Текст книги "S.O.B. "

Автор книги: J. C. Valentine

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9

Something brushed my leg. Twice. I’m kind of freaking out, but I’ll be damned if I let on about it. Levi would never let me live it down if I screamed like a girl and swam for the shore because a fish touched me.

Unless it’s not a fish.

Do snakes like water? Oh, God. What if there are alligators in here? Stupid. Alligators don’t live this far north. Or do they...?

I just need to focus right now. I wasn’t lying when I told him that I thought this would be the perfect spot to work on his rehabilitation, but I can tell he’s skeptical. Maybe it’s the fear I know is reflecting in my eyes, or maybe it’s because right after I said it, I got down to my underwear. It probably wasn’t the best move on my part. Levi’s made it very clear that he wants more from me, and I haven’t exactly said no. The problem is that I don’t know that I want to.

The way Levi looks at me burns me up inside. I’m not naïve. Men have always looked at me with desire, but the way Levi does it is different. He’s always seen that there’s more to me than just my body. Even now, I sometimes catch him watching me with a certain look in his eyes, and I feel warmth spread through me. It’s not lust—although there is plenty of that, too—but something deeper. Appreciation, maybe. Whatever it is, I love it. I expected to be in a sour mood the whole time I was here, but Levi isn’t exactly the prick I thought he’d be. By some stroke of luck, I’m actually enjoying the time we’re spending together.

“Admit it,” Levi says, swimming up to me, “you peed in the water.”

OMG. Leave it to him to ruin the moment. “As if!” I shout. Sweeping my arm across the surface, I splash water in his face. He splutters and the look of shock on his face makes it so that I can’t help from laughing. “Maybe I should. Then I wouldn’t be freezing right now.”

Despite the warmer temps, the water is frigid. It reminds me why I don’t like to swim. No matter how hot it is outside, the water is always shocking. Wrapping my arms around myself, I try to hold on to as much heat as possible.

“Aw, you cold, princess? Come here. Big daddy will warm you up.”

“Get away from me!” Laughing, I shove more water at him then I dive under the surface while he’s distracted and swim toward the dock I spot at the opposite end of the pond. By the time I reach it, Levi’s already made up the distance and he grabs hold of the weathered wood at the same time I do. His expression is bright, his breath gusting out of his mouth, and I can’t stop staring at his wet lips.

“Where’d you learn to swim like that?”

Hanging onto the edge of the dock with both hands, I swirl my legs through the water. “My mom bought me lessons at the YMCA when I was a kid. I went every summer growing up. Where’d you learn to swim?” He caught up to me so fast that he had to have professional training.

“Chasing girls.” He waggles his eyebrows, a grin forming. “So, what’s this about exercising out here? Or was that just a ploy to get me naked and wet?”

“Obviously, it was a ploy. I can’t believe you fell for it.” I roll my eyes mockingly.

“I knew it! I knew you just wanted me for my body. That’s the real reason you agreed to work with me, isn’t it? You just wanted an excuse to touch me.”

“Caught me,” I say with a shaky smile. Swallowing, I look away, because he doesn’t know how close to the truth he is. While helping him will help me, being able to get close to him again is a definite perk of the job, and, I admit, the distance over the past few years has done nothing to stem my curiosity. And it’s beginning to feel like all my ideas about him before coming here no longer hold as much weight as they once had.

“Don’t hide from me, Vista,” Levi murmurs. His finger slips beneath my chin, turning my face back to his. For once, I don’t see humor or teasing in his eyes, just a deep need that I feel as an ache inside my chest. “You don’t ever have to hide from me.”

“I’m not hiding,” I tell him, uncomfortable with the sudden change in him. He grips my chin when I try to pull away, forcing me to stay here, in the moment, with him.

“It’s okay to want me. You already know I want you.”

My stomach flutters at his words, but this is wrong. So very wrong. “It’s inappropriate,” I tell him, forcing as much steel into my voice as possible. This time, when I push away from him, he lets me go. Floating in the water, one hand still holding onto the dock, we face each other.

“Because our parents are married? That doesn’t make it wrong,” Levi reasons. “We’re not related, Vista. There’s nothing incestuous about us being together.”

While I understand his stance on the topic, and I tend to agree with him, I know how cruel the world can be. He can’t blame me for not wanting to make myself the object of public ridicule. “That’s not how the world sees it.”

