Live Like You Mean It

by Ava Stone

  And most of it is true

  But I never had a reason

  Till the day that I met you

  Sleepless nights and weeklong days

  Were never a part of my style

  Now I count the hours till I hold you again

  Cursing the clock on the wall

  I wonder how you see me

  When I look into your eyes

  It’s no wonder that I’m crazy all the time

  Crazy out of my mind it’s true

  Crazy all the time since I met you

  My friends say that you’re dreaming

  I’ll never settle down

  You’ll be gone in a week or two

  ‘Cause I’ll be moving on

  No one knows what I’m feeling inside

  I can see it in your eyes

  Everything’s new when I look at you

  With you by my side

  I wonder how you see me

  When I look into your eyes

  It’s no wonder that I’m crazy all the time

  Crazy out of my mind it’s true

  Crazy all the time since I met you

  Close but far behind, what can I do

  I’m crazy out of my mind for you

  I couldn’t get you off my mind from the start

  You’re having second thoughts we would be better apart

  I’m holding out in hopes you stay

  Girl, don’t walk away.

  Crazy out of my mind it’s true

  Crazy all the time since I met you

  Close but far behind, what can I do

  I’m crazy out of my mind for you

  I strummed the final chord and barely propped my guitar against the side of the bed before Leah grabbed two handfuls of my t-shirt and pulled me against her. She pressed her lips to mine and I was hard in an instant. I had no idea my song would have this affect. I’d sing it for her all the time from here on out.

  I kissed her back and delved inside the warmth of her mouth. God, she tasted like heaven – like a hint of mint, Leah, and pure passion.

  I slid the first button of her blouse through its hole. Then I undid the second and third buttons too. I slid my hand across her lace bra and explored one breast with the tip of my finger.

  She sucked in a breath as I dipped my fingers inside her bra and circled her peaked nipple. My dick throbbed almost painfully in my jeans. I broke off our kiss to tug my shirt off and unbutton my pants.

  Leah’s eyes were on me and she bit her bottom lip. I abandoned my jeans and gently pressed her back onto my bed, straddling her legs and pressing my lips to hers once again.

  Her hands skimmed across my bare back, and need coursed through my veins. “God, Leah,” I whispered across her lips.

  And she kissed me back, matching my passion with every bit of hers.

  I rubbed my hands across her lace-covered breasts, testing their weight. She perfectly filled my hand and my cock throbbed even more. I squeezed her tits until she bucked beneath me.

  Then I lifted my head slightly, grinning at her as I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and opened it completely for me to gaze down at her. She was fucking gorgeous.

  I ran my hands across her belly and upwards to those breasts that had tempted me since that first night I met her. “So beautiful,” I whispered as I tugged the edge of her bra down until both of her breasts popped free. For a moment I just stared at the beauty of her beneath me, her gray eyes so filled with trepidation, her perfect pink nipples begging for my attention. She really was fucking gorgeous. No one in the world compared to her. And she was in my bed waiting for me.

  I captured both of her wrists with one hand and stretched her arms above her head, which lifted her tits. I lowered my mouth to one of her tempting nipples. She was so soft against my lips and I breathed in her scent, which drove me wild. I devoured her, laving her nipple, sucking her until she moaned, then capturing the very tip of her between my teeth.

  Her ragged breath hit my ears, and I moved to her other breast. I sucked on her nipple until she whispered my name. I slowly released her hands to trail my fingers down one arm, across the side of one breast, down her belly, then under the edge of her pants and panties.

  I found her pussy already wet as I pressed two fingers inside her warmth. She squeezed my fingers and my jealous cock twitched.

  I lifted my head, drinking her in. “So beautiful.” My Leah.

  A breath seemed to catch in her throat and I kissed her once more.

  “So very beautiful.”

  Then I bounced off the bed and tore at my jeans as though I was on fire. I almost was. I kicked my boxers somewhere across the room and grabbed a condom from my desk as Leah tossed her shirt and pants to the edge of my bed.

