Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
A sound other than our panting penetrates the air, and when I open my eyes, I realize the chair Lev was sitting on is askew on the floor, and he is climbing on the bed atop of me, covering my body with his huge frame.
His lips crash over mine. An unrestrained snarl ripping out of his chest.
“Bailey.”
“Lev.”
He grabs the back of my neck and tongue-fucks my mouth in a way that is entirely too dirty from the boy who helped me figure out how to clean my braces when I was younger.
The tip of his tongue is cold, but the rest of his mouth is hot. And with this kiss, he sucks my heart out of me—whole, clean, arteries included—so that all that’s left in me is empty space and useless information they taught us in chem class.
“Daria saved Penn all of her firsts…but you, I want you to have all my seconds. All my lasts. All my everything.”
“They’re mine,” he growls.
I almost gag when he thrusts his tongue deep into my mouth, rolling his hips between my legs, letting me feel what I do to him.
He is thick and hard and huge, and I cannot wait for him to fuck my face.
“Distracted yet?” he rasps into our kiss, pulling my bra all the way down.
It pushes my boobs up, and he takes a break from my mouth to trail his tongue along the outline of each of my nipples.
He bites my pale flesh, leaving a dent of his perfect teeth.
“Very.” I peel his white shirt off, then clasp my thighs around his waist, turning us over so that he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him. I splay my fingers over his chest.
Over the Rosie tattoo on his ribs. And the compass on his chest—an homage to his love for aviation—when I notice something I’ve never seen before. Right atop his heart.
“What’s this?” I run my index finger along the ink. He hisses, like it’s still fresh, then looks away, blushing.
“You know what this is,” he grumbles.
“Two doves,” I choke out. “Us?”
There is a brief silence before he inclines his head. “Us.”
“When did you get it?”
“On the day you turned me down.” Our fingers find one another. “And I knew that it didn’t matter because I’d still always be yours.”
His dick is still throbbing and twitching between my legs.
“Well, I love it.” I lean down and roll my tongue over it seductively. “Thalia has seen it?”
His nostrils flare. “She did. Even if she hadn’t, d’you really think she needed to be clued in to how I feel for you?”
No. Because Lev and I were always endgame.
We were both too proud, too scared, too much of perfectionists to blow it.
We both know every single person we messed around with was nothing but a pawn. A collateral time-waste.
He reaches between my legs, pulling my panties so that they disappear inside my slit. The pain is delicious, and my toes curl around the crisp sheets. “Every second inside her, I thought about you.”
He lets go of my panties, and they thwack! over my skin.
“Now, come on my fingers and tell me how much you want me.”
He pushes two fingers into me, and on demand, I start convulsing and jerking, squeezing him inside me in a death grip.
“That’s my good little lovestruck sidekick,” he growls. “Had enough of me yet?”
Not nearly enough.
I drop to my knees between his thighs and start working.
CHAPTER 21
Lev
Miserable Fa…ah, screw it. Nothing is miserable about what’s happening right now.
I should stop this. I know I should.
Not because Bailey doesn’t know what she’s doing—she does; she’s completely sober—but because she is in a vulnerable position and I would do anything to take her mind off detoxing from drugs.
Temptation was designed to be yielded to, especially when it comes to the woman I love.
Especially when the woman I love is on her knees between my legs, tits out and pushed together by her rolled down bra, looking at me like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
“You shouldn’t do this if it feels wrong.” My voice is thick and husky and lying. I want to be a gentleman, but I also want this girl to vacuum my cock into her mouth like the country’s welfare depends on it.
Luckily for me, Bailey doesn’t give me time to play hero.
She curls her graceful fingers around my wrist and shoves my hand into her panties. She’s slippery with juices and snow, still pulsating around me.
“Does this feel like I’m unsure?”
My command of the English language evaporates, along with my IQ when she reaches to lower my sweatpants.
I help her, rolling my ass up, and my cock bobs out of the elastic. It is painfully dark and hard. The crown is purplish, the shaft engorged.
I’m as thick as a fucking Smartwater bottle. Fuck my life and best of luck to Bailey. Because once she welcomes me into her mouth, I am going to fuck it until she can taste me for years to come.