by Leigh, Ember
“Be careful,” she murmured dreamily.
“Why?” He dragged his teeth over her right nipple, watching as the emotions splayed across her face. He might have found a weak spot.
“You—It’s—” Her voice gave out as he scraped his teeth back and forth. A shudder wracked her body, and that’s when he knew. Right here. Right now. His cock pulsed in agreement, and he couldn’t wait, not for another second. He suckled at her nipple, making a slurpy noise, and then he dove for the nightstand. He was just a few inches short.
Riley blinked lazily, like coming out of her fog. “What do you need?”
“A condom.”
Clarity made steps across her face. “Oh, right.” She shifted on top of him. “I forgot about that.”
“Well, they’re kind of helpful in times like these.”
She laughed, but it died quickly. “Yeah. It’s been a long time. Let me grab it.” She clambered off him, damn near paralyzed by the sight of her underwear cutting into the mounds of her ass. He almost made her stop and get the camera.
“XL, huh?” she asked as she kneeled beside him, handing off the condom wrapper. “You know that’s not gonna fit.”
“It’ll fit fine,” he said, tearing open the wrapper. “Trust me. I know my size.”
“No, I mean…inside me.”
He dragged his gaze up to her, a slow smile crossing his face. “You don’t think?”
She shook her head. “I told you. It’s been a long time. I mean, look!” She gestured toward his cock, which had tented his briefs to an impossible height. “You’re going to impale me.”
“Ha ha ha. That’s what she said.” Levi shoved his briefs down and let her take in the sight before he rolled the condom down, inch by inch.
“That wasn’t your best joke,” Riley said with a snicker, “But I’ll accept it.”
Levi shoved his briefs down and kicked them off before welcoming Riley back on top of him. He exhaled low as he rubbed his hands over the melons of her ass, up the curve of her spine, then down to the lacy edge of her panties.
“These need to come off,” he whispered, pressing his fingers beneath the crotch of her panties. She inhaled sharply as his fingers danced over the sultry landscape beneath: the fleshy grooves of her pussy, the intoxicating heat pooling there like a shimmering oasis. And it was calling to him. So loudly that he couldn’t hear anything else in the world.
Levi grunted as he explored between her legs, loving the ways Riley bucked and arched in tune to his movements. She was loving every second of this, living every second of this. He pinched her clit, which made her crumble on top of him.
“I can’t wait, Riley,” he said, a desperation in his voice that he wasn’t used to. He pushed aside the scrap of fabric covering her pussy, then curled two fingers into the sweet heat there.
Riley cried out, bucking against him as he plunged his fingers inside her, over and over again, while his thumb rubbed a steady rhythm against the needy nub of her clit. While he was buried knuckle-deep inside her, she’d blossomed into something else. An unrestricted goddess. Cherry cheeks and low, sultry moans, her neck rolling from side to side as she rode this wave to the end.
Levi loved seeing her like this. It was hotter than he could have imagined—hotter than he’d specifically imagined several times while alone with his thoughts and his fist. Riley pressed her palms against his chest, as if sustaining herself, bracing for the blow.
Levi yanked his fingers out of her just as her pussy had started to tighten around him. Her eyes snapped open, but the shock wouldn’t last long. He lifted her easily by the hips, hoisting her above his cock so the tip grazed the crease of her pussy.
He lowered her slightly. She gasped as he slid his cockhead in. Heat coated him as he found the soft, damp channel there, a tightness and slickness that made his head spin.
“Leviiii,” she moaned, half-warning, half-plea.
He grunted, flexing his hips as he brought her down on top of him inch by inch. “I love it when you say my name.”
She whimpered then, her breath choppy. “Please. I need it.”
“I thought it wasn’t gonna fit?” He kept her pelvis steady while he thrusted upward, finding even more depth. Riley dissolved against him, fingernails digging into his chest.
“Please,” she said, eyes pinched shut.
“Look at me.”