  All that was left was her panties. Her fingers found her waistband and I said, “No. Let me.”

  Her gray eyes widened as I dropped the condom on the bed and kneeled beside her. Then I ran my fingers across the black lace that shielded her pussy from my view. She squirmed under my touch, like she needed more than that. So did I. A lot more. And I’d been needing it since I met her.

  I slid my hand under her panties and gently circled her clit with my fingertip.

  A moan escaped Leah and her ass lifted off the bed. I took the edge of her panties and slid them very slowly down her ass, trailing my finger over her soft, exposed skin as I did so. “Lift your leg, babe,” I said, then slid the black lace down one leg, then the other.

  Leah’s knees came together, like she was shy all of a sudden. But we’d come too far for shyness now.

  I slid my hand up one calf and then squeezed her thigh. “Come on, open for me.”

  Her leg relaxed a bit and I pulled her legs apart. Her pretty pink lips were glistening and a groan escaped me.

  I pressed a kiss to her knee and then moved further up her thigh, kissing and tasting her every inch or so until I reached her pussy. God, she was beautiful. I kissed her soft, pink lips and slid my tongue inside her entrance.

  She grasped my sheets in her hands as a ragged breath met my ears. But I barely noticed, I was so caught up with tasting Leah, sucking her in, I barely noticed anything…

  Until her fingers closed around my cock, and I moaned against her pussy. Shit. I’d come like that if she wasn’t careful. I didn’t want to come yet. I’d waited for this moment and wanted it to last more than a couple seconds. My head jerked up, to find her smiling a little wickedly at me.

  Uh-huh. Two could play this game. I smiled back as I my thumb grazed her clit and her ass lifted off the bed once more in response.

  “Brody,” she breathed out and I tore the condom open. I couldn’t wait a second more.

  Her hand fell away from me and I slid the thing over my dick. Then I kneed her legs further apart and guided my cock to her still glistening entrance.

  She sucked in a breath as I entered her and her channel closed around me like a fist. Fuck. She felt amazing.

  I leaned over her and took both of her hands in mine and stared down into those pretty gray eyes of hers as I thrust fully inside her.

  I could barely move, not with Brody’s blue eyes pinning me in place, his hands holding my hands and his dick filling me so completely. Not that I wanted to move. I wanted to stay right where I was, just like that forever.

  He lowered his head and kissed me and I lost all sense of time and place.

  My nerves tingled, my pussy pulsed around him, and my heart pounded with a rapid beat. Brody pulled back slightly from me, then filled me again, over and over, rhythmically sending me to the edge of sanity.

  I wrapped my legs around his strong back, drawing him closer to me. He liked that, I could tell. The grin on his face made me feel light-headed, and powerfully seductive all of a sudden.

  “Oh, yeah?” he breathed out, and thrust harder inside me.

  “Uh-huh,” I managed to mutter. God, I could barely think straight. He was over me, he was so deep inside me, surrounding my heart and senses until th
ere was nothing in the world except for the two of us.

  Brody’s pace quickened, pushing me harder and faster until I was panting and so very close to climaxing. “Please, please,” I begged. I just needed more, just a little bit more.

  “Come for me, Leah,” he whispered.

  And hearing my name on his lips pushed me over the edge. A cry was wrenched from me as wave after wave of passion and completion washed over me.

  Brody pressed inside me, even more urgently until he rasped out my name and collapsed on top of me, burying his face against my neck. He was still deep inside me, and he weight of him pushed me further into his mattress. I’d never felt so connected to another living soul.

  I wrapped my arms around his back and sighed against his cheek. What I wouldn’t give to stay with him like this forever.

  He nuzzled my neck and then kissed me there. “My God, Leah.” His voice so full of reverence and awe flitted about my heart as I closed my eyes and breathed him in.

  After a moment, he rolled to my side and tugged me against his chest. God, I’d never been so boneless, so sated in all my life. My body still hummed from having made love to him and my breathing was just barely starting to return to its normal pace.