“Screw the world. They don’t rule our lives.”

I feel the grooves of the wood bite into my waterlogged fingers as my grip tightens. “Maybe it’s not the world that I’m worried about.”

“Then what is it, our parents?”

I shake my head, looking away. He doesn’t get it, and I don’t want to get into this with him. Not now, maybe not ever. Four years. That’s how long it took to put everything behind me. I don’t want to dig it up now.

“We should get working on some moves before it gets late.”

“It’s not even lunchtime yet. Answer the question.” Levi’s narrowed blue gaze is demanding, full of expectations.

“They have a lot to do with it, yes,” I answer curtly. Placing my other hand back on the dock, I tell him, “Hold on to the wood like this, then kick your legs out behind you, like you’re swimming.”

“Vista.” He sighs, like he’s disappointed. Mirroring my position, he hangs his head low enough that his face nearly dips into the water. It’s a look of defeat and I almost think he’s going to follow my directions and let me off the hook, but I forgot that Levi Black is accustomed to getting his way.

Releasing the dock, he moves toward me through the water, his big body crowding mine. Focusing on the gray, splintered wood beneath my fingers, a ripple of awareness moves through me as Levi positions himself behind me. His heat warms the water at my back as he closes the distance and places his hands on either side of mine, framing my body with his.

“I’ve spent the past four years trying not to think about you,” he says, his voice low and husky in my ear. Closing my eyes, I listen to his soft voice, powerless to argue when he’s this close, his body touching mine. “You’re a siren, calling to me in my dreams. No matter what I do, I can’t escape you.”

It’s not the chill in the water that makes me shiver this time. “It’s the same for me,” I confess. I don’t want it to be true, but I’ve been trying to outrun this for what feels like forever.

“Then stop running,” he rasps, almost as if he’s read my mind. His lips skim the shell of my ear and he takes the lobe between his teeth, giving it a playful tug. “Turn around, princess, and we’ll both stop denying what we’ve wanted for too long. Let me kiss you.”

Yes. I’m tired of running. Every cell in my body screams to turn around and fall into his arms, but I know that I can’t give in. There is nothing to suggest to me that Levi is any different than I remember. If anything, he’s worse—he has to be—and I’m not trying to get hurt again.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” Dropping beneath the surface, I slip free of his cage and come up beside him. Brushing water from my eyes, I open them to see Levi watching me. I can’t read his expression, but whatever it is, he’s definitely not happy.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he commands, a muscle in his jaw clenching.

“Levi—”

“Just tell me!”

“Why?” I shout back. What’s the point, when we both know it would be a lie?

“Because I want to hear it from your mouth. If you can tell me you don’t want me like I want you, then I’ll leave you alone. Tell. Me.”

The wind kicks up, skating across the water and creating ripples over its calm surface. Pollen and leaves spiral in the air overhead, tumbling to the ground and into the water, mimicking how out of control I feel inside. Levi has to know that nothing between us would ever work. Even if our parents weren’t married, we’re too different. Our worlds are miles apart. But I can see how determined he is. He won’t let this go until he gets the answer he wants.

“Fine,” I relent. Looking him dead in the eyes, I say, “I don’t want you.”

The muscle in his jaw pulses as he regards me with a perfect quiet that is unnerving. I’m thinking I should swim back to shore, dry off. There’s no saving this day. I’m about to do just that, when Levi’s gruff voice stops me cold.

“Liar.”

My brows pull down in confusion. “Excuse me?”

Moving his arms, Levi cuts through the water effortlessly, bringing himself to a stop only when our fronts touch and our legs bump into each other as we work to stay afloat.

“I said you’re a liar, Vista.”

I don’t know what to say, because he’s right, and I’ve never been any good at lying. “What does it even matter? We’re not getting together!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s—”

“Inappropriate?” he finishes for me.

“Yes!”

“Wrong?”

“Yes,” I bite out as he presses even closer, annoyed with myself and how my body betrays me. Every time Levi gets too close, it’s as if every nerve ending in my body comes to life.

“Dirty?”

Yes. The answer is automatic, but this time, I don’t say it out loud. I keep the humiliating truth to myself. He’s baiting me again. The problem is that it’s working. Except, I’m not angry. I’m...turned on.

