It wasn’t long before his arms fell to his sides. He walked toward me until barely a foot separated us. Breathing was a chore with him that close.
Like he was my gravity, I began to lean in his direction. When his strong hands reached for my upper arms, pulling me against his hard body, my heart stuttered. Slowly, his palms ran up my shoulders, neck, and cupped my jaw. The rasping of his calloused fingers against my skin set my nerves afire. With reverence in every movement, he tilted my head back to connect his lips with mine.
Those lips. That mouth.
He tasted heavenly and every inch of me tingled where we touched, with the highest concentration of sensory overload between my legs. If it were possible, my body would melt into him until our flesh was combined and blended as one. That’s how close I wanted to be to him.
The whirling in my head made me grasp his forearms to ground myself as I leaned further into his kiss. Teasing at first, my tongue made quick forays against his before they dueled, leading to wild, sweeping need. Like flames licking at dry grass, he consumed me.
Desperation for air was the only reason we broke apart. Breaths jerking in and out of our lungs, he pressed our cheeks together as he nuzzled me. Without warning, his teeth scraped the shell of my ear, soothed by his tongue.
“Oh my God, Levi.” Chills broke out over my skin and rippled through to my heart. Breaking away only long enough to tug my wet hoodie over my head, he nipped and licked down my neck.
At a leisurely pace, he moved across my collarbone before his magical tongue ran along the scoop of my tank top. Ever so slowly, he dipped into the small amount of my exposed cleavage. A sigh of longing escaped my mouth as my head fell back. “God forgive me, I want you again.”
“Fuuuuuuccckkkk.” The feel of his breath floating over my chest from his whisper caused my nipples to tighten in hopeful anticipation of his lips working their way closer.
“Please.” Praying for his mouth to keep moving, my back arched slightly, bringing my chest nearer to him as my heart raced unbridled.
At some point my hands found their way to his head. My fingers tightened around him, pulling his face to where I was desperate for his lips and tongue to touch. But he only lavished my breasts for a few teasing minutes.
Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his arms around my legs, palms skimming over my hips and around to clench my ass cheeks tight. His face pressed to my abdomen as he just breathed me in. Absently, my hands ran over his short hair, enjoying the bristly sensation of the shorter sides against my palms.
Groaning with need, he scooped me up as he stood, and carried me to the bed. With one hand grasping the longer hair on top, I held his gaze.
Anticipation crackled around us like a tangible beast—hovering, circling, waiting. The restraint he was holding on to so tightly was palpable in his tense muscles where my other hand clutched his shoulder. Gently, he laid me across the bed, then climbed up to rest his body between my legs, holding his weight over me on his elbows.
“Yes or no, Poppy? I need you to tell me what you really want. If you don’t want this, just say it and I’ll leave you alone. I’ll leave the house and I won’t come back until after you’re gone. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to, baby, I swear to you. But I’m also not going to lie to you and say I don’t want to bury myself deep in your warmth and never leave. So tell me what you want.” His blue, blue gaze locked with mine, and I saw the longing laid bare within him. Longing that mirrored what was deep in my soul anytime we were close.
The tingling and tightness between my legs escalated.
“Yes.” Begging for forgiveness for needing to lose myself in Levi, I felt my muscles tremble. That shaky, whispered reply was all he needed, and he was pulling my clothes from my body and shucking his own to the floor. Our pants each landed with a wet thump.
The stubble along his jaw rasped against the tender skin between my breasts where he skimmed his face over me in a featherlight touch. His tongue then followed, winding circles around a nipple to suck it into his warm mouth before teasing it between his teeth. When he flicked it with his tongue as he pinched the other between his thumb and finger, I almost imploded.
“Oh, sweet heavens. Oh God. Mmmm.” My whimpering hum had his fingers gripping me so tight, I expected to be bruised the next day.
