My Greatest Joy (Maplewood Falls #2)

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

LEVI

As soon as I crash our lips together, she wraps her legs around my waist, and my erection throbs between her thighs.

Thighs that I very much want wrapped around me.

“I’m going to make you forget those so-called men ever existed,” I warn, sucking on her soft skin. “I want every pathetic memory replaced with ones of you screaming out my name.”

I palm her breast before pinching a nipple and enjoy the way she yelps in pleasure.

“Levi…”

“Yes, just like that, sweetheart.”

She writhes against me, arching her hips to greet my waiting cock. Her pussy’s so wet and close, I could easily slip inside.

But not yet.

“Fallon, are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m underneath you… naked ,” she counters, moving to give me more access to mark her neck.

“And you’ve been drinking,” I argue. “I have to know?—”

“Levi, I want this as much as you do.”

Music to my fucking ears.

Standing, I move to my nightstand and pull out a condom. Then I hand it to her.

“Put this on me.”

Fallon sits up and fumbles as she opens it. I almost offer to help, but then she slides the wrapper between her teeth and rips it. She looks at me mischievously as she slides it over my shaft.

Cupping her jaw, I tilt her mouth to meet mine and savor her sweet taste. Sour apple and cranberry cider mix with her natural taste. A combo I’ll never forget.

“Lie back, my love. Spread those legs for me.”

Fallon scoots to the middle of the bed as I stroke myself, and then I kneel between her thighs.

“If you need me to stop for any reason, tap my shoulder twice. Got it?”

She nods, and I press a kiss to her lips before lining up with her entrance. Her breath hitches as soon as I push in, and my eyes roll back from how tight she is.

“Holy shit.” She gasps when I thrust in all the way.

Inch by inch, I fill her deep and full.

“You feel so good, baby, and I’ve barely moved,” I admit, then pull out slightly before slamming back in.

She leans up on her elbows and watches our bodies merge into one. I cup a hand around her neck and slightly pull her forward so she can get a better view.

“See how good we look together,” I tell her before rotating my hips and pounding against her, over and over.

“God, yes.” Her head falls back on her shoulders as I drive us toward the ledge, but I’m far from done with her.

“Play with your tits while I take care of this needy clit,” I demand, pressing my thumb over her sensitive bud.

Fallon cups her breasts and tweaks her nipples tighter until her pussy’s ready to explode.

“Shit, I think I’m close,” she whimpers, rocking her hips faster. I squeeze harder and impale her on my shaft.

“Let go, sweetheart. Come on my cock.”

With one hand between us and the other guiding her, she inhales sharply. Her eyes flutter, and her body stiffens.

“Levi, holy shit…” And then her pussy squeezes me with so much goddamn force, I have to use every ounce of strength to edge.

“Fucking hell, Fallon.” I slow our rhythm and reach her mouth. “Tell me how many.”

“ Two .”

“Good girl. Now turn around and stick out that ass.”

She obeys, getting on all fours and widening her legs. I cup her pussy from behind, feeling her sticky arousal between her folds before inserting two fingers. And just as I build her up for number three, I lower myself on the bed as far as I can and press my face between her ass cheeks.

“Levi, w-what are you doing…” Her rapid breathing as she releases harsh moans lets me know she doesn’t hate it, so I keep going.

My tongue slides over her tight hole as my fingers return to her cunt, adding more pressure when I tickle her sensitive nub.

“I need you inside me, please,” she begs, arching her back and spreading wider.

When I pull back, I replace my tongue with my thumb, and she gasps.

“I take it you’ve never experienced ass play, either?” I ask with amusement, though I know the answer. “Don’t tense up. You’ll enjoy it so much more if you relax.”

“Does that go both ways?” she mocks. “Let me stick my fist in yours and see how you feel.”

My palm smacks her backside, and I smile when her skin turns red. “So mouthy for someone who’s about to get fucked through New Year’s. You’d think my tongue would’ve turned your grinchy attitude around.”

“Stop talking about it and do it already.”

