“Oh God! That feels so fucking good.” I can't help myself. Shit, I have missed her mouth on my cunt.
“What the fuck?” I hear a deep voice bellow from outside the glass doors, just as the door swings open. Levi stands there, clearly seeing red. Until his eyes land on Star.
I jump, and Star pulls away. We both stand there, looking at Levi, waiting to see what is going to happen next. “I told you, Star. You have to share.” I nod at Levi, who is standing there with his mouth hanging open.
“I'm sorry, Levi. But if you want to join us, you are welcome. We were kind of...” I pause for a second, thinking of the right way to describe what he just walked in on. “Making up.”
He starts pulling at his clothes, like he can’t get them off fast enough. “One rule.” I speak up, as my mind starts racing with what is about to happen. I’ve had threesomes in my time, but none with anyone that has meant an ounce of anything to me. “You must wear a condom if you fuck her. You can bareback me all you want. Her, no dice.”
He nods and continues to strip down. As his boxer-briefs fall to the floor, Star lets out a gasp. “I guess that is why you keep this one around,” she giggles and continues staring at his gorgeous cock. If she only knew it was so much more than his impressive dick. “Come here, Levi.” For the first time in my life, I feel something new. Jealousy. Possession. I don’t want to share him with Star, or anyone. What would have been a fun game to me before is quickly becoming something that just may send me into a rage.
I push the irrational feelings to the back of my mind, and claim what’s mine.
“Fuck me, now. Up against this wall. Hard and fast.”
His arms wrap around my waist, and I wrap my legs around him, pressing the heels of my feet into his ass. Star stands alongside us, watching, as her fingers roll over her clit and push inside her wet pussy.
In one hard thrust, Levi plows his dick completely inside of me. I feel him bottoming out but he doesn't slow down one bit. He follows instructions carefully, fucking me hard against the shower wall. His hand reaches between us, grazing his thumb over my swollen clit, and I can feel my release come crashing down around me.
“Fuck! Levi! So fucking good. Fuck my pussy good!”
He continues thrusting inside me, harder with each push. “Your pussy is fucking heaven,” he says, as I feel his dick find his release deep inside me. “Oh fuck,” he whispers against my neck, before his lips collide on mine. He feasts upon my mouth while his dick coats my pussy with his seed, cuing my second orgasm of the night. I pant into his mouth, trying to catch my own breath, completely forgetting about the audience next to us until Star starts moaning in her release. She watches us fuck, as she rides her own fingers, and I think I could die from how fucking hot it is.
He slowly pulls out of me. Without a second thought, I instruct Star, “Lick my cunt clean.”
Levi grunts, and his hand reaches down for his semi-erect cock and begins stroking as Star lowers to her knees in front of my soaked pussy. She wastes no time getting to work, licking and sucking on my used pussy, cleaning every ounce of Levi's come from me. My clit hums in appreciation, and my body is ready for another release.
With my cunt still in her mouth, Star speaks. “I want a ride on that.” She motions to Levi's dick, and I see red. What started as a fun idea with two people I care about is quickly becoming no fun for me at all.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Quick thinking on my part, but there is no way I am letting him fuck her, condom or no condom. He is mine, and mine only.
“This is what we are going to do when we get out of here. First, I am going to get my strap-on. Then I am going to fuck you, while Levi fucks me.”
Star nods in agreement.
The bed dips and Levi wraps me in his arms. He slowly showers kisses all over my body, cherishing every inch of my being. We lay tangled in each other’s embrace until Star returns from the spare bedroom, her bedroom, where she will be sleeping once this night is over. I’m still unsure why I agreed to this, because it’s still sitting wrong with me. Maybe I just wanted a little piece of Star before I set her free. It feels cruel and uncaring, but I am at a crossroads of my life I never thought I’d see. In the night silence I have had the smallest coming to Jesus meeting of my life.
The only bit of comfort I take away from any of it is the fact that Levi has shown no interest in Star. Only me. His silent support of my antics has completely mind-fucked me. Everything about my life in the past month has left me questioning everything I’ve ever wanted, or believed in. My path of life. My choices for life. Everything.
And now I lie here, between my naked best friend who has fucked me over more than I will ever know, and the naked man whom I would give up anything for. Ain't life fucking funny? It has a strange way of just creeping up on you and slapping you across the face.
“I can't do this.” I sit up in the bed between Star and Levi. They both stare at me. Levi is filled with compassion, and what looks like relief. Star, on the other hand, is hurt, as I knew she would be. Rejected again in life; it’s something I have felt on so many occasions. My heart breaks for her. “I'm sorry, Star. I love you, and I always will, but I just can't do this anymore. I never thought there would be a day when I just couldn't share anymore. But I’ve found it.”
“It's okay, Seven. You don't have to apologize for finally finding happiness in your life. I can tell by the way you look at him. He’s good for you.” She gets up and pulls a long white robe off the chair and slips into it. “You will always be my best friend, no matter what. We may not be little kids anymore, but you will always be my sister.” Her back turns, and out the door she goes. Her feet pad down the hallway until I hear the click of the door telling me she is in there.
