Текст книги "The Fall Up"

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She writhed against me as I dipped a finger inside her, curling it before twisting the way I’d learned set her ablaze. This time was no different. Circling her hips off the bed, she fisted the back of my hair.

“Roll over,” she ordered.

Levee was like that. As much as I loved licking her pussy, she loved my cock. She was never able to wait long before pleading for it. And, more often than not, I was more than willing to give it to her.

But not this time.

After prying her hand from my hair, I pinned it to the bed at her side. I alternated between sucking and nipping at her clit and thrusting my tongue in and out of her wet opening. Her other hand found my hair as she continued to beg me to roll over. My only response was to pin her other hand to the bed as well.

“Wait, wait, wait.” she said, sitting up even as she ground herself against my mouth. Then she sucked in a deep breath, which she held.

“You want me inside you?” I asked between licks as her whole body coiled in impending release.

“Yes,” she squeaked, still not exhaling.

“Not until you come.” I sucked hard on her swollen nub, flicking it with my tongue.

Falling back to the bed, she cried, “Oh, God!”

Her orgasm sprang to life as her cunt began to pulse against my mouth. That was my cue. Pushing up to my knees, I spread her legs wide and flipped her on her side. Straddling her thigh against the bed and pulling the other over my shoulder, I drove inside her harder than ever before. A string of cuss words flew from her mouth as she continued to pulse around me.

Levee and I were in love—there was no doubt about that. But we were still getting to know each other on so many levels.

Not our bodies though. They were sexual soulmates.

Levee ground her hips in a rhythm that she knew could snatch the orgasm from my balls. And I worked her deep, making sure the metal of my barbell found just the spot that would still her merciless hips.

It was a constant give and take of driving each other toward the brink, all while furiously fighting away our own releases.

At some point, one of the two of us would fail. This particular time, I wasn’t too proud to admit that it was me.

“Fuck,” I cursed as my cock shot off wrapped in her tight warmth.

Needing to take her over the edge with me, I dropped my thumb to her clit and rubbed a tight circle as I continued to pump inside her. My orgasm was already shredding me, but the moment her muscles began to clench around me, a whole new wave of ecstasy tightened my balls, leaving me utterly empty in its wake.

But, as my eyes opened and I watched Levee’s lithe body trembling beneath me, I’d never felt more full in my life.

Yes, I was coming down from an unbelievable orgasm with an even-more-so unbelievable woman, but I had no doubt whatsoever that the feeling currently expanding in my chest was the great I’d always been searching for. It was by far the highest high of my life, and even as her body continued to milk me and I softened inside her, I couldn’t even enjoy it.

In my life, after every high came the lowest of lows.

And, while looking down into her sated eyes, which were staring up at me so filled with love that it nearly ached, the fucking pendulum swung all over again.

I SPENT TWO glorious days lost in Sam before I came back up for air. I wished I could’ve stayed tucked in his bed forever, but he had work to do, and unfortunately, I did too. Really, I didn’t want to do any of it though.

Sure, I needed to return the hundreds of calls I’d ended from Stewart and let him know that I was taking an indefinite hiatus from music. I was positive it wasn’t going to go over well.

I also needed to fire Devon. My heart broke at the idea, but no more than it had the day he had taken it upon himself to come between me and Sam—that killed.

And, after all of that was done, I needed to head up to my house, change all the locks and security codes, and then relocate half of my wardrobe to Sam’s closet. There had never been a question of his place or mine when we’d gotten back. His shop was out back, and he had Sampson to take care of, so his place was the obvious choice. But, above and beyond all that, I loved Sam’s house. I’d only spent one night there before I’d left, but somehow, it felt like home. I wasn’t necessarily moving in for good, but I wasn’t planning to go back home any time soon, either.

Sam had been up for hours when I finally dragged myself out of bed long enough to do my hair and makeup. I took my sweet time, hoping another day would slip to night so I could avoid my to-do list, but an hour later, when I slid my heels on, the clock only read eleven in the morning.

Grabbing my new phone, I decided to procrastinate on Twitter for a while before starting my day.

It was the wrong decision.

So. So. So wrong.