I smirk at her greedy demand, allowing her to get used to my thumb. “Hold on tight. I’m about to fuck the Christmas spirit right into you.”

As soon as my crown breaches her entrance, I slam inside as hard as I can. She nearly loses her balance, but I quickly wrap my arm around her waist and steady us.

“That better for you, Little Miss Seattle?” I whisper in her ear as I lean down.

She can barely breathe, let alone talk, so I take that as a yes.

Fallon’s loud moaning has me teetering on the edge, desperate to explode and claim her as mine. But I want tonight to last as long as possible.

“You’re so close. I can feel you shaking,” I tell her, bringing my fingers around to her clit. “Back up into me and come, my love. Take what you need.”

I keep still as she continuously slams herself on my cock, over and over until she’s crying out my name. My fingers dig into her hips, and I wouldn’t be surprised if bruises appear tomorrow.

“Fallon…” I warn when she collapses to the bed and flips onto her back.

“ Three ,” she finally breathes out.

I tower over her with my hands on either side of her and smirk when she wipes sweat from her forehead.

“Your pussy takes me so well.” I dip down until my mouth clasps over her pebbled nipple.

“I might need to take a rain check on the other two.”

I chuckle, feathering kisses between her breasts and sucking the soft skin above her collarbone.

“With the way your body responds and begs for more of me, we’ll be surpassing five in no time,” I say with amusement.

Her chest rises and falls, and I passionately kiss her, giving her time to regroup. When she takes my bottom lip in her mouth and tugs, I wrap an arm around her and flip us over until I’m on my back and she’s straddling my waist. As I cup her face, I lean forward and slide my tongue between her swollen lips.

“Ride me like a good girl, and I’ll reward you like a bad one. I want those tits bouncing in my face, baby.”

“Don’t forget you gave me permission to use anything you say in my article.” She maneuvers down my legs and palms my aching cock, a dirty, sly smile on her gorgeous face.

“You have my permission to do whatever the hell you want,” I tell her. “Give your boss a list of all the filthy ways I fucked you for all I care. That’d be one way to sell your magazine. Tourism would be at an all-time high.”

Fallon’s cheeks burn red as she tries not to laugh. “You’re arrogant, you know that?”

“I think you mean the sweetest man you’ve ever met?” Then I smack her ass before adding, “Who has a dirty side.”

She shifts until I’m back inside her, deep and tight, and I play with her greedy clit.

“That’s it, my love. Now fuck me, Fallon.”

And she does until her body loses control.

She throws her head back, screaming through her release.

“ Four ,” she whispers without being prompted.

“You listen so nicely when you want to.” I brush wild strands of hair off her forehead and bring her mouth to mine.

“I can’t believe you’re still hard.”

Grinning, I teasingly thrust up into her. “I’ve been like this for the past three days, sweetheart.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“I’m about to unleash inside you,” I warn. “But I want you to turn around first.”

She furrows her brow. “What?”

“Reverse cowgirl. I wanna see your ass while you ride me.”

I can tell from her confused expression she doesn’t know that position.

“Put your hands on my thighs for support and move like normal,” I explain as she sits up. Once she’s turned around, she snakes her legs underneath mine. I help guide her down my length, and we both let out a deep groan.

“Just like that.” I lean up on one elbow as I use my other hand to grip a handful of her hair. “Let’s come together, baby.”

Fallon’s sweet moans linger in the air as we race to the finish line. I could spend days being inside her like this.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to…”

I tug on her hair right as the buildup between us takes over. When a shock of pleasure shoots through me, I groan. Fallon stiffens, and I know she’s there, so I finally give myself permission to follow. I come with so much goddamn intensity that I swear I stop breathing for a solid minute.

“Holy shit.” She rolls off my legs and collapses on the bed. “I’m numb.”

Chuckling, I reach for her to lie next to me instead.

“I think you meant to say something else.”

With an eye roll and a smirk, she says, “ Five .”

“And you took all of them like the badass you are.” I lean over and press my lips to hers. “I’m going to shower. Do you want to join me?”