“Are you okay, Seven?” Levi's voice reminds me that I’m not alone, even though my brain is in overdrive.
“I don't know,” I whisper, and his arms wrap around me again. His touch comforts me, and so do his words.
“I'm glad you stopped that. The only person I want is you. But I would do anything for you, Seven. Anything.”
I snuggle into the comfort of his arms, wondering what I have ever done in my life to deserve someone who is so good to me.
“Davis? This is Seven James.” I sit in my office the next morning on the phone with my private investigator. During the night, when Star couldn't sleep, she came to me. I slid out of bed and lent her a shoulder to cry on as she spilled the story.
“Seven, after that first time, when you caught us, he wouldn't stop. He continued to force me to sleep with him me for two years. I liked it at first, but he got violent; he treated me badly. Then I got pregnant, and he wouldn't come near me again.”
Her words hurt. My brother had raped her, over and over again. He’d broken her. He’d broken her spirit. He’d broken her soul. He had taken the light from her eyes. He’d taken her innocence.
“I want to find her. I want to find Willow.”
That was all she needed to say. I would stop at nothing to find the little girl she’s been forced to hand over.
“I have an extremely important missing person project. I need to find a child. Her birth date is December 25, 2002. Name on her birth certificate will be Willow James. But the name could have been changed. Birth mother is Star Bloom. Birth father is Blue James. Birthplace should be Woodstock, New York.” It was all the information I had; it was all the information Star had. When her little girl had been three days old, our parents together had taken her and adopted her out to another hippie couple in the small community we ran with over the years. I doubt there had been anything legal, much less a paper trail. But if there was something, Davis would find her. I would put Star in contact with him, and let her go.
Her plans included leaving on Friday to head upstate to the last place she remembered being with her daughter. It was something she needed to do to move on. Just like I had to let her go so I could move on with my life. It’s something we both should have done a long tim
e ago, but neither of us had been ready. The things that change over time are always so confusing in life.
A quiet knock on the door catches my attention, and I quickly end the call with Davis. Looking up, I see Daniel standing in the doorway of my office with his typical smug grin on his face. Since there was nothing more HR could do, they invited him back into the office, effective today. Apparently his first priority is fucking with me. Game on, cowboy, because I am in a foul ass mood.
“Can I help you with something, Mr. Alexander?” Business. Keep it fucking business, I tell myself. But it is so fucking hard when I want to just punch him in the face.
“Nice to see you, too, Seven. How was your trip?” He plops his ass into the chair in front of me, kicking his ugly ass shoes up on my desk. Strike two.
“It was informative, for sure. Got a lot done. Thankfully, we won't lose millions over their shortcomings now.” I focus on business, although I’m sure he is trying to pull some kind of dirt out of me. I am sure Olivia couldn't keep her mouth shut after my mid-morning sexcapades yesterday. Especially when it looks like she is Daniel's newest target to stick his useless dick in.
“All business, no play makes for a boring life, Seven.” His smug grin annoys me, but I will never let him know.
I throw him my megawatt smile and fire back. “Oh, Daniel. My life has a lot of play in it. I just keep it out of the office.” Slam dunk. Well, it would be a slam dunk if it were actually true.
His feet drop to the floor, and he leans forward in the seat. “Not what I heard.”
I let out a laugh. A deep, booming, belly laugh. I can't stop. I am absolutely hysterical and he looks at me as if I have lost the last bit of my sanity. I probably have. “Oh, Daniel. What I do in my personal time is none of your business. I suggest you keep your assumptions to yourself, because you don't have much of a leg to stand on.” I love speaking cryptically. Never giving him too much information as to what I know, and what he thinks I know. It is all a game, and little does this bitch know, I am Milton fucking Bradley.
“I have nothing to hide, Seven. Which is why I still have my job here.” He laughs at me. Wrong fucking move.
I snap.
“Daniel, everyone knows you can't keep that useless fucking dick in your pants. I know you’re fucking my assistant. Everyone knows you cheat on your poor wife all the time. It’s not news. But what I don't get is what these women see in you? Is it the money? Because you, my friend, are the worst fuck I have ever had. Every night when you would go back to your dorm room, I would finger myself, because you never once pleasured me the way a real man should.”
Hey, I can't help that it’s the truth. His ego is hurt for sure, and it makes me want to jump up and down while laughing in his face. But I sit still, composed behind my desk with a smile on my face. “Let me make something very clear, Daniel. Your time at Alexander Mobile is almost up. When the truth starts to leak out, you will be history. I suggest you step down before you cause your dear old daddy any embarrassment. Because that is all you are, a fucking embarrassment.”
He is pissed. Like really fucking pissed off. If it were possible, steam would be spilling out of his ears. His face reddens, and his lips press together. He’s searching for something witty to say, but nothing comes to him. I want to laugh at him some more, but I do us both a favor. “Enjoy your short time back at Alexander Mobile. Soon you will be gone. Now you can get out of my fucking office.” I shoo him away with my hand.
“If you think it is going to be that easy to get rid of me, you are wrong, Seven.” He stands in my doorway, trying to get the last word.
I shake my head and laugh at him. “Daniel, I don't think. I know.”