My gaze drops to his mouth. I love his lips. They’re equally thick, firm, and kissable. I know because I’ve had them on me, and I yearn to feel their power again. The way Levi says my name, the way he invades my space and calls me his princess, makes me feel weak. I don’t want to be that girl. The one who falls for a guy’s quick lines and filthy mouth, but I am that girl because Levi is that guy... and I’m falling for him. All. Over. Again.

“Just leave me alone, Levi.” Throwing my arms out, I backstroke away from him, only to find myself stuck in place, going nowhere fast.

Levi’s arm is tight around my waist, and he has this wicked look in his eyes. I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned on. A secret part of me hopes it’s the latter.

“I know you blame me for what happened,” Levi says, startling me. “And you have every right to, but I want you to remember that we were both kids then and we didn’t always make the best decisions. Or in my case, any decisions,” he says with a sad, self-deprecating smile.

It’s that smile that threatens to undo me and a thread of panic weaves its way through my bloodstream. Placing both hands against his chest, I attempt to shove him away, but he holds fast. “Take me home, Levi. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“You can go on hating me,” Levi continues, his arms cinching around my waist so tight, I can’t struggle without hurting myself. “But wouldn’t it be better if we sorted this out right now?”

“No. I can honestly tell you that it wouldn’t be better, Levi. Now let me the hell go!” Wriggling an arm free, I raise it up so I can slap him, but Levi’s hand shoots out, stopping me with a firm grasp around my wrist. When he speaks next, his voice is hard and angry.

“That night has stuck with me for four years, Vista, and I know it has you, too. Don’t you dare try to deny it.” His teeth snap together and the cold fury in his eyes is enough to still my complaint. “I’ve been thinking about how to fix this ever since you walked back into my life, and do you know what solution I came up with?”

No, I don’t, but being that it’s Levi we’re talking about here, I can venture a guess. Arching an eyebrow, I let the silence speak for itself.

“We need to fuck it out of our systems.”

10

The look on Vista’s face is priceless. When I tell her we should have sex, her jaw drops so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t fall right off. I questioned my own sanity when the idea first struck me, but I’ve since concluded that it may be the only way to rid myself of this unrelenting desire I have for this girl.

“You really are a son of a bitch,” she snarls, cold fury snapping in her eyes.

It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, so if she thinks she can hurt my feelings with name calling, she’s sadly mistaken. “I hope you don’t kiss your mother with that mouth.” Tucking a hank of hair behind her ear, I cup the side of her face in my hand hoping that a softer approach will help her to see things my way. “Just hear me out, princess, before you go running that filthy mouth of yours again.”

She opens that sexy ass mouth of hers again to spout off and I clamp my hand over it, silencing her. Her big brown eyes widen and I see the moment the fire ignites in them. With the arm I still have around her back I manage to secure her arms down at her sides before she has the chance to try to slap me again.

“Sex isn’t dirty or bad, Vista. Not even between you and me. Four years ago, things happened that were beyond our scope of control and now we have a chance to make it right. We need to work this...whatever this is, out of our systems before it can claim any more of our lives. Don’t you agree?”

Her eyes narrow in a way that suggests she’d much rather tear my balls off and make me eat them for dinner, but I’m not into that kind of kink, so I power on, determined to make her see this my way.

“I want to be inside you, Vista. I’ve dreamed of sinking myself inside this perfect little body for years and now that you’re here, I can’t stop thinking about feeling your warm, wet heat wrapped around me. I bet you’re still tight as a fist, aren’t you?”

The longer I talk, the more her muscles begin to relax and the more Vista leans her weight into mine. I bet she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, but it’s encouraging.

Bending my head down, I place my lips against the shell of her ear, dropping my voice to a whisper. “I see the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking,” I tell her, grinning to myself when I hear her subtle intake of breath and feel the way her body begins to tremble in my arms. “Can you really tell me that you haven’t imagined what it would feel like to have my dick inside you again? Buried so deep you can feel me in your stomach? We fit together perfectly, didn’t we, princess? We can have that again. All you have to do is say the word.”

“Levi.” Her voice is soft and reedy and my cock grows hard as steel at the sweet sound of it.

“Tell me you want me, princess,” I coax her. “It’s what we both want. All you have to do is give in, give your body what it wants, what it craves. Nobody has to know. It’s just us out here, alone. We can be as bad as we want to be.”

I know the moment she’s made her choice. Vista’s body softens against mine and a defeated breath blows past her lips, coasting over the base of my neck in a soft caress that winds me up tighter than a bow.