The very first message to pop up on my feed was a video of a bald little boy no older than three, connected to more wires than I could count. He looked so weak, but as someone offscreen turned my song “Discovery” on, he started shimmying and shaking in his hospital bed. The song only lasted for a few seconds before it cut off, and the boy immediately broke into tears when it ended. It was turned back on and he started dancing all over again. My stomach wrenched as I pressed play repeatedly, only pausing long enough to read the tweet.

@LeveeWilliams You should come to Indiana and meet your biggest fan.

It was a harmless message that had been retweeted over three thousand times, but it was like a knife to my gut. I really should do that.

It would have cost me nothing to be on a plane that same night, but I knew the real price would be paid when I started the vicious cycle all over again.

I’m on a break.

Yet my fingers still typed out in response:

@SandyJoe176 Absolutely! I’d love to meet that handsome little guy. My manager will be in touch.

My finger hovered over the send button for entirely too long.

Visiting one sick kid wasn’t the same as exhausting myself in hospitals every opportunity I got. What would be the harm in just flying out for one day? It wouldn’t even have to be a full day. I could be back in time for dinner. Or, better yet, maybe Sam would go with me and we could make it a fun trip for both of us.

My finger inched closer to the send button.

Surely, he’d be on board with something like this. He knew how important visiting sick kids was for me. I mean, he couldn’t expect me to give it up completely.

“You’re not Spiderman.”

Shit.

I pressed play on the video once more, my finger still hovering over send as I watched that little boy’s eyes light when my song came through the speaker of my phone.

It’s the right thing to do. No matter how it affects me.

But what about how it affected Sam?

Before I even realized it, I was on my feet and heading out to Sam’s shop. I slung the door open and was instantly greeted by the loud grinding of a power tool. Sam was in the corner, hunched over a table, a cigarette dangling between his lips. The room fell silent as his gaze swung to mine. I must have looked panicked, because he immediately dropped the tool on the table and marched in my direction.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can we go to Indiana?”

He spun to drop his cigarette into an ashtray before turning back to face me. “Depends on why you want to go, I guess.”

“There’s a sick little boy who sent me a video on Twitter. I think it would be a really nice thing to do. It’s not like I have a lot going on right now. But I bet it would mean a lot if we showed up. I could have Stewart get in touch with his parents and make it a big surprise,” I rushed out in one long breath until I ran out of air.

He arched an eyebrow.

I sucked in deeply before exclaiming, “We could both go! Make it a romantic getaway!”

He stared at me for a minute before silently flipping his palm up, requesting my phone. I sidled up beside him as he pressed play on the video.

My eyes bounced between his face and the phone as I watched him smile warmly at the child on the screen. When it ended, he tossed an arm around my shoulders, and just like I had, he pressed play again. I cuddled into his chest, wrapping my arms around his hips. Closing my eyes, I listened to his strong heartbeat as I awaited the verdict.

“What do you want to do, Levee?” he asked when the video ended.

I didn’t open my eyes as I answered, “I want to go.”

“And you think that will help him?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you think it might help you though, right?”

Yes. “I don’t know.”

Sam sucked in a hard breath, my head rising as his chest expanded. “You know I love you, right?” he said.

I didn’t answer that question, nor did I release my hold around his waist even when his arms fell away from me. “You’re going to tell me no, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m not telling you anything. If you want to go, go.”

I craned my neck back in surprise. “You want to go with me?”

“Nope,” he answered shortly.

“Why…why not?” I stuttered.

“Because you’re supposed to be on a break. You’re supposed to be going to see your therapist tomorrow. You’re supposed to be firing Devon, contacting Stewart, cleaning out your closet.” He paused, raking an angry hand through his hair. “You’re supposed to be fucking moving in with me.”

Shit. Maybe I am moving in permanently.

I finally stepped away. “What do you expect me to do, Sam?”

“The things you promised!” he roared before collecting himself. “If you want to go, do it. But that’s on you,” he snapped, turning his back on me.

My guilt morphed to anger. “See, that’s exactly the problem. It is on me!”