Riley drew a deep breath, then her eyes snapped open. He found heat and lust and fire there, all his favorite things. It was hard to find someone like her. To find a sexual chemistry like this. In that moment, he knew this wasn’t going to be one-and-done like usual. No, he needed to find a way to keep exploring this. Exploring her.
“I need it,” she begged, rocking her hips against his hands, which held her a few inches above his body. His biceps bulged with the effort, but all the pains from his fight had disappeared under the sexy spell of Riley’s naked body. He could have gone three more rounds in the octagon with the adrenaline he had pumping through him. She did that to him. Whether she realized it or not.
Levi wet his bottom lip, his gaze darting briefly to the tiny patch of hair above her pussy, the indentations his fingers made from holding her above him. Then he released her, and in one glorious whoosh, she came crashing down on top of his cock, swallowing all of him. He thudded into the deepest, most hidden part of her body. Riley collapsed on top of him like a rag doll.
Levi grunted, mind swirling as the tight glove of her pussy stretched to accommodate him. She dug her fingernails into his biceps. An animalistic noise ripped out of her, something from the deepest part of her. She clawed at him, flexing against him.
“Holy shit, Levi.”
He spread his fingers across her ass cheeks, grabbing big handfuls, massaging her mounds to the rhythm of his thrusts. With this movement, he’d begun the downhill rush to pleasure town. With the weeks that had passed without actual sex, he was already a loaded gun. Having Riley wrapped around him turned him into a cannon.
“Ohhhh, my god,” she moaned, hips bucking right along with him.
His pending orgasm stalked the edges of his mind. God, he wanted to give in. Wanted to feel that burst and that silence inside him, driven there by Riley’s pussy. Her tits. Her sounds. Her everything.
“I’m close,” he huffed, his voice ragged. He drilled up into her, which made her wilt against him again.
“I think I came a hundred times already,” she moaned.
He dragged his teeth against her shoulder, loving the tang of sweat and Riley he found there. “Get ready for a hundred more.”
Her laugh sounded strangled and delirious at the same time. She hooked her arms around his neck, smashing her breasts into his chin, bucking harder against him as they found an intense rhythm. His breath evaporated as his insides coiled tight. He couldn’t beat this back any longer.
When Riley slammed down on top of him again, a gruff cry escaped him. He pinched his eyes shut as the firework display of pleasure sizzled through him, abs jerking as he came and came and came. She moaned into his chest, fingernails leaving U-shaped indents in his pecs as she clung to him, her pussy convulsing around him.
But Levi didn’t want this to simply be good sex.
He wanted this to be sex that changed Riley’s life. The kind that had her thinking about him all the damn time…a penance for how much he thought about her.
Tit for tat, or something.
He found the swollen nub of her clit, massaging it between his thumb and forefinger as his cock fired off the final rounds. Riley screamed and arched her back, almost trying to escape, but he held her tight against him, watching as the expressions seared across her face.
When Riley’s chest was heaving and she’d wilted against him one final time, pure deadweight, he pulled back and kissed her forehead.
She murmured something unintelligible. Something that sounded like pure satisfaction.
Levi fought to catch his breath and wrapped his arms around her.
; He didn’t want to move yet.
He liked it right here.
Chapter 13
Mrrrrrrnnnnrrn.
Riley jolted awake, totally disoriented.
She blinked a few times, trying to figure out where in the hell she was. Light strained at the edges of a tightly drawn shade. Steel gray covers all around her. And then pure male all around her—carmelized copper and the dreamy scent of the outdoors, a tang of sweat. She buried her face in the pillow, relishing the thrill of inhaling this scent. Living in it.
Levi.
Clarity crashed through her, and she remembered. She was in Levi’s apartment. Levi’s bed. Bathing in his scent. Her kneejerk reaction was relief, something deep-seated and primal that uncoiled with bliss.
Mrrrrnnnrnnn.
Levi stirred beside her. That noise hadn’t been in her dreams, then. He sat upright, tossing the covers aside as he bolted out of bed. He grabbed for a pair of black workout shorts, hopping from foot to foot as he struggled to put them on in the dim morning.
