by Mia Carson
I cried out my climax with a throat-rending scream in the hardest orgasm of my life. His lips were on mine, his kiss sweet and gentle. He was everything to me. Fiery when I wanted to fuck, gentle when I wanted to be made love to. Levi was amazing, his lips feathering over mine in the gentlest of kisses. I’d bested him, but just, and he’d satisfied me with his last gasp.
He tumbled me off him as he moved to my breast, his tongue swirling at the point, his still hard cock bouncing and tempting me. How could he go again? Even as I had the thought, I could feel my own desires spooling up again. I’d never want to stop fucking him. With a groan of lust unsatisfied, I took his hard cock and…
I swam up out of the darkness of sleep, Levi’s tongue swirling lazily around my achingly hard nipple. Last night we’d arrived home early, gone to bed early, and gone to sleep early, but now I wanted Levi again, and badly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this horny, and as the last tendrils of sleep parted, I groaned in repressed desire, the dream of us fucking under the trees at Stamford Lake having primed me for action.
I tugged at him, pulling his lips to mine as he settled lightly over me. I lost myself in the kiss, and oh, God, how I wanted him.
“What time is it?” I asked as our lips parted. I had to know how much time we had.
“About 3:30.”
I had to be at work at 8:30. Since I didn’t have to drop off Abby, I could leave at 8:15 and make it easy. Forty-five minutes to bathe and grab a quick breakfast, which left four hours for fucking. I hoped that was enough.
Last night had been perfect! Better than perfect! He’d made such tender love to me it made me want to cry, and I didn’t know why. It was as if he’d touched a part of me, a part of me that had gone cold and dark. But as we made slow, sweet love, that cold, dark, place had begun to glow with a warmth and light that suffused me with such good feelings I could scarcely contain them. Making love to Levi had been as good as I remembered, better even, and I wanted him to do it over, and over, and over again.
After we’d made love, we’d spoken little, words unable to express the depths of our feelings, but our delicate touches and leisurely kissing made our feelings clear. My love for him had been fully reawakened, and his love had surrounded me like a cozy blanket on a cold night, making me feel warm, comfortable, and protected. I’d curled up at his side, his arm around my back as I listened to his slowly thudding heart and slowly drifted into sleep. It was the first time we’d been able to do that, and it had been the perfect finish.
But now, as the world slumbered in the depth of night, I wanted to experience the other side of him, the dynamic, energetic lover I knew he could be, as he’d been under the trees. My dream had left me randy and out of sorts, and the only solution was to have him fuck the shit out of me.
“Remember the Cottonwoods?” I breathed, his head in my hands as I held his gaze.
The intensity of his eyes and the flicker of the smile that played across his lips as he slid into me told me I was in for a hell of a pounding, and I looked forward to it. He started out slow but quickly ramped up the power of his thrusts, driving into me with authority. My orgasm arrived from nowhere, as surprising and unexpected as a thunderclap on a clear day. I wasn’t a screamer, despite how I’d behaved in my dream, and I moaned softly as my climax surrounded and buried me in pleasure. As I came out from under my rapture he was watching me, a smile on his face as he continued to thrust into me slowly.
“Did you come?” I asked, disappointed that it was over so quickly.
His smile widened. “Oh, no, babe, we’re just getting started,” he rumbled, his voice low and sexy as he lowered his lips to mine.
“God, I hope so,” I breathed.
Last night he’d made me feel loved and protected, but now I wanted him to erase the chalkboard of my memories and write over it with new ones, replacing the bad memories, of the loss of control and the aftermath, with wonderful ones.
He drove into me again. I liked how he looked at me, his face hard yet loving, determined yet soft. It was his eyes. They were the eyes of a man who knew what he wanted and would stop at nothing to obtain it. He wanted me, all of me, not just my body, and that knowledge was explosive. He was drawing me out of the shell I’d built around myself, giving us a second chance, and from this day forward, I would prove to him every day that I deserved that second chance.
My dream was fading, the fucking I’d taken in my mind being supplanted by the fucking I was taking now. Levi’s soft grunts of passion as he pounded into me forcefully were exciting me beyond any man I’d ever been with, but I could still recall the power I’d felt in my dream as I fucked him into submission.
I pushed him and we tumbled. As we came to a stop with him on his back, I held his erection and lowered myself over him. God, I loved being a cowgirl, and his cock hit me just right. I began bouncing on him, my hands braced on his chest. I felt a tingle as he bared his teeth at me, his face twisted in pleasure as I rode him enthusiastically as he held my breasts in his big hands, playing with them and tweaking the nipples.
I rode him relentlessly, but his stamina was amazing. Had I not already climaxed once, I was certain I’d be shivering and moaning in orgasmic fire by now. I was beginning to sweat when I saw the first cracks in his control.
“You’re going to make me come,” he warned.
“Come on!” I growled. I was going to break him.
He rumbled deep his chest. His face twisted as he clenched his eyes shut, giving his head a shake as if denying what he was feeling. “Fuck,” he snarled, twisting his hips.