His back was still to me as he lit a cigarette. “Two days.” He laughed without humor.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I was more than ready for an icy gaze as he turned to face me, but I was nowhere near ready for the level of disappointment that showed on his angry face. “It means two days ago, I agreed to play Spiderman and bring you home with me. It means I love you so fucking much that I was willing to risk your life just to spend more time with you. And two fucking days later, I’m already failing.”

My stomach sank, and the air between us became too thick to breathe. “You aren’t failing. I just wanted to visit a kid!”

He lifted the cigarette to his lips for another drag. “Then what?”

I opened my mouth to reply, only I didn’t have an answer at all. I had no fucking clue what came next. It was just an impulse to help someone. It wasn’t the spiral down I was quickly realizing he was convinced I was going to take.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered on a cloud of smoke. “Eventually, you’d end up back on that bridge.” He wrenched his eyes shut.

“Sam, I won’t let that happen again. I swear.”

Scratching the back of his head, he announced, “I think you need to go back to Maine, Levee.”

“No!” I cried, taking a giant step toward him. “Listen to me, please. I won’t go to Indiana. It was just a gut reaction to seeing that video. I came out here to get your honest opinion.”

He looked at the ground, shaking his head. “Well, you got it, didn’t you?”

“Look at me,” I ordered, and his eyes immediately lifted to mine. “I don’t need to go back to Maine. I made the appointments with the doctor. I’m trying here.”

“Are you?” He tipped his head in question. “I mean, are you really?”

“Yes, I really am.”

He put his cigarette out and lit another. “Then why haven’t you called Stewart? You’ve told no one about the break you so adamantly promised me you were gonna take. Henry didn’t even know when I mentioned it last night.”

“You were talking to Henry?”

“We’re both worried about you, Levee.”

I didn’t know why I was so shocked by the fact that they were communicating without me, but even in the midst of an argument, it warmed me in all the right places.

“Oh. Well. I just haven’t had a chance to tell him yet. That’s all.”

Sam’s eyes flashed back to the door of his shop, which he stared at for entirely too long. I wasn’t sure what was going on inside his head, and when I was about to ask, he whispered, “I’m scared.”

“What?” I asked, walking closer so I could hear him better.

He cleared his throat but kept his eyes on the door. “I said, ‘I’m scared.’” Then his empty eyes lifted to mine. “I think you want to take your life back. I really fucking do. But I’ll be honest here: I’m not equipped for this. I thought I could do it, but I was wrong. Remember when you told me about that feeling you had in your stomach—like you were falling?”

I nodded as tears welled in my eyes.

“That’s exactly how I felt when you walked in here. My stomach dropped the moment I saw the anxiety in your eyes. I feel it every night when I watch you fall asleep.”

Oh, God. “The free fall,” I whispered.

“It’s terrible, but I was so fucking relieved when I realized it was just a sick kid you were upset about.”

I inhaled deeply then closed my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I jumped in surprise when his arms suddenly folded around me.

“No. I’m sorry. I should have pushed harder for you to stay in Maine. Levee, I love having you here. I’m just terrified that I’m going to fail you too.” He squeezed me painfully tight, burying his face in my hair. “I can’t lose you too.”

I hated the idea of leaving more than I could ever adequately express, but when I closed my eyes and put myself in his shoes, I understood why he needed me to go. And, above and beyond all the stuff about his past, there was absolutely nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to extinguish the free fall for him.

He had, after all, done it for me.

I squeezed him tight and breathed in a lungful of the smoky sweetness that was Sam’s scent. “I’ll go back.”

His body sagged in relief.

“But not to Maine. They were idiots.”

“Okay. Somewhere new. I’m good with that. Maybe somewhere closer this time.” He kissed the top of my head while gliding his hands up and down my back.

“But, if I do this, I expect something in return.”

He chuckled. “Whatever you want, baby. Just name it.”

I laughed, because with that one phrase, I knew I had him cornered. “Quit smoking while I’m gone.”

“You’re such a funny girl,” he said patronizingly.

“I’m not joking. You’re not the only one who’s scared. Struggling through lung cancer with you isn’t exactly my idea of a good time. You quit smoking and we both get healthy.”

“Fuck. It was sexy when you showed this evil side to Lexi. Me…not so much.”

“Sam—”

He groaned loudly. “Fiiiine. I promised my mom I’d quit anyway. I guess this is two birds, one stone and all.”