Riley sat up, rubbing at her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Go back to sleep.” His voice was groggy, not fully there. “And stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Levi slipped out of the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Riley yawned and rubbed at her eyes again, listening to the quiet of the morning. Drowsiness overcame her again, and she collapsed back into the pleasant nest of Levi’s bed.
As she was drifting off again, something crashed in the apartment.
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at the ceiling, entire body tuning in to the sounds beyond the bedroom door. What the hell was going on out there? And why wouldn’t Levi tell her what his bizarre roommate situation was?
The fact that she didn’t know—that he’d never properly explained, despite her asking—crashed back over her. She couldn’t imagine why he was being so secretive—so weird about it.
Even amid the still-pulsing euphoria from her many, many orgasms through their night together, she could still imagine the worst. Probably he had a girlfriend or maybe an entire family on the other side of that door. And here she was, tucked into the guest room like a dirty secret. Or maybe this wasn’t his place. Maybe he’d snuck her into someone else’s apartment, and now the fallout was about to happen.
Because this thing between them—no matter how life changing that sex had been—couldn’t end well. No, she knew better than to expect that. Levi had to have a dirty secret. A deal breaker lurking in the shadows. Even worse than what she already knew about him, that he was a tabloid headline waiting to happen.
Laughter drifted from somewhere beyond the bedroom door. But it wasn’t Levi’s. Her stomach twisted. Soft voices, and then shushing. Probably Levi. Telling his harem to be quiet.
Sleepiness had left her and wouldn’t be returning. No, she only had questions now. Uncertainty. And for some dumb reason…a little bit of heartbreak.
Riley checked her phone. Seven a.m. At this hour, the sounds on the other side of the door were probably his two infant children he’d neglected to tell her about. She hoped there wasn’t an angry wife out there too.
Levi came back into the bedroom as she was slipping her bra back on. The door shut, and then he crawled onto the bed behind her.
“What are you doing?” His breath grazed her ear before his lips pressed a trail over her shoulder.
She whipped around to look at him. “I think I should go. You still haven’t told me what the hell is going on with your living situation, and I’m kind of done with wondering.”
He watched her with wide eyes, and she could tell his entire body had gone rigid at her words.
“Why won’t you tell me?” She gestured toward the door. “Clearly you don’t live alone. And I know this was just a one-night stand or whatever, but damn.”
“Riley…”
“Got it.” She shook her head, snatching her panties from the floor. “Will you escort me out so your wife and kids don’t see?”
He deflated, burying his face in his hands. “No. Don’t leave. You’ll see who I live with. Trust me, we’re not getting past him at this point.”
Ah. So there was a “him.” Probably his live-in boyfriend.
“I didn’t want him to see you leave. You’re right. I did want to sneak you out. I mean, it was the plan. But…” He sighed, picking at the comforter. His entire left eye had grown muddy black and purple around the socket. One of many residual echoes of his victorious fight the night before. “That’s not gonna happen. So let’s go meet him.”
Riley swallowed hard. At least there was honesty now. “Who is it?”
“Come on.” Levi stood, jerking his head toward the door. “Put your clothes on.”
She grabbed for her teal dress, hesitating. “This is all I have. It kind of screams ‘walk of shame,’ don’t you think?”
He hefted with a laugh then headed for his sliding closet doors. Inside, T-shirts and pants and sweatshirts hung neatly, and precisely arranged sneakers and dress shoes lined the floor. So maybe this wasn’t the guest room. Maybe he did actually use this bedroom.
Maybe he didn’t have an angry boyfriend tapping his foot in the living room.
Levi tugged something off a hanger, handing it to her. “If we’re going to get outed, let’s go all the way.”
She rolled her lips inward, fighting an adolescent-grade smile. This was as cute as it was ridiculous. She held up the shirt. It said “LEVI, Property of Chicago Training Gyms.” She smirked at him.