She doesn’t have to say the words for me to know she’s made her decision, and I’m not about to wait around for her to change her mind.

Without wasting another moment, I swoop in, sealing my lips against hers. Vista’s body braces at the impact, her muscles freezing her in place for a moment before she melts into me. Her hands, now resting against my chest, slide up and around the back of my neck as she tilts her face up. The feel of her fingers latching onto my hair, of her nails scratching my scalp, drive me wild and I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth with the same ferocity I imagine using on the sweet spot between her legs.

It’s damn near impossible to control myself around this woman. I feel like I’m eighteen all over again and she’s steamrolling over my entire world. Lost in her kiss, in the way her body responds to my touch, and in the way she grabs onto me like her next breath depends on it, only drives me deeper into insanity, because everything that’s happening right now is insane.

Going against my father’s wishes is insane. Knowing the kind of PR nightmare this could produce if word got out about what we’re doing here and not giving a damn about any of it, is insane. Not giving a shit about anything aside from how fast I can get this woman naked and under me is perhaps the most insane thing of all, because I’m not this guy. I’m not the man who leads women on or forges relationships or even wants to. But Vista, she’s different. Vista is the type of woman who wants and deserves to be shown off, to be taken home to meet the parents. I’m not that guy, but I am the guy who will fuck her straight into next week, and when she leaves my bed, she’ll be smiling.

Bending down, I scoop her into my arms, and rather than leave the water, I draw us deeper into its depths. This place is secluded. In all the time I’ve spent here, I’ve never happened across another soul, but it’s not worth the risk. I’ll be damned if I allow another pair of eyes to see what’s mine.

I wade far enough in that if anyone stumbled across us, all they’d see is our head and shoulders poking out of its murky depths before I stop. Still able to touch the muddy bottom and retain some control, I put my years of training to good use and release the clasp on her bra.

Breaking the kiss, Vista draws back, looking uncertain as ever. “Levi, maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“Maybe you need to shut up and enjoy yourself for once.” One at a time, I draw the straps of her bra down her slender shoulders, and she lets me. Which is answer enough, isn’t it?

“What if someone catches us?”

“They won’t.”

“But what if they do?”

“When was the last time you got out of your own head?” I ask, burying my face in that soft curve between her neck and shoulder. Her hands clutching me to her, Vista leans into me, encouraging me to continue.

I kiss my way down her chest to breasts that are just as I remember—a small handful of silky, pale peach flesh. Perfect. Flicking my tongue across her soft rosebud nipple, she gasps, arching her back, and all the blood in my body rushes south.

I’ve never been so hard or so desperate to be inside a woman in my life. Why does it have to be this woman who makes it happen? If only life came with easy answers and even easier solutions...

Her skin is cold under my palm as the hand I have locked around her thigh skims higher to palm her ass. She shivers when my fingers find their way beneath the thin, soaked cotton of her panties, spreading wide enough to feel the heat of her core against the tips. But she’s far from being cold. Vista’s body is molten, the heat pouring off her in waves, warming the space between us enough that I no longer feel the cold either.

“Tell me you want it,” I say as I lean in for another kiss. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“God help me, I do. I want it,” Vista pants, squirming against me as I begin working her panties down. With her legs still wrapped around me, they don’t go far, but I’ve been in tighter spaces.

My cock is so hard and eager it’s managed to free itself through the helpful slit in my boxers. Reaching down, I wrap my fist around it, giving it a few good pumps. “Tell me where you want it.”

Hesitating, Vista kisses me instead. I smile against her mouth. For someone who uses profanity as often as she does, I find it amusing how quickly she clams up at the idea of talking dirty. Not a problem, though. I can talk dirty for the both of us.

“You want it inside you, don’t you, princess? You want me to put my big, fat cock in your tight little pussy.”

Moaning into my mouth, Vista churns her hips against mine. A plea to get moving? Holding my cock, I run the head through her slit, gliding easily through her silky folds. My whole body cringes and goosebumps erupt across every inch of my skin at the contact. I want in her so bad I might come before I get there, but it’s been four years and I’ve spent so much time fantasizing about this moment that I’m not going to just jump right in.