  “Wow,” he whispered, running his hand along my side. “You’re amazing.”

  Was I? I couldn’t help smile as I kissed his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He chuckled and squeezed my ass. “Not so bad? I’ll have to do better next time, then.”

  I pushed up slightly to look down at him. “If you can do better, I’m in trouble.”

  A seductive grin spread across his face. “Oh, Leah, you are in serious trouble. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you—”

  A passionate feminine scream echoed from somewhere else in the apartment. Startled, I jumped a little. “What in the world?” Shit. I hoped no one had heard us a few minutes before.

  Brody rolled his eyes. “It’s lucky I can even get any sleep around here. The two of them are like fucking rabbits all the time.”

  And loud! Please, don’t let us have been equally loud. I’d never be able to show my face at Brody’s apartment again. “They’re like this all the time?”

  “Ever since she moved in. And her ex is next door. Pretty sure he can hear them too. More nights like this and Cade’ll have more than one black eye. I can’t even blame the guy.”

  My mouth fell open. “That’s what happened to his eye? Kelly’s ex?”

  Brody nodded. “He used to be the nicest guy. But his—”

  “What did you call me?!” Kelly’s shrill voice from the other room cut off whatever Brody was about to say.

  If the rest of the night was going to be like this, I really should head home. I sat up and spotted my bra at the foot of the bed.

  I couldn’t hear whatever it was that Cade said in response, but it sounded like he was pleading with her. His words, however, were lost under Kelly’s wailing. “Yeah, not my name, asshole.”

  “Shit,” Brody muttered as he heaved a sigh.

  I glanced over at him and he shrugged. “He’s been calling her Kelsey and not even realizing it.”

  I know my eyes rounded in surprise. After the scream of ecstasy Kelly had let just before her angry yell… “You think he called her the wrong name during sex?”

  And then something crashed against the wall. “Don’t touch me,” she yelled.

  “Oh, it’s gonna be a fun night.” Brody scrubbed a hand down his face at the same time. “Take me with you,” he teased.

  It wasn’t such an awful idea. I found my panties in his sheets and said, “You could sleep on the couch if you want.” I slid into my panties as fast as I could.

  “I doubt your mom would appreciate that.”

  Something else crashed against one of the apartment walls as I re-hooked my bra. “I said ‘don’t touch me’!” Kelly wailed.

  Brody slid from the bed. “The couch?”

  “Mom will be fine as long as you’re not in my room,” I promised, snatching up my shirt and pants from the floor.

  “Kelly!” Cade bellowed. “I—”

  “Oh, now you know my name!” she yelled back.

  Brody threw on his shirt. “Yeah, I’ll meet you there.”

  Something poked me in the face. Or maybe I imagined it. Nope. Something poked me in the face again. I opened one eye to find a pair of tiny silver eyes peering very closely at my face. Shit.

  I sat up and rubbed the back of my neck. Sleeping on Leah’s couch was not the most comfortable place in the world.

  A dark-haired little boy scampered away from me and raced towards the doorway. Leah’s son. It had to be. “Hey,” I said groggily.

  He stopped in his tracks, turned back around and frowned at me as though trying to make sense of my presence. I’d certainly been trying to make sense of his ever since I learned about him. Now, after all my worrying about the kid and this is how I meet him, huh? It seemed a little anticlimactic. Still the little face poker was going to have to get used to me. After making love to Leah last night, I wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon.

  It was a little strange just having the little boy stare at me though. There had to be something I could do, something I could say… And then I remembered when he called me from his mom’s phone. He’d actually done me a favor that morning. I still owed him for making that call. What had Leah said? Her son was using the phone as an airplane? “You like airplanes?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound as grumpy as I usually did in the mornings. Shit. I could use some coffee.

  The little boy turned his head as though to study me better. “Airplane?” he echoed so softly I barely heard him. He had her eyes. Her nose too. Cute kid, really.