I cuddled even closer into his chest. “I love it when you call me a bird and threaten to throw stones at me.”

He smoothed a hand down my back. “I figured. You always have been kinkier than I am.”

“So we’re really going to do this?” I asked, peeking up at him.

“I’m in if you are, Levee. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the peace of mind that your getting some help will give me.”

I bit my lip and glanced away. I hated knowing that he worried about me like that, almost as much I loved knowing he cared enough to worry like that. He was such a good guy.

My guy. A smile grew on my lips.

“Does that include finally dicing up twenty-four thousand dollars in guitars?” I asked as my eyes landed on my four Gibsons leaning, untouched, against the far wall.

“Whoa! Now, you’re just getting crazy.” A devilish smile formed on his plump lips, and all of his earlier anger and anxiety disappeared completely.

My breath caught in my chest. God, he was gorgeous.

I cupped his strong jaw. “There must be a million women throwing themselves at you. How are you not married with a boatload of kids by now?”

His smile spread impossibly wide. “I hadn’t met you yet.” He shrugged before taking my mouth in a reverent kiss.

Well, for Sam, it might have been just a kiss. But, for me, it was definitely reverent, because the whole time his lips were on mine, I thanked whatever God that ruled our crazy universe for guiding him to me on that bridge all of those nights before.

“AND YOU’RE SURE? You’re going to need to install a security gate and everything. It’s going to totally fuck up the homey feel when you pull into your driveway!” Levee yelled over the wind as we drove in my Jeep up to her house.

“I swear to God, if you ask me that again, I’m going to change my mind!” I shouted back. “Yes, Levee. Move in with me. Bring all seven billion pairs of your shoes and clutter up my spare bedroom until I’m forced to convert it into a new closet for you.” I tossed her a smile without taking my eyes off the road—or my hand off her thigh.

“I feel bad though.” She tucked a leg underneath her as she turned to face me. “At least let me pay for all the security stuff.”

I slowed at a stoplight and squeezed her thigh. “If it will make you stop freaking out about living with me, I’ll put the entire fucking mortgage in your name. Now, chill!”

She narrowed her eyes at my outburst. “I’m not buying you a house, Sam.”

“Then remind me what the point in dating you is again?” I flinched as her hand shot out and twisted my nipple.

Immediately crossing her arms over her chest, she attempted to protect herself from my retaliation, but I just pinched the side of her ass instead.

“Ouch!” she screamed before bursting into a fit of laughter.

I was going to miss the hell out of that crazy woman.

It had been three days since Levee had agreed to go back into a treatment program. She still hadn’t dealt with Devon. Nor had she told anyone that she was stepping away from the music industry for a while. I kept my mouth shut though, because she had found an inpatient program on the outskirts of San Francisco. It wasn’t the luxury resort she had been staying at in Maine, but it was still a nice place. After a long conversation with the director of the facility, we’d both felt comfortable that they would be able to handle her issues as well as protect her privacy while she was there. They’d never had a high-profile patient like Levee before, but they assured us that it wouldn’t be problem.

Levee was adamant that I be involved in the process this time. I couldn’t say that I minded. It did wonders for my anxiety to know step by step what kind of help she would be receiving. Given our situation, Levee’s new doctor made a house call in order to meet us. Doctor Spellman was an older lady who was professional to the core. She told it exactly like it was and didn’t even do it with a smile. I fucking loved that about her. She didn’t blow smoke up our asses by saying that everything would be fine. Instead, she laid out a solid treatment plan, outlining exactly what she hoped Levee would take from her time spent under her care. She also recommended Levee spend a full thirty days in inpatient then switch to six months of outpatient therapy.

Levee was still hesitant about the whole thing as we watched Doctor Spellman drive away

I, however, was not.

I was damn near ecstatic.

And, for that reason alone, I lost my ever-loving mind for a full ten seconds.

Levee’s eyes were huge as I pulled the pack of cigarettes from my pocket and, one by one, crumbled them on the floor.

Five minutes later, I all but cried as I cleaned them up.