I fought to keep my position, but he was too strong and overpowered me. He dumped me to the bed and hauled my ass up and back as he flipped me to my stomach, stuffing the two bed pillows under my hips. He entered me as he lunged in deep, thrusting deep into me with long powerful strokes, his hands on my hips, before grabbing my hair.
I felt a moment of panic with his sudden aggression before my alarm evaporated. While his pull was assertive, it wasn’t rough, and by taking my hair close to my head, he didn’t hurt me. After jacking my head back, he slammed into me for a long moment before he took me under the chin with his free hand, releasing my hair as he pulled me upright to balance on my knees.
His hand slid down around my throat and again I felt a surge of fear. He was handling me in a way I would never allow by anyone else. His touch was firm, but gentle. He was being aggressive as hell and dominate, but because I trusted him, it was also incredibly exciting. The sudden rushes of anxiety fueled my passions in the same way funhouse scares elevated the laughter. Had it been any other man grabbing my hair, his hand at my throat, I would have freaked out with all my fears of being out of control crashing in around me, but this was Levi. The surges of panic and fear twisted and morphed to become need and desire.
I reached behind me and grasped his head and steered his lips to mine as I twisted my head around. He was letting his hair grow back out, but it still wasn’t long enough to get a handful yet, but soon.
“Ah… fuck,” I breathed. Another orgasm was bearing down on me like a freight train, frightening and unstoppable.
“You’re going to come,” he growled in my ear, his left hand firmly but gently at my throat as his right slid down and began to tease my clit, his breath hot as flame licking at my neck.
I made some vaguely affirmative sound as the approaching maelstrom stole my words.
He began fucking me harder, his left hand sliding lower off my neck to hold me tighter into him as he nipped and kissed at my neck, his bellows like breathing fanning the flames of my desire. I stood at the edge of the abyss, teetering on the edge.
“Fuck! I’m going to come. Come on!” he snarled.
Knowing he was so close pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit me with the power of a hurricane, and I was whipped and battered by pleasure. I shuddered with a groan, sagging as my climax robbed me of strength.
He began thrusting into me like an overrevved machine, h
is hands holding me tightly to his chest before he barked, crying out in a series of soft gasps as he shuddered. And suddenly, it was over. He continued to hold me tight as he panted into my neck.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he slowly pulled out of me.
I groaned as I pitched forward onto the bed and rolled over with a satisfied sigh. He piled into the bed beside me with a groan of his own. I glanced at the clock. 4:18. I sighed. He’d fucked the shit out of me for forty-five minutes. I made sure the little dot that said the alarm was set was lit and crawled into his arms with another groan, lying across his chest with a leg and arm thrown over him possessively. I was going to sleep like the fucking dead.
He sighed deeply as his arms surrounded me. “That…was fucking amazing,” he murmured.
I was fading fast. “Wonderful…” I whispered with a nod, the hard thudding of his heart lulling me to sleep. It was the last thing I remembered before the alarm dragged me from sleep.
I’d forgotten to change the time on the alarm to account for not having to get Abby up, so I got up at my normal time. Because I didn’t have to take Abby to my mother’s, Levi and I had time for a little slap and tickle in the shower. My sex life had been rather mundane, until this morning, and though I desperately wanted him to take me in the shower, I was afraid I’d be late for work. That was for another time.
We had breakfast and left together. Levi gave me a goodbye kiss that made me consider playing hooky so I could stay home and find out what fucking in the shower was like.
When I arrived at Goodall’s, everyone was waiting. They weren’t obviously waiting, but everyone seemed to need to see me for some reason, and there was one thing everyone wanted to know: ‘Had Levi actually stomped Steve into a greasy spot in Dolly’s?’
I confirmed there had been a confrontation, and yes, both Levi and Steve had been carted off to jail, but I also made it clear that had only been for them to cool off and they’d been released within the hour. I refused to give details, as much as I wanted to. When they couldn’t get any more information out of me, my coworkers quickly lost interest and went back to their jobs.
About noon Marcy came around again as she made her normal rounds. “How you doing, Ella?”
“About the same.”
“That’s good. Your life sure has been exciting since Levi got back in town.”
I snickered. “If you only knew,” I said, teasing her out of sheer meanness.
“You know, if you ever need anyone to talk to, my door is always open.”
When hell freezes over. “Thank you, Marcy. It’s kind of you to offer,” I said with a smile.
I was smiling, but not for the reason she probably thought. It secretly gave me great pleasure to withhold information from her because I could tell she was dying to find out what else I knew. At least my customers stuck to business, though I noticed a couple of them looking at me as if appraising me in a new light.
My day at Goodall’s over, I headed to Dolly’s. I didn’t know what I’d find there. I didn’t think I’d lose my job, but I might be on thin ice. I’d just clocked in when Mackenzie pounced on me.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well, what?”
“What happened to Levi and Steve?”
I shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Are they still in jail?”
“No. Chief Wilkoski let them go after they’d had time to cool off.”
“So did you take him back to your place?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh, come on! It’s what I would have done. If he’d stood up for me like that, I’d take him back to my place, made something on him stand up, and fucked him stupid! Are you telling me you didn’t?”
“I took him to his house,” I said and left it at that.