From there, he lazily moved lower. Across my ribs, down the curve of my belly, where he rounded my belly button before he slid down between my legs, pushing them open with his arms and shoulders. By that time my breath was coming in rapid pants as he continued to progress closer and closer to the source of the throbbing need driving me insane.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” My whispered chant begged him not to stop.
“Goddammit, Poppy. Do you have any idea what you do to me? The things I want to do to you? Sinfully wicked things that I should be ashamed of.”
Drawing out my expectation and escalating my need, he hovered over my mound, inhaling deeply. As he exhaled, his breath stimulated the tender flesh displayed before him.
When his tongue ran through my folds, circling but not touching where I desperately wanted him to go, I thought I would explode. The frustration was making me rock my hips against him.
Glancing down, I saw he was watching my every move. It was almost too much as he continued to relentlessly lick, nip, and suck every inch of me, as if he had discovered an oasis in the middle of the Sahara.
The sensuality of his tender ministrations caused me to writhe and moan beneath him. It was almost too much and I tried to take control, but he firmly held my hips down to prevent me from escaping his assault on my senses. His tongue circled my clit, ran through my center, teased so close to that forbidden area, then went back to the swollen bundle of nerves where he’d started, flicking it several times. I was damn near crawling out of my skin and I almost screamed when he finally drew it deep between his lips.
Incessantly sucking, he caused me to unravel. His assault was ruthless.
I knew what was coming. I could feel it building, creeping in from the corners of the room.
It was like waiting for lightning to strike. The energy hummed deep inside me and my muscles tensed, bracing for the impact.
When it finally hit me, it was like being blasted over by a tidal wave as I tumbled and tossed in the depths of the drowning bliss. Desperate to muffle my screams, I turned my head into the pillow. Merciless, he continued to draw out my pleasure as he suckled my clit and lapped at my throbbing pussy.
Slowly returning to my body, I lay buoyant and trembling.
“Surely I just died and went to heaven.” At his soft chuckle, I realized I had spoken my thoughts.
“Not heaven, but you can call me a god if you want.” We both gave a breathless burst of laughter before he turned serious.
“Jesus, your body is so fucking beautiful. Inside and out. Watching your face as you come apart in my arms is like the most powerful symphony is playing in my heart.” His lips brushing on the highly sensitized area sent me into shuddering convulsions, and his words dug into my heart.
At my physical response, he mischievously grinned before sliding up my body to kiss me. His lips were wet with my release and I tasted myself on him. It was so fucking hot.
The end of his shaft probed and twitched against my opening as if it was begging for entrance. Without shame, I rose up in supplication, wanting him, begging him to fuck me.
Teasing me for a moment, he slipped back and forth in my silky wetness. Then the edge of his mouth tipped up and he slid deep, stretching me until I was so incredibly full. Complete.
We sighed in unison, as if the feeling was a slice of heaven for both of us. When he began to shift in and out, my hearing muted and everything went fuzzy as all my focus narrowed in on how good he felt.
So damn good.
“Did you hear me?” Tickling sensations ran across my ear with his words. “I said—” He pushed in deep. “—you’re mine now.” Several powerful thrusts had my eyes roll
ing in my head.
“Mmmmmm… yes.” His. “Yes. God, I’ll be anything you want, if you just keep doing what you’re doing.” It was all I could do to process the sheer bliss I was swimming in. Everything else was a jumble of sounds in my mind.
Until he quit moving.
“Poppy. Do you see me?” Those mesmerizing orbs, framed with the thickest, darkest lashes, held mine hostage as he hovered over me, arms tense, muscles corded.
“Yesssss.” My answer dragged out as he slowly withdrew.
“Do you feel me?” With infinite care, he entered my heat once again. My eyelids fell shut as I savored the sensation overload happening between my legs, spreading to my extremities.
“God, yesssss.” And then he left me empty and aching once again.
“Look at me. Now. See me.” The command got my attention and I blinked rapidly to focus on him. His blue eyes were dark with lust, his voice firm in its demands.