“It’s from my old training camp in Chicago.” He sent her that heartbreaker grin, and she shrugged the T-shirt on. Impossibly soft and extra-large on her, she didn’t mind at all how it hung to the tops of her thighs.
“Got any shorts for me?”
“I’ve got everything from speedos to hot pants,” he said, winking, and then tugged something out of a hidden drawer in his closet. “Here. Now you’re camera ready.”
She giggled, slipping on the mesh workout shorts. They were too big, but also comfy. “I think I’m ready to join an MMA gym.”
“Yeah, dressing right is 90% of it,” he teased.
“Physical strength definitely factors in second or third, right?” She stuffed her hands in the shorts pockets, assessing herself in the mirror. “I look like you hired me to be part of your brand.”
“You’re on the Levi train now.” But some of the regular spark was missing from behind his words. He started for the door and then stopped. “Hang on. Just let me talk to him real quick, okay? I gotta let him know you’re coming out.”
“Who is he?” Riley asked as Levi reached for the knob.
Levi’s chocolate eyes swung her way. “My little brother.” He slipped out of the room a moment later, the revelation hitting her. Oh shit. It was a family member. Somehow, that was the most enormous relief she never could have counted on.
The door swung open a few moments later, and Levi gestured for her to come out. She walked out carefully, every inch of her body expectant and nervous. She had never felt so much buildup prior to meeting someone.
And then there he was—Levi’s little brother, a strange, twin replica of him, except much, much younger.
And he was in a motorized wheelchair. Grinning at her like he knew the biggest secret in the world.
“Gage, this is Riley.” Levi’s voice sounded clipped. “Riley, meet Gage, my little brother.”
“Hi, Riley.” Gage’s dopey grin made her own smile grow wider.
“It’s nice to meet you, Gage.” She headed over to him, offering her hand. He gave her a surprisingly firm handshake. Questions erupted inside her, but not now. She’d have to wait until much later to ask everything that had sprung to mind.
“Yeah, it’s really nice to meet you too.” He peered around her at Levi, sending a pointed look. “Interesting to finally meet my brother’s girlfriend.”
That word made the record screech. Now she got it. Outed to the little brother brought along a whole host
of assumptions, which would require even more explanations. Her mouth parted, unsure how to respond, but Levi jumped in.
“Bro, you hungry?” He ruffled Gage’s hair as he headed for the kitchen, jerking his chin for Riley to follow. “What do you want, Ri? Eggs sound good?”
She wasn’t sure what to address first—the surprise nickname or the fact that he was about to become Mr. Domestic. “Uh, yeah, actually.”
“Levi loves eggs,” Gage said. “I always thought he was going to marry an egg, but now that I’ve met you, I guess I was wrong.”
Riley laughed, scratching at the back of her head. “Well, I mean…we’re not going to—”
“Don’t listen to him,” Levi warned. “Unless he tells you a knock-knock joke. You can listen to that.”
She lifted a brow. “You got some good knock-knock jokes?”
Gage huffed, using the joystick on his wheelchair to maneuver toward the kitchen. “Why would you bring that up right now?”
Levi had a mysterious smile on his face as he laid out a carton of eggs on the kitchen island. “Tell her your jokes.”
Gage frowned, but he looked like he was considering it. He stopped his chair on the far side of the kitchen, sighing dramatically. Riley eased onto the stool facing the island, right across from Levi.
“I wanna hear one,” she encouraged, her gaze bouncing between Gage and Levi. This whole scenario was so trippy. She’d almost think Levi was lying, but his similarity to Gage was uncanny. They both had the same alive, sparkling brown eyes, long dark lashes, square jaws that could make heads turn.
Their dad must be a looker too. She was dying to see the three of them together.
“Fine.” Gage huffed one last time. “Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?” Riley asked.
“I eat mop.”
“I eat mop who?”
Gage tutted, giving her a fake look of horror. “That’s gross, how could you do that?”
Both Gage and Levi got still and watched her, waiting for the joke to click. She replayed the words in her head and then laughed into her hands.