Levi’s breathing was heavy in my ear, and that was only making my lack of control harder. His finger slid against me. When I had tried this, it had not felt the same.

  “Breathe,” he reminded me.

  I tried to, but it was more of a gasp.

  “I’m going to make you feel good,” his deep voice said against my ear. “You’re so wet, baby. This sweet pussy needs attention. Let me give you what you need.”

  I cried out again as he touched a spot that sent bolts of pleasure through my body.

  “That’s your clit. It’s swollen and throbbing, but I can make that better too.”

  His words were drawing me into some secret place. Where it was just us, alone, in his dark room. Naughty words and things I’d never thought would come from him caused a frenzy to build inside of me.

  He moved his finger back, and my hips jerked again. Then, I felt it easing inside of me. I stilled. Nothing had been in there before. Not even a tampon.

  My eyes flew to his. His expression was fierce and tense at the same time.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. That’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Christ, baby, it’s so small.”

  His breathing was ragged as he began to slide it back out. I grabbed his arm and bucked against it. My body was taking over again. He moved it back in.

  “Is that what you need?” he asked, moving over me slightly.

  Then, he began pumping his finger in and out of me. I moaned and moved against his hand.

  “I can’t go too deep. That fucking sweet little hymen is there. We can’t hurt that.”

  Yes, he could. I didn’t care. I just wanted more.

  The world burst open all at once. My body shook as a euphoria rolled over me. I didn’t know what I was saying or what sounds I was making. All I knew was, I didn’t want this to ever stop.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” Levi growled in my ear. “That’s it. Fuck my finger.”

  I began to come down, and for a brief second, I felt insecure about how I’d reacted. But Levi’s hand was still between my legs. I trembled. It was sensitive down there now, but he was circling my clit gently. His bare chest was rising and falling rapidly as his hungry gaze stared down at me.

  “I need you to come again,” he panted. “I need to see that again. Feel it. That tight little cunt squeezing my finger. Goddamn, sweetheart.”

  I could feel it already start to build again. Looking up at him as he slid his finger back and forth, hearing his groan—it was all too much.

  “You’re so wet; I can hear it.”

  I was close again.

  “Please put your finger back inside me,” I begged, rocking my hips.

  He shoved it in. “Like this?”

  I nodded.

  “No one else touches this pussy. You understand me, Aspen? No one. This is mine to touch. Mine to take care of. You need to get off, then come get me.”

  The crash of my release rocked me, and I screamed his name, clawing at the sheets beneath me. It was even stronger than the first one.

  Levi’s hips pressed against me, and I felt him shudder as he let out a string of curses.

  His hand slowed, and then his finger slipped out of me. He rolled onto his back, breathing hard, and I watched as he began to lick the finger that had been between my legs.

  “Fucking hell,” he groaned and held his wet finger to his nose. “Jesus, sweetheart. You smell like vanilla and taste like motherfucking honeysuckle.”

  I wanted to thank him, but those words were once again not adequate enough. No one should go through life without experiencing that. It was life-changing.

  “Was that what you needed?” he asked.

  I let out a small laugh. “Um, I didn’t know to need that, but wow. My imagination was not that good.”

  He turned back on his side and pulled the covers back over me. “Get some sleep,” he whispered, then pressed a kiss to my forehead before he moved off the bed and went to the bathroom.

  Closing my eyes, I smiled. That was the single best moment of my life.

  Eighteen

  Levi

  I gripped the edge of the counter while staring at myself in the mirror. What the fuck had just happened? I hadn’t shot a load in my goddamn pants since middle school. That shit was not okay. But, hell, I’d never had a female respond like that. She showed every-fucking-thing she was experiencing on that gorgeous face of hers. No pretending, no trying to sound sexy. Just pure, frantic fucking pleasure. Christ almighty, what had I done?

  Growling, I shoved off from the sink and started pacing. She had needed an orgasm. She wanted to know what it felt like. Her fucking pussy was soaking wet. Dammit, she had wanted to ask Kye. My hands fisted at the thought of him going near her. I would fucking kill an entire damn town if someone touched her, and that shit right there was a problem.

  Running my hands through my hair, I felt panicky. This had to be controlled. My reaction to her couldn’t go all fucking mental. This was me taking care of her. That was it. I would make her feel good. Just like I made sure she slept, she ate, she saw her doctor, she took her meds.

  Sure, I’d planned on helping her get her own place and start a life elsewhere when I felt it was safe. That ship had sailed. I’d lose my damn mind if I couldn’t check on her whenever I wanted to.

  But she was right. We were friends, and this wasn’t going to change us. I’d never had a relationship like this with anyone. I’d never felt this before, and I wanted to fucking keep it. I was going to clean myself up, go get back in that bed. Sleep beside her. Wake up tomorrow, and it’d be just like any other day. Nothing had changed. Except I had gotten to touch her and listen to her come. I was also going to get my face between those pretty legs and eat her because that taste was addictive, and good God, the way she smelled was exquisite.