Tenderly skating my fingertips along his cheek, I felt the coarse bristles of his scruff before stopping to rest under his jaw. “I see you, Levi. I see you.” Jesus, he was tragically beautiful with all his raw emotions flashing across his face.
As the truth of my statement sank in, he exhaled, then kissed me deeply. My hand wrapped around his throat and slid down to grip his shoulder with my nails pressing into his skin. As he lined his cock up with my entrance, I raised my hips to meet his until he was deeply seated in the warmth of my pussy once again.
Moving as one, we sought the explosive climax we knew was coming the moment our skin touched. The only sounds in the room were whispered words of encouragement, soft sighs, the light slap of skin on skin, and the little grunt of satisfaction that slipped from his lips with each deep drive of his powerful hips.
The thickness of his cock within me caused each stroke to slide against every sensitive area I had. There was no escape at any point because he filled me to perfection. It was constant stimulation as he moved within me.
My imminent and shattering finish was closing in, fingers clenching and raking his shoulders. My senses began to ripple with the edges of euphoria creeping closer and closer.
As if his body sensed this on a visceral level, each thrust came faster and deeper. Slapping skin and pants echoed in the room, encouraging every pleasure receptor in my body to fire.
“So good. Oh my God, you feel so good. So fucking good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” The litany burst from my lips.
Our gazes still held one other captive. We were like savage animals, sweating, breathless, and desperate to reach the pinnacle at the same time. The second my sheath clenched around him in ultimate ecstasy, he plunged deep, pressed, and held in me for a second as his jaw muscles jumped and twitched.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh goddamn.” His words ground out between his clenched teeth.
As soon as his thick shaft began to expand, he quickly withdrew. Two thick fingers slid in me, curling, stroking me to stretch out my pleasure, while the other hand wrapped around his width, jerking until he grunted. Hot splashes of his cum hit my pubic bone and my lower belly.
Levi was magnificent in the throes of passion. Like a savage, conquering warrior, his head was thrown back, his expression fierce and intense as he tried to keep his roar contained. Gasping, I fought to catch my breath while we both continued to pulse in rapture.
When our muscles finally began to relax, he slipped his fingers out of me, causing a whimper of loss. Those fingers then circled in his cum where it cooled on my skin, trailing it up between my breasts. Painting it on my lips, he demanded, “Open.”
Without hesitation, I obeyed. Sucking his fingers in and running my tongue around them, I tasted myself mixed with him. It was the perfect blend and made me want him again, despite being exhausted, physically and emotionally.
“So good.” Whether he meant my actions or the taste of us, I didn’t know and didn’t care.
Returning to my belly, he ran his hand through his now cool release, rubbing it in sensuous circles. I could only watch his face. His expression concentrated, he didn’t stop until he had smoothed every drop into my skin. Painting me. Marking me as his
When he was finished, he met my gaze—eyes intense. Lowering himself down beside me, he lay close and gathered my replete body against his. As the chill of the room crept in, he reached down and pulled the quilt over us.
I snuggled close, his front to my back and his arm wrapped possessively around my waist. In a haze, I felt him kiss the back of my head, then my shoulder. Satisfaction engulfed me at the touch of his lips to my skin.
Musings and feelings swirled in my head, an endless vortex of colliding emotion. Being with him was like every little thing in my life was amplified. Guilt briefly crept in at the thought that being intimate with Levi was like sailing headlong into a hurricane, compared to the gentle rocking on calm waters that had been Lucas.
My eyes were unable to stay open as my lids grew heavier and heavier. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t consumed with despair. The last conscious thought I had was how incredible this man made me feel, and how the air around us smelled of pure lustful contentment.
“Hello to Goodbye”—Jared Weeks
“Aiden! You made it!” When Logan shouted, I turned in the direction of the door. The guitar player I’d heard so much about walked in, and everyone was smiling and hugging. I’d have to be dead to miss how good-looking he was. Maybe I was biased, but he still didn’t hold a candle to any of the MacKenzie brothers.