Two Weeks Later
I walk into my penthouse to a familiar scene - Levi cooking up a storm in my kitchen. I’d be lying if I said I wasn't impressed by his cooking skills. Fuck, I’d be impressed with a bag of Ramen noodles and a bottle of beer, so when he pampers me with fancy dishes I could never hope to pronounce the name of, I don't complain at all.
“How did your meeting go?” I ask as I toss my laptop bag onto the kitchen counter, and slip out of my heels. I’ve been on the edge of my seat all day long waiting to hear how the alimony cookie would crumble. Levi and his lawyer sat down with his ex-gold digger, presenting her with all the information my wonderful PI had dug up on her affair with Daniel. She wouldn't get one more red cent from Levi.
“Very well. She was shocked, but I guess she knew it would be coming one day. My lawyer advised me that I could sue her for the spousal support I’ve been paying. I think I just want to be done with it all, though.” He pulls two plates out of the cabinet above the sink and sets them down on the breakfast bar.
“Whatever you wanna do, Levi.” I shrug as he fills our plates with some fancy pasta concoction that smells delicious. My mouth is watering, considering I haven't eaten a damn thing all day. My stomach lets out a deep growl, and we both laugh. The mood between us is always so light; we just mesh well in every sense.
“I wanted to talk to you about something.” When those words leave his mouth, my body tenses. Those words are typically never good. Ever. Internally, I start to freak out. I should have known there would be trouble in paradise eventually.
The chip I had on my shoulder when I was trying to sidestep him all that time appears back in place. With an attitude I have no business throwing around, I jump down his throat. “What?”
“Relax, babe.” He places the plate in front of me with a smile sprawling across his face. He really is gorgeous; everything from his stubble to the way his hair falls to the side does it for me, and I can't help but not be mad, or even irritated. “I put my penthouse on the market today.” The words don't bother me.
“Whatever,” I reply, completely oblivious to where the conversation is going.
“Seven, I put the penthouse on the market.” His tone is more serious, and it draws my attention from the plate of pasta I am inhaling.
“Okay?” What does he want me to say? Move in with me? Move into my home, which has doubled as a fuck pad for the duration of my residence?
“How would you feel about buying a penthouse together?”
I drop my fork against the glass plate. It bounces off the dish and flies right onto the floor, pasta still attached and making a giant creamy mess. “What?” I ask him, my mouth gaping in his direction.
“Too much?” he asks. I don't even know how to answer that question, but my only internal reaction is to fucking run as far as I can. It was a big deal for me to agree to give him a chance. To give this whole thing a chance. We went from nothing to everything almost overnight. He’s becoming my everything, and when he walks away, I’ll be broken. I know this.
“Way too much, Levi.” I let out a deep breath, and push the plate away from me. My appetite is gone now. “I can't do this. I need a break.” I stand from my chair and start to back away from him. I need to put as much room between us as I can. If he touches me, I’ll change my mind. “This is all too much, too fast. I need a break. Please, Levi. I hate to ask this of you, but can you go?” I can feel the panic attack brewing and I don't want him to witness the nastiness that is my manic behavior.
“Seven, can we please talk about this?” His tone is pleading, and I can’t reply. I stand still, arms wrapped around my body, praying he’ll walk out of my life as fast as he possibly can.
“Please. Go.” My breathing becomes faster, and my hands shake as they harshly grip my own arms.
He turns without a word and makes his way to the elevator. Only a minute more and I can crack. Shatter. Retreat back into my fucked up head. Back to my fucked up life where I am worthless and where no one wants me. There, I am safe. The only person I am safe with is myself. It will always be like this.
I hear the slam of the elevator door and my entire body slips down the wall, sagging onto the kitchen floor as the hysterics pour out of me. First, it starts ever so slowly with tears. Followed by a meek cry. My breathing becom
es more rapid with each memory that flashes through my overactive brain.
“You are destined to be alone, forever, Seven. You are just too fucked up.” Blue's words echo through my ears.
“You'll never get your shit together long enough to love anyone but yourself,” my father adds. Way to add insult to injury.
Without missing a beat, Daniel's voice slams through my ears.
“You are nothing more than a good fuck, and a warm body.” He should have just carved my heart right out of my chest at that moment. “Seven, you aren't a forever kind of girl.”
No, I am not built for forever. I am not the kind of girl you bring home to your parents. That had been drilled into my head repeatedly over the years. A good fuck, a warm body. But never a forever. My labored breaths turn into gasps for air, my shaking out of control as I sob uncontrollably on my kitchen floor. I am destined to be alone. Forever. That is the only forever I will get.
I lie on the floor for hours. Well, it seems like hours, but my panic attack lasts for only a few minutes. With my legs no longer feeling like Jell-O, I stand and make my way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, where I dig out a bottle of Xanax. I’ll sleep tonight, but not because I’m comfortable in the arms of the only man I’ve ever truly loved. It will be because I’m too sedated to actually think about my fucked up life.
Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring.
Stop fucking ringing already. Jesus fucking Christ. I don't want to be bothered. My cell phone continues ringing and vibrating until I can't take the racket anymore. Reaching over to the nightstand, I see Star's photo flashing on the display.
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