  Other than that, it was all the same. Right?

  I jerked off my boxers, wiped up my dick, then tossed them in the dirty clothes. I shook my head in disgust. Shooting a fucking load in my damn pants.

  Stepping back into the room, naked, I got another pair from the dresser and slipped them on before getting back in bed. Her back was to me, and her breathing was already slow and deep. Fuck it. She was going to end up over here anyway. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her back to my chest. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. Everything was going to be fine.

  When I woke up, my hand was under the T-shirt I’d given her to put on and full of tit. She was awake too. Her breathing was fast. Shit. Her nipple was tight under my hand, just like it had been the last time we woke up like this. I started to handle it the same way, but then remembered. If she was worked up, she needed me. I could wake up to worse things.

  “How long have I been feeling up your tits?” I asked, squeezing the one in my hand gently.

  “For a bit,” she replied, sounding breathless.

  “What do you need, sweetheart?” I asked her.

  She was quiet, and I continued to enjoy the way she felt in my hand.

  “You don’t have to—” She stopped talking when I rolled her onto her back, looking up at me.

  “No, I don’t have to do anything. I want to take care of you. Not the same thing.”

  She bit her bottom lip, and I wanted to bite it. I hadn’t kissed her on purpose. I didn’t want this to be anything more than me making her come. I would get her off, not make it something else. That was when it could get tricky. Kissing Aspen would make it personal.

  “It’s … well, it makes me achy when you touch my breasts.”

  It made me pretty damn achy too. I had to learn not to soak in this when I did it. Just get her off and let it go. No taking my time and drawing it out. Lines had to be drawn. That was it.

  I pushed open her thighs and let myself enjoy the soaking heat that greeted me before shoving my finger inside her.

  “AH!” She grabbed at my biceps.

  Not wasting time, I began to fuck her with my finger. The quicker I got her there, the less worked up I would be.

  “I told you, your pussy needs attention, I’ll handle it.”

  The idea of stripping this T-shirt off her and sucking on those tits, kissing down her flat stomach, and feasting between her legs was real fucking tempting.

  “Oh, oh, please—oh, Levi, it’s—I’m—” She was moaning as her nails bit into my arms.

  Dammit, why did she have to be so insanely beautiful? Too young, too sweet, too fragile, and I had some insane claim on her in my head that made no sense.

  “Levi,” she cried out fucking loudly as her body jerked against me.

  The tight little cunt squeezed my finger with each pulse that ran through her. When she came back from her high, I moved back, not letting my hand linger. Unable to help myself, I stuck my finger in my mouth to suck off that sweet cream.

  “Better?” I asked her, standing up.

  She gave me a satisfied smile and nodded.

  Dammit, I had to get out of here. I winked and headed to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I pulled my dick out and started stroking it as I got my shower running. I might not have shot off in my pants this time, but it only took a few strokes before I was coating the damn shower door.

  “Sounds like it was a good morning,” Kye drawled.

  I should have expected it when I stepped into the kitchen. She’d been loud. I was glad she wasn’t down here yet. I needed to shut Kye up before he embarrassed her.

  Trinity made a small chuckle and turned to get something out of the oven.

  “It’s fucking disrespectful for Trinity to have to—” Huck was cut off when Trinity turned on him.

  “Do not finish that sentence. Aspen isn’t some plaything that these two are sharing and spanking in the living room. I like her.”

  Huck shrugged and muttered, “Fine,” then continued eating.

  “Surprised it took so long,” Kye said, looking amused.

  “Shut up about it. It’s not what you think it is.” I walked over and grabbed a plate.

  “Uh, not sure what else it could be. Please enlighten us,” Kye shot back.

  “Not your fucking business. Back off. Say nothing to her about it, or I swear I’ll put you in the ground.”

  Kye stuck some bacon in his mouth and grinned. The fucker was going to push me too far.

  I finished loading up my plate and went to the table. I started to sit when Aspen walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts and another fucking shirt that showed off her flat stomach. Did she not own whole shirts?

  “Aspen, I need to go shopping. How do you feel about getting out of here for the day?” Trinity said.

  Immediately, Aspen’s gaze swung to me. She was asking permission. I could see it in her expression. Damn, I liked that. I nodded my head, knowing Huck would send security with them.

  She smiled at me, then looked back at Trinity. “That sounds nice,” she replied.

  Trinity beamed at her. “Perfect!”

  “Six will drive you,” Huck informed them.

  “Should we send Bart too?” I asked, not sure I felt okay with just one man.

  Huck raised his eyebrows. “You don’t think Six can handle it alone?”

  “He’s driving. There needs to be another set of eyes.”

  He nodded. “Okay, I’ll send both.”

  Feeling more comfortable about it, I turned to see Aspen sit down across from me. My first reaction was to tell her to move beside me, but I stopped it. That wasn’t okay. She could sit where she wanted. No blurring lines with this.

  “Where are you planning on going?” I asked Trinity.

  She walked over with a cup of coffee and sat down beside Huck. “I need some new things.”