“There it is,” I purr, kissing her again as I continue to stroke my cock and tease her clit with every rock of my hips. “I think your pussy missed me. You’re so wet and—” I push the tip of my cock into her, breaching her walls before retreating again “—oh, fuck, yeah. I knew you’d be tight. As soon as I put it in, I’m going to come.”

“Levi, now. Please.”

Her breathy plea almost obliterates my resolve. “Not yet, princess. I want you to come first.”

Reluctantly, I stop rubbing against her and place my hand between her breasts, applying gentle pressure. “Lay back for me, princess.”

She looks unsure, but does what I tell her. Carefully, and with her ankles still locked together behind my back, I help her stretch out across the water’s surface until she’s floating.

From this angle, with her laid out before me, the high afternoon sun filters through the canopy of trees, causing shards of light to reflect off the water’s surface and dance across her skin. She looks like a goddess and I want to worship her like one.

Her panties are still around the tops of her thighs, impeding my plans to ravage her. Needing them gone, I take hold of the waistband and rip the thin material apart, leaving Vista completely bare before me.

“What are we doing?” she asks, her eyes wide and a tremor of fear present in her voice.

Despite the water, her pussy glistens with her wetness and I can’t tear my eyes away. Running my tongue over my lips, I tell her, “Not we. Me, and I’m about to do real bad things to you. Try to stay still and relax, princess. And keep your head above the water so you don’t drown.”

I’m sure there was a complaint coming, but I don’t wait around to hear it. Sinking down into the water until it covers my shoulders, I hold her hips immobile and dive between her open legs, fitting my lips to hers, and devour her. Slick, warm heat greets my tongue and I lap it up, tasting the faint sweetness of peaches in the back of my throat. It doesn’t even matter that water is lapping against my face or that I have to hold my breath so I don’t drown. It’s worth it if I get to put my mouth on her.

“Oh! Levi!” Vista jerks, and the water suddenly rushes up around her. Tearing my mouth away, I shift my hold on her and pull her back up the surface before she goes completely under.

Her eyes are wide and I’m grinning as we stare at each other. “That was a close one,” I tell her, laughing. I almost expect her to come to her senses and tell me to stop, but she surprises me.

“Don’t stop. Just…don’t stop.”

Who am I to deny a woman her pleasure? Keeping my arms beneath her to help support her back so she doesn’t accidentally drown, I close my lips over her clit once again and suck. With the added security, Vista’s cries grow louder, echoing through the forest. With her arms splayed out and her legs wrapped around me, there isn’t much she can do besides lay back and take what I have to give her, and that’s exactly how I like it. I have total control over her body, and judging by the looks of it, she’s enjoying it, too.

When I feel her muscles begin to tense and her shouts of pleasure suddenly cut off, I look up to make sure she’s still with me. Her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth is frozen open in a silent scream. Knowing she’s about to go over the edge, I flick my tongue over her clit like a man possessed until I feel the contractions against my tongue. Then, before she has a chance to ride out her orgasm, I surge up and drop her hips back into the water, pulling her down onto my cock.

This time, Vista’s scream of shocked pleasure can’t be contained. I thrust deep, dropping my chin to my chest with a pained groan at how tight she is around me. I was right. She’s like a fist around my cock. It’s just as good as I remember which makes me fucking ecstatic. If she’s still tight as a virgin, then she can’t have been with too many men. My Neanderthal mind has been agonizing over the thought of other men being where I’ve been for longer than I’d like to admit, so knowing the numbers are low gives me back a shred of sanity I wasn’t sure I’d ever get back.

“Shit, I—” I choke on my words, so overcome by the tide rising inside of me I’m unable form coherent sentences. “Vista!” White lightning shoots down my spine as I begin to come. Vista’s inner walls hug me as her muscles continue to contract, sucking at me like a vacuum. Just as I begin to spill inside her, a tiny ray of sanity works its way inside my brain and I pull out at the last second.

Ice cold water floods my shaft. Any other time, it would have shriveled to half its size, but I’m already burning. I shoot my load onto Vista’s chest and stomach, shouting and gasping her name as it just. Keeps. Going.

When it finally ends, it takes several minutes to catch my breath, and when I look up, Vista’s watching me. Her nails are imbedded in my forearms and a shy smile turns the corners of her mouth up, and she looks so unbelievably perfect that I can’t resist.

With arms still vibrating from the power of my release, I pull her up. The water washes away the evidence of our union as I bring her up against my chest and kiss her.