his arms showed how hard he was holding back, so I reached down and started rubbing my clit, immediately clenching down on him as soon as I skimmed the bundle of nerves.

  “Shit!”

  Dropping down onto one arm, he used the other to scoop up one of my legs so that my knee was supported by it, and he pushed it closer to my body. The change in angle tipped me over the edge and I cried out, digging my nails into his back as I spasmed around his length.

  Losing the strength in his arm, he lowered down slightly and groaned as pounded into me, pushing my knee even closer to my chest. Just as I started to come down from my orgasm, he hit his own and exploded inside me. Of course I knew that it would feel different, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought it would feel this different. I could feel every pulse so much more clearly. I could feel everything as he came inside me.

  Evidently, Levi felt the same way because once his brain went back online, he opened his eyes and rasped seriously, “You are everything. There just isn’t a better word for to describe it. Every second that I’ve spent with you has been the best second of my life. And what we just did? I’ll never be able to find the words to explain what it did to me.”

  I kinda could. Slapping his ass weakly, I panted, “We need to do that again. Now.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Levi

  Two weeks later…

  All I’d done was walk through the door after meeting with my brothers in the office to discuss a contract I was working on. I’d been thinking about the contract as I’d entered the house, double checking that I’d bought my Christmas presents for everyone, wondering how soon the guy painting the den with the new color of paint would be finished – innocent shit like that.

  Basically, I’d been preoccupied, but the second I’d opened the door I’d been faced with Lottie’s ass as she balanced on her hands and knees, playing with Red and Rambo.

  Christmas disappeared, the contract was shredded, I didn’t give a shit about paint… But I did give a shit about the painter, especially seeing as how all I could see was my hoodie and her panties.

  “Where’s the asshole?”

  Looking over her shoulder, she rolled her eyes at me. “I wish you wouldn’t call your dad that.”

  Potato – potahto, he’d interrupted us this morning, so he’d more than earned the name.

  Looking around for a blanket to put over the pink lace covering her delectable cheeks, I frowned when I didn’t hear Dad anywhere.

  “Is he in the bathroom? I hate it when he uses my toilet, he fucks around with the toilet paper, moves shit around…”

  “He finished the walls,” she snickered, stopping me mid-rant. “Do you want to go and see?”

  Looking back down at the lace with a hundred ideas hitting me all at once, I walked slowly toward her shaking my head.

  “Not even slightly,” I growled, dropping down to my knees behind her. Raising my hand, I skimmed it up the inside of her thigh, leaning over her shoulder to give her a kiss and ignoring the little canine shithead who was trying to lick my face. “What I want to do is…”

  A sudden pounding at the door made both of us jump. Glaring at it over my shoulder, I bellowed, “We’re busy.”

  Yeah, I was grouchy. I’d had Charlotte wrapped around me this morning, slowly kissing down my stomach, when Dad had turned up. I hadn’t even been able to have a shower with her and I loved showering with her in the mornings.

  Hell, he wouldn’t even let me kiss her goodbye because he wanted French toast and Mom wouldn’t let him have it, so he was extorting it out of Lottie. It might seem stupid to be hung up on such small things, but I loved the time we spent together and the routine we had going. In the all too near future she’d be going back to work and our relationship would move into a different stage. We’d also be in a more comfortable relationship which didn’t feel as new as they did now, so those moments might get fewer and further between, so I was getting as many in now as I could.

  Plus, maybe there was something to this theory about the man period, because I was cranky as fuck just now and felt achy. Which might give me a good defense in court when they asked why I killed the person still trying to break my door down.

  “You can’t say that,” Lottie hisse
d, pushing me away from her while she tried to get to her feet.

  “Sure I can. It’s our house, and we were busy,” I replied unrepentantly, reaching for her just as the soon-to-be dead person on the other side of the door hammered hard enough to rattle the hinges. “Fuck. Off!”

  The voice that replied was an unknown to Lottie making her frown, but it was definitely a known one to me. “You’re really not going to let your favorite cousin in?”

  The way my head fell back until I was looking up at the ceiling was a natural reaction, and a justified one. “Ah, fuck no.”

  Leaning in close to me, Lottie whispered, “Who’s your favorite cousin?”

  Raising my head back up so I could show her how serious I was, I muttered, “None of them. They’re all a pain in the ass.”

  What was most likely a boot hit the door. “You know, your door isn’t as soundproof as you think.”

  “It was until you tried kicking it in,” I yelled, getting to my feet and pulling Lottie to hers with me, before tearing open the door to face him.

  Sure enough, there stood my cousin Elijah, all six feet and six inches of him with his arms braced on my door frame, and the world’s most irritating grin on his face.

  Straightening up, he held his arms open wide, “Cousin.”

  Thankfully, Lottie had run to put some pants on so I didn’t have that to worry about, but Red and Rambo took full advantage of the open door to try to escape. I managed to grab Red before he got too far, but Rambo ran past a confused Elijah and started trying to get down the steps.

  “Catch him, will you?”

  Holding his hands out in front of him, he shook his head wildly. “I don’t touch vermin, man. I need to keep my tools clean and all.”

  A hand pushed me out the way and Lottie ran out after Rambo – thankfully with pants on now. Scooping him up, she turned back and stopped when she came face to face with Elijah’s chest. Almost like it played out in slow motion, she slowly looked up his chest until she reached his face and stared at him.