Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Me: Trinity said I should let you know that we are going to the stables.
Levi: Alone?
Me: Six is taking us.
He didn’t respond, but Six’s phone made a noise. When I looked up, he was staring at his phone. He chuckled, then started tapping on his screen.
My phone buzzed with another text. I looked down to read it.
Levi: Have fun.
I lifted my gaze to see Six studying me as he slipped his phone into his pocket. Had Levi texted him about taking me? Did he think I was lying?
“Gotta say, never thought I’d see the day Levi got protective over a woman,” Six said, then winked as he walked out of the room.
I looked back down at my phone, feeling all kinds of things that I worried I shouldn’t.
Standing in the hallway, I looked back and forth between Levi’s bedroom and the room that was supposed to be mine. Today had gone by fast, being at the stables. Now that I had to go to bed, I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go. This would be a test for my nightmares. If I didn’t have them, then we would know I no longer needed to sleep with Levi.
That thought brought me down. I wanted to sleep with Levi. I wanted Levi, as impossible as that was. I couldn’t help it. Getting to sleep in his bed with him was one of the few things I did get to have, and I didn’t want to give it up. But he hadn’t told me to sleep in there while he was gone.
My phone dinged, and I pulled it from my pocket.
Levi: Are you in bed?
This was the opening I needed.
Me: Not yet. I just got up to my room. We watched Dirty Dancing.
Levi: Go get in my bed.
It shouldn’t surprise me that his texting could also make me ache.
Me: Okay. I wasn’t sure since you aren’t here.
Levi: My bed, Aspen. Always.
I let out a long breath. Wow. The things this man could make me feel.
Me: Okay. I’ll take my shower and get my pajamas on, then go to your bed.
Levi: Shower in my bathroom and wear one of my shirts to sleep in. No panties.
My body felt flushed. I placed my hand on my stomach and tried calming the butterflies going crazy. He was even possessive through text messages. Suddenly, I was very excited about my new phone.
Me: Okay.
I stood up, taking my phone, and went into Levi’s room, closing the door behind me. His scent instantly hit me, and I stood there, breathing it in. I’d missed him today. This wasn’t him, but it made it easier.
Levi: Are you in my room yet?
Me: Yes. I’m going to take a shower.
When he didn’t respond, I set down the phone and went to the bathroom. The plush, large black towels that were rolled in a basket by the shower made me smile. He was so neat. Everything was always in its place.
Slipping off my clothes, I turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water. His body wash and shampoo would make me smell like him. That would be nice. I could smell him all the time. I used both of them and finished my shower, then stepped out onto the black bath mat and took one of his massive towels.
Unable to help myself, I walked over to my phone to see if he’d texted. He had.
Levi: Tell me when you’re out of the shower.
Me: Just got out.
He said nothing more, and I dried my hair and went to his dresser to get a T-shirt. Slipping it over my head, I wrapped my arms around my waist and enjoyed the feel of the soft cotton. I liked wearing his things.
A phone started ringing, and I spun around, confused, staring at my cell phone lying on the bed where I’d tossed it. I hurried over to it, and Levi’s name lit up the screen. I was glad he couldn’t see the ridiculous smile on my face.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sweetheart.” His deep voice made me shiver. “Did you have a good day?”
“Yes. Did you?”
He grunted. “Work shit. But we got one of the jobs handled. Are you in my bed yet?”
I walked over and pulled back the covers. “I am now,” I informed him.
“How do you feel? Is your pussy needy?”
The way his voice dropped with his dirty words made my body go from tingly to aching. I hadn’t expected him to talk about it.
“Yes,” I whispered, my face warm.
“Lie back on the bed, pull my shirt up to your waist, and open your legs.”
I sucked in a breath. He wanted me to masturbate? Over the phone?
“I can’t do that. I’ve tried,” I admitted.
“You can’t open your legs?” he asked in an amused tone. “Because I know for a fact that you can.”
“No.” I laughed nervously. “I can’t, you know, make myself orgasm.”