  “Yeah.” I nodded and scrubbed a hand down my face to help me wake up. “If you have a piece of paper, I can make you an airplane.” Then he ran from the room before I could ask him to wake up his mother.

  “Sweetheart,” Mrs. Willett’s voice filtered down the hallway, “what do you want with a piece of paper?”

  “Airplane,” the little boy sounded really close by.

  “A paper airplane?” Leah’s mom stopped in the doorway. Her mouth fell open when she spotted me on her couch. “What the fuck?” she muttered.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the little boy echoed, and I only barely kept from laughing. The far from happy look on Mrs. Willett’s face was the only thing keeping me in check.

  “Aiden,” she admonished. “You know you can’t say everything Nana says. Go get your mommy, ok?”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he practically sang as he ran down the hall.

  “Aiden!” she barked as if whatever was left of her patience had just vanished.

  “Uh, hi,” I said, flashing her a smile that I hoped wouldn’t make her throw me out on my ass.

  “What are you doing here?” she demanded, her hands on her hips, her light eyes narrowed on me.

  “Um, well…”

  Before I could say more, “Mom!” Leah called from upstairs. “Don’t yell at Brody. I told him he could stay on the couch.”

  “Leah!” she yelled back. “Get down here! Now!”

  There was a bunch of movement upstairs and then hurried footsteps down the staircase. Leah slid to a stop beside her mother and she sent me a smile that made me grin like an idiot even with her mother standing there, glaring at me.

  “Leah Elizabeth,” Mrs. Willett over enunciated.

  But she shook her head to stop whatever rant her mother had planned. “I was talking to Brody after work last night and his roommate and his girlfriend were in a fight, screaming and yelling. I could barely hear him. So I said he could come over and that you wouldn’t mind if he slept on the couch for one night. You invited him for brunch today anyway.”

  Technically that was true, in the strictest of senses. We hadn’t been able to hear each other with Cade and Kelly screaming. Though she did leave out the part that we were talking in my bed and not over the phone. She was s
lick.

  “He stayed on the couch all night?” Mrs. Willett narrowed her eyes on Leah.

  She made an x over her heart. “Swear to God. He hasn’t even stepped foot on the stairs, Mom.”

  Her mother glanced in my direction as if she could see the truth written across my face. But I hadn’t stepped foot on the stairs. I’d stayed right where I was supposed to be all night and my neck was aching all the more for it.

  “Does that mean he’s going to church with us too?” Mrs. Willett cast a sidelong glance at her daughter.

  “Nice try, Mom.” She breezed past her mother and retrieved the blanket she’d lent me the night before. She started to fold it just as her son raced back into the living room, waving a piece of paper in the air.

  “Airplane!” he said, rushing towards me.

  “Airplane?” Leah echoed, dropping the folded blanket on the couch and snatching the paper out of her son’s hand before I could even touch it. “Aiden, what are you doing with my psych notes?”

  “Airplane.” He bounced on his toes, waving his hands in the air, trying to get the paper back from her.

  Leah looked at me, her brow lifted in question. “Uh…you know something about this?”

  I shrugged. “I told him if he brought me some paper I’d make him an airplane.”

  “Uh-huh.” She turned her gaze on the little dark-haired boy at her feet. “You may not have Mommy’s paper, Aiden. You have art paper in your room you can get if you want Mr. Brody to make an airplane for you.”

  But art paper didn’t seem nearly as much fun as his mother’s notes, not if I correctly read the expression across the little boy’s face.

  “Brody.” Mrs. Willett sighed. “Do you want some coffee?”

  “I’d love some.” I mean, it was a miracle I was being this pleasant without a drop of coffee so far this morning. Or maybe not a miracle. Seeing Leah always put me in a better mood, even after being poked awake and with an aching neck, apparently.

  “All right,” Mrs. Willett started down the hallway toward the kitchen at the same time the little boy bolted from the room as if his ass was on fire.