And that was how I found myself riding in my Jeep without a cigarette for the very first time. I did, however, have a nicotine patch on my arm, a mouth full of mango gum, and a beautiful woman I loved fiercely at my side. I could live with that.

As we pulled up to the security gate in front of Levee’s mansion, she prattled off a mouthful of codes I’d need to get back in later that afternoon. I had to head up to rePURPOSEd and sign off on some paperwork I’d been ignoring since she’d gotten back, but Levee was staying at her place to get things ready for the little get-together for my family and friends she’d insisted on throwing before she left the following morning.

Levee still wasn’t keen on announcing our relationship to the press yet, mainly because we’d been so successful at staying under the radar. San Francisco wasn’t LA. Paparazzi weren’t lurking around every corner. Just the night before, we had managed to sneak into a movie undetected. We were just a normal couple who’d gotten there late, made out in the top row like teenagers, then left early to have sex in the back seat of my car—granted, it was securely inside my garage when we’d done it, but she’d definitely ended the night with her ass naked on my back seat all the same. I wasn’t in any more of a hurry to give up the small things like that than she was.

However, she was full steam ahead about meeting my mom and Ryan. And, with Ryan, came Meg, her husband Ty, and, of course, Morgan.

And, because Morgan was going to be there, Levee had guilted Henry into coming too.

“I love you,” Levee whispered against my lips as I prepared to leave.

“I love you too. I’ll be back with the crew at four. We’re all meeting at my place then caravanning back up here.”

She smiled and nodded absently.

“You nervous?” I asked.

She nodded again.

“Don’t be. My mom loves you already.”

She picked invisible lint off my shirt. “Did you tell her that I know Lionel?”

“Um, if I had, I wouldn’t tell you not to be nervous. I’d tell you to run and hide.”

She giggled then kissed me again.

“I did tell her to bring the photo album though.”

Levee drew in a sharp breath. “Yesssss!” she hissed.

“That’s right. I’ll sacrifice my own manhood by allowing my mother to show you photos of me with a Jheri curl just to make sure you’re comfortable. You should know I expect you to express your appreciation with your mouth around my cock tonight.”

Sliding her hand to my ass, she replied with a quick, “Deal.”

After running at least a dozen errands, which included picking up a cooler full of beer for later that night, I was chilling on my couch, working on a new Photoshopped picture for Levee, when Ryan suddenly flew through my front door. Sampson started raising hell only to settle when he recognized who it was.

“What the fuck?” I yelled as the door slammed behind Ryan.

He propped himself against it as if a pack of zombies were hot on his heels. “Say yes,” he panted.

“What?” I asked, closing my laptop and setting it beside me.

“You’re my best friend. I’d do anything in the entire world for you. I love you like a brother. Just say fucking yes!”

“What are you talking about?” I snapped, pushing to my feet.

“Okay, I didn’t want to have to do this, but do you remember that time in high school when I did your Great Gatsby book report for you?”

“Uhhhh, you only did my report because you broke the dishwasher by filling it with laundry detergent and you needed me to fix it before your mom found out,” I quickly corrected.

He huffed. “That is not the point. You had a need and I took care of it.”

I rolled my eyes. “What do you need?”

He drew in a deep breath and straightened the collar on his button-down. “I need to get in Jen Jensen’s pants, and the way you can take care of this is by allowing me to bring her to meet your famous girlfriend.”

“No fucking way! Family only!”

Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.

Ryan smiled sheepishly. “Oh, and by the way, I already invited her. We just had a fantastic lunch and a very romantic stroll around the park.”

My mouth gaped as I blinked in utter shock. “I made out with Jen. And you want me to take her to my girlfriend’s house for a barbeque?”

“Why must you always remind me that you made out with my future wife? It was one kiss over a year ago.”

I stepped into his face. “She grabbed my junk, dude.”

He stepped right back into mine and snarled, “Awesome. Now, say yes so she’ll be grabbing mine tonight.”

I backed away, shaking my head and pinching the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t believe that I was going to agree to this. “Just make sure she keeps her mouth shut, yeah? Levee and I aren’t telling people we’re together yet.”

“Not a problem. I had her sign a nondisclosure agreement.” He smiled proudly.

I arched an eyebrow, incredulous. “Who the fuck are you? Christian Grey?”