“Yeah, barely. We rolled in late last night. What a long fucking drive that was.”
It was then that I noticed a young woman standing nervously in the doorway behind him. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen. She had on a set of headphones connected to her cell phone, and was looking anywhere but at the people in the room. Pulling her into the crowd, Aiden introduced her. “Hey everyone, I want you to meet someone. This is my little sister, Addison.” She dropped the headphones around her neck at his nudge.
“Hi.” A hesitant wave to the room in general, and she was looking at the ground again. It was evident she wanted to be anywhere but there.
Because I was also slightly uncomfortable, like the odd man out, my heart went out to the young girl. “Hi, Addison… Aiden, I’m Poppy.” Addressing Addison, I continued, “Hey, I’m going to go sit in the observation room thingy. You wanna join me?”
The relief on her face and in the rushed exhale was almost comical. “Sure, that would be fine.” As she headed to follow me, I caught the covert glance she gave Logan as he sat on a tall stool tuning his bass guitar. Making a mental note to tell Levi to watch them, since she seemed pretty young, I closed the glass door behind her. We sat on the couch against the back wall where we could observe and hear the guys through the sound system.
“So are you excited about moving here to Seattle?” Engaging her in conversation seemed a good way to make her more comfortable.
“Umm, I guess.”
Okay, maybe this wasn’t going to be easy.
“So what grade are you in?”
“Oh! Uh, I graduated early.”
Surprised, I wondered if she was some child prodigy. Hell, maybe I’d been wrong and she looked younger than she was. God only knew.
“Wow, that’s great. So I have to ask, how old are you, then?” She looked really young to have already graduated.
“I just turned eighteen. I only graduated a semester early. I was hoping to go to nursing school, but then my mom and Aiden decided we were moving, so I guess I have to start applying here.” Her shoulders drooped. “I should have done it before now, but I kept procrastinating in hopes that Mom would change her mind.”
“If you’re eighteen, why didn’t you just tell them you wanted to stay in Texas?” Maybe I was overstepping my bounds, but I was nosy. It’s a fault sometimes—sue me.
“I couldn’t afford to stay on my own. And most of my friends are still in high school. After graduation, they’ll all be leaving for diffe
rent colleges than I was looking at. Besides, I feel like Mom and Aiden need me.” Shrugging, she looked up from her phone. The smile she flashed didn’t seem 100 percent genuine, but I figured I better leave the poor girl alone. After all, she was nervous enough as it was.
“Yeah, I think I’d feel the same way in your shoes.” The guys started warming up. I quit talking so we both could listen to them play.
Watching Levi and the rest of the band practice was an unbelievable experience, to say the least. In my current position with John, I had seen a lot of bands perform at the Flying High. After listening to just a few songs, I understood why Lucas had wanted them to come down to Florida. It made me really wish John was here to watch them. I knew immediately that he would love them.
Lucas was right when he’d described their music. They had a unique blend of my favorite band Five Finger Death Punch, along with a Linkin Park, Metallica, and Breaking Benjamin. There was a deep metal vibe with a barely discernible alternative touch. They actually played several covers from each of those bands. They even played my favorite STP song, “Creep,” which they absolutely owned.
It was crazy, because I never would have imagined any of them replicating the deep death growls like that of 5FDP and other metal bands, but they were fricking phenomenal.
Then they kicked a couple of original songs that blew me away.
Levi had a voice that sucked you in, clutched your heart, and made your panties wet. Not necessarily in that order.
Add that to his hot-as-hell looks and his incredible charisma, and you had a dynamic and irresistible lead singer. It didn’t hurt that the rest of the guys were gorgeous too. Damn. Instead of Straight Wicked they should simply be named Four Sexy Hot Guys—yeah okay, so maybe it didn’t have such a great ring to it.
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