Mackenzie shook her head in teasing sorrow. “Girl, we’ve got to do something about you. Someone like Levi doesn’t come along every day. Good looking, sweet, and willing to stand up for his girl no matter what… if he were mine, he’d be getting it every night.”
I grinned as I moved off and got my section from Dolly. Little did she know that he’d gotten plenty last night, and again this morning, and he was going to continue to get it every time I could work it out.
Mondays were normally slow, and tonight was no exception, but what few tables I had, everyone seemed more friendly and open with me than any time I could remember. I didn’t know if they were being friendlier, or if I had a different outlook on life, but whatever it was, I was happy I didn’t feel like a bug under a microscope.
Levi
I arrived at the Spandler farm about 9:30. Dad was already there with the fuel truck. The 9870s were beasts of a machine, and they had the appetite of a beast, burning around 120 gallons of diesel every six-hour day, each. We had about one more day of harvesting, then we’d be off to our next contract. I stepped out of my truck with a sigh. Time to face the music.
“Levi,” Dad said. It was decidedly chilly this morning, and I wasn’t talking about the weather.
“Dad.”
“Get a good night’s sleep last night?”
“Not bad.”
“Your mother cried most of the night.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“Because I decided to take a room in town before I said something I’d regret?”
“That, the fight in Dolly’s, and you leaving with Ella.”
“What does Ella have to do with anything?” I asked, making sure my tone communicated what I thought about that.
“She’s worried about you. We both are. You haven’t been yourself since you talked to Ella.”
“And you don’t approve?”
“We don’t want to see you hurt again. Why can’t you see that?”
“What makes you think I’m going to get hurt?”
He took a deep breath and huffed it out, clearly annoyed. “I know you’re young, and Ella is beautiful, and I know you two had something a long time ago, but look at what she did to you. You weren’t gone a week before she was out on the prowl.”
I sucked on my teeth, reeling in my annoyance. “I see. So having a couple of beers with friends is being on the prowl? Or are you talking about her being raped? Passing out after being drugged is being on the prowl?”
“That’s her story.”
“One that I believe.”
“I see that. You believe it without one shred of proof. Don’t you think if there had been any evidence of it, someone would have been arrested? I don’t know why you’re being so bull-headed about this.”
“And I don’t know why you’re being so bull-headed about believing her. You used to adore her. What changed?”
“What changed is she slept with another man while my son was away serving his country. If it had happened three or four years after you deployed, and she hadn’t seen you, maybe I could understand it. Not condone it, but at least I could understand it, but you’d been gone a week, Levi… a week.”
“And you don’t think that makes her story just a little more believable? Less than a week after I’m gone, she suddenly decides she’s not in love with me anymore and starts looking for the first guy she can find. Does that actually make sense to you?”
He shook his head. “No. It makes me wonder if she ever loved you.”
I threw up my hands and growled in frustration. “And you wonder why I felt like I needed to get some space?”
“I think you’re blinded by the feelings you had for her.”
“Have for her,” I corrected.
“And that, I think, is at the crux of your problem. You still love her, and you don’t see that she’s using you.”
“Using me? How?”
“How? What do you think happened in Dolly’s yesterday?”
“That asshole Steve Calhoun groping the woman he’d raped.”
“That woman is the mother of his child.”
“And that makes it okay?”
“I damn sur
e wouldn’t want you sticking your nose into my business if I was playing grab-ass with your mother.”
“There’s a big damn difference there, Dad. You and Mom are married.”
“Yes, that’s a difference, but she still slept with him and she’s still the mother of his child. Just because she wants to deny that now doesn’t change the facts.”
“You didn’t hear what he said to her.”
“What?”
“He asked for dessert, and when she asked him what he wanted, he said he wanted a hair pie with a big sausage in it. That’s when he grabbed her.”
Dad paused for a long moment. “Okay, that was uncalled for on his part. Steve may be an asshole… no, Steve is an asshole, but it’s none of your business.”
“It is if Ella and I are going to have a relationship.”
“Then you need to make it clear she’s your woman.”
“I did. Yesterday in Dolly’s.”
“I can’t say I approve of your way of doing that.”
“What would you have me do? She clearly didn’t want him touching her. I made a point of picking her up at Dolly’s to take her on a date. Clearly my not-so-subtle way of announcing she and I were getting back together carried no weight with Steve at all.”
Dad screwed the fuel cap back on the combine and dragged the hose to the other one and, after opening the lid, began filling it.
“Steve shouldn’t have done what he did. I agree with that. What I’m saying is, you can’t go around trying to kick the shit out of everyone who looks at Ella cross-eyed.”
“And if that had been Mom, Rebecca, or Kamron?” When he looked down and didn’t say anything, I knew I’d made my point. “What have you got against Ella?”
“I told you.”
“That’s it?”
“Isn’t it enough?”
“What would you say if you found out she’d been telling the truth all along, about the being drugged, raped, all of it? Would you still think all this is her fault?”
“No, of course not.”
“Would you still blame her for hurting me?”
“If she was telling the truth she should have come to San Antonio with us. But she didn’t. That, more than anything else, convinced me she’d made a mistake and was trying to cover it up.”