He curled his lip in disgust. “Who the fuck are you? A post-menopausal woman? Why do you know anything about Christian Grey?

I screwed my lips tight. No fucking way was I telling him that that was the movie Levee and I had watched together. So, instead, I sighed and said, “Yes. Bring Jen.”

His hand shot up in the air in victory. “My dick appreciates this. A lot.” He patted my shoulder enthusiastically.

Just then, the door opened and my mom came walking in carrying a dish full of pasta salad with Jen following behind her. “Ryan, honey, I think you forgot someone outside.”

Tossing his arm around Jen’s shoulders, he replied, “Of course not, Mrs. Rivers. How could I forget about a woman this beautiful?” He glanced down at Jen and spoke in the most ridiculous baby voice I had ever heard. “Sorry, baby. Sam and I had some business to talk about.”

How that woman didn’t roll her eyes, I’d never know, because mine threatened to roll out of my head.

Ten minutes later, everyone had arrived, and we began our ascent to Levee’s place.

I knew that something was wrong the moment we arrived.

“Dear God,” I breathed as I took in the sight in front of me.

“Wow,” “Shit,” “No way,” and “Holy cow” all echoed behind me.

It had been just over six hours since I’d dropped Levee off, and somehow, during that time, her yard had been transformed into weird combination of an extravagant white wedding mixed with the state fair—complete with a small Ferris wheel and every carnival game imaginable. Pearl-colored balloons decorated the corners of each booth, while large, pink floral arrangements covered all eight of the tables under the huge, white canopy.

My mom elbowed me in the ribs. “Perhaps I should have brought something a little fancier than pasta salad…and maybe worn a cocktail dress.” She lifted her chin to a man in a tux pushing open the front door for us.

“I think our idea of a get-together might be a little different than Levee’s,” I replied.

“You think?” Meg snapped. “I’m in jeans!”

“Levee!” Morgan cried when she suddenly appeared in the doorway looking every bit like the A-list celebrity she was—perfectly styled hair, tight, white dress, designer heels, a face full of makeup, and the fakest smile I’d ever seen that woman wear.

I started laughing as her eyes found mine.

“Give me a second,” I told the group as I headed in her direction.

“Hi,” she squeaked when I wrapped her in a tight hug, lifting her off her feet.

Setting her back on the ground, I asked, “What did you do?”

Her eyes flashed away. “Well, I burnt the cake I was trying to make, and then I got nervous, so I called a party planner, and I…well, I may have gone a bit overboard.”

Henry walked up behind her. “A bit?”

“Shut up and go hit on one of the waiters,” she barked before shyly looking back up at me.

Cupping my hand to my ear, I asked for clarification, “One of the waiters?”

Henry lifted his hand and wiggled four fingers, quickly extending it for a shake when Levee turned to glare at him.

I reached out and took his hand. “What’s up, man?”

“You know, just drinking your girlfriend’s Cristal and trying to convince her that red shoes would’ve looked better with that dress. But what do I know?” He shrugged, tipping a champagne glass to his lips.

My eyes once again found Levee’s. “Cristal?”

She huffed. “I already said I overdid it. Don’t give me shit. I was nervous, and that party planner was wicked pushy. I told her kids were coming, and before I knew what happened, carnies were setting up.”

I grabbed the back of her neck and bent to touch my lips to hers. “I’m not going to give you shit. It’s really nice. Completely unnecessary. But sweet nonetheless. Is there cake?”

Her body melted as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Red velvet and chocolate.”

“Good! Morgan’s birthday is next week. I’m telling her this is her party. Save Meg and Ty some cash.” I winked. Releasing her, I tossed my arms out to my sides and spun to face my family. “Happy birthday, Morgan!”

Her eyes lit as she threw her hands over her mouth.

As if on cue, Henry bustled out the door. “Wait. Morgan’s here?”

At the sight of him, Morgan burst into tears.

Meg and Ty laughed.

My mom clutched her heart.

Jen’s cheeks pinked as she gasped.

Ryan looked down at her and cursed, shooting an angry glare in Henry’s direction.

Levee’s arm looped around my waist.

And I smiled for what felt like the very first time.