  She glanced at Huck, and a smug grin touched his face.

  “That’s obvious since you’re going shopping.”

  Huck gave her a nod, and she turned to us, grinning. “We’re going to elope next month in Fiji. I need things for the trip.”

  “Well, damn!” Kye said, putting his fork down. “That’s what I call eloping.”

  Trinity beamed back at Huck. “We decided the whole wedding planning stuff was more stress than we wanted.”

  “That sounds amazing,” Aspen told her. “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you,” she replied. “I will need female advice on the bikinis. Huck is no help. He wants me covered up at all times.”

  Aspen laughed, and I fucking loved hearing it.

  Nineteen

  Aspen

  “You’ve not tried on anything,” Trinity said as she took another shopping bag from the salesclerk. “I thought you loved that blue romper we saw earlier.”

  I had loved it, but the price tag was way out of my budget. “I did, but I don’t need anything. I have plenty. I’d much rather help you shop.”

  Trinity didn’t look convinced. “Okay, but I think that romper would look fantastic on you. So would that white sundress with the yellow piping.”

  Both of those had cost over two hundred dollars. That wasn’t happening on my budget. I was more of a thrift-store shopper. This was my first experience going into shops with designer clothing.

  “They were nice, but I don’t need them.”

  Bart, one of the guys that Huck had sent with us as bodyguards, took the bag from Trinity. I wasn’t sure why we needed bodyguards unless it was because having me anywhere was dangerous. No one had mentioned the threats on me lately. I felt bad that we had men following us around because of me. Although it was nice that Trinity didn’t have to carry her bags. There were several of them.

  “You and Levi seem to have gotten close,” she said quietly. I assumed it was so the men behind us and in front of us wouldn’t hear.

  “Yeah, he has been great,” I replied.

  She waited for a moment. “So, is it as friends, or is it …” She trailed off.

  “Oh, it’s as friends. It’s not like that.” I felt my cheeks heat up when I thought about last night and this morning.

  “Hmm,” she said.

  I wondered what she meant by that. I didn’t push though. Thankfully, she saw another store that she wanted to go into.

  The next few questions were about outfits and my opinion. She took back five things to try on.

  While I waited, Six stepped up to me, holding out a phone. “It’s for you.”

  I reached out and took it from him. “Hello?”

  “Having fun?” Levi asked.

  “Yes,” I replied with a smile on my face.

  “What have you bought?”

  “Uh, nothing. I’m just here for Trinity.”

  “You’ve not seen anything you want?”

  “No, not really,” I lied.

  He sighed. “Not even the blue romper or white sundress?”

  Frowning, I glanced at Six, who shrugged.

  “Uh …” I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “If you don’t go buy them both, I’ll have Six get them for you, and he doesn’t have a fucking clue about sizes.”

  “No. They’re cute, but they cost more than I want to spend.”

  “Aspen, go get them.”

  “Levi, I refuse to spend that.”

  He paused. “Fine. Give the phone back to Six.”

  “Okay. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  I handed the phone back to Six just as Trinity walked out in a short, formfitting pink dress that looked incredible on her.

  I nodded. “You need that.”

  She grinned. “Huck will love it and hate it.”

  “Then, obviously, you need it.”

  She laughed. “You’re a good influence.”

  When she went back into the dressing room, I decided to look around. Not that I was going to buy anything. I touched several dresses simply because I was curious about the fabric. I liked the way they felt. Glancing back at the dressing room to make sure Trinity didn’t want to show me something else she’d put on, I bumped into someone.

  Spinning back around to apologize because I’d been clumsy, I was surprised to find a familiar face. One I hadn’t expected to see again.

  “Brent?”

  He smiled, and a blush touched his cheeks. “Hey. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. I just thought it was you and wanted to come say hello.”

  I had once thought Brent was attractive, beautiful even. I had lived in a very sheltered world, I now realized. His blond hair, blue eyes, and perfect white smile were all very average.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, returning his smile. It was nice to see someone from home.

  “I transferred to the University of Florida this year. Finished junior college and wanted to get out of Robertsdale. I’d heard you moved down here to live with your sister. I was hoping I’d run into you.”

  He was? Why?

  “Did Patricia transfer too?” I asked since they were engaged. I couldn’t imagine her leaving Robertsdale though.

  He shook his head and gave me a sheepish look. “I, uh … we broke it off. Wasn’t right, you know?”

  “Aspen.” Six’s much deeper voice startled me, and I looked back over my shoulder to see him walking up behind me.

  How the heck did I explain this to Brent? Yeah, this is my bodyguard, I think. We aren’t sure if a gang is out to kill me or not. That would go over real well. He’d think I was crazy.

  “Yes?” I asked, hoping he didn’t make this awkward for me.

  His hard glare was on Brent. “Are you being bothered?”

  I laughed then. “Oh, no.” He thought Brent was dangerous? That was hilarious. “This is Brent McCumber. He’s a friend from back home.”

  Six looked back at me. “In Alabama?”