“I don’t think I can.”

I laugh, dragging up the crumpled blankets from the foot of the bed to cover her. “I’ll bring you some water. Be right back.”

After I pull on some sweats, I head downstairs and grab two bottles of water. My limbs are tight and sore as fuck already, but it was one thousand percent worth it.

The truth is, I’ve never had someone like Fallon.

She may not realize it, but she gives me a run for my money. Though I’m the one who sought to give her five orgasms, I’ve never done that before.

It was a first for me, too.

When I return, my bed’s surprisingly empty.

“Fallon?”

“In the bathroom, hold on.”

As soon as she reappears, I immediately recognize what she’s wearing and am tempted as hell to rub my hands all over her again.

“Nice shirt.” Grinning, I hand her one of the bottles, then gaze down my favorite heather-gray work shirt with our Christmas tree farm logo.

“Hope you don’t mind. I’m not a fan of walking around naked like you.” Her teasing tone has me breaking out into a smile.

“Really? ’Cause I’d be a big fan of you doing that.” Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her into my body, then inhale her skin’s sweet smell.

“I bet you would be. Like how you’re a big fan of snuggling .”

“Speaking of, are you gonna play your little game tonight of pretending to sleep in your bed before sneaking into mine and claiming it’s because you’re so cold ? Don’t get me wrong, I like this little back-and-forth, but I love it even more when you’re next to me.”

She playfully smacks my chest. “It’s not my fault your furnace doesn’t work.”

“Yeah, what a bummer,” I tease dryly.

“Wait…is it even broken? Did you pretend it was to get me into your bed?” She steps back, folding her arms over her chest as if she thinks she’s onto something.

I pull her in closer. “No, I’m not that clever.”

She gives me a side-eye. “I want to agree with you on that one, but I’m still suspicious.”

I give her ass a playful tap, then walk backward toward the bathroom. “See you after my shower. Or at midnight…whenever you decide to join me.”

DAY 7

Fallon wasn’t in my room after my shower. She also didn’t sneak into my bed in the middle of the night. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to go to her or be left alone, so I stayed in my room and waited.

A part of me is disappointed she never came. The other part of me knows she’s leaving in a week, and it’s probably best if we don’t get too attached.

Though I have a feeling it’s far too late for that.

Since it’s Saturday and I have to work, I’ll be leaving Fallon to do her own thing.

Dasher follows me downstairs, and I quickly refill his food and water dishes, then start some coffee and a cup of hot cocoa for myself.

As Dasher darts to the stairs, I see Fallon coming down. She looks like she got fucked into next week and back.

“Good morning.” I smile as Dasher licks her.

“Not sure about that.” She groans, wiping the slobber off the back of her hand. “I think that hard cider crept up on me.”

I chuckle. “It tends to do that.”

Though we both know the way she’s feeling isn’t just from the alcohol.

She sits on the stool and immediately puts her head down over her folded arms.

“Here, drink this.” I slide a cup of hot coffee across the breakfast bar.

“Thanks.” She lifts her head up long enough to blow on it, then takes a sip. “Mm. That’s so good,” she murmurs.

“I still don’t know how you can drink it without milk or sugar.”

She shrugs. “When you’re constantly working like I am or on the road, you learn not to be a basic bitch, or you’ll end up disappointed. At least plain coffee is nearly impossible to screw up unless, of course, it’s instant.”

“You were picky the day after you arrived, begging for caffeine.”

“It was a long journey getting here. Give me a break.”

Smirking, I lean against the counter. Her dark hair is pulled up on top of her head, and tangled strands frame her face. I wrap some behind her ear, taking in how gorgeous she is.

“I, uh…” She averts her gaze to the floor. Then she blinks before meeting my eyes. “We should probably talk about last night.”

I check the time and decide I’d rather be late than wait all day for this discussion.

“Oh, if you’ve gotta go…”

“No, we can chat.” I sit on the stool next to her and give her my undivided attention. By the expression on her face, I doubt her next words will be how mind-blowing last night was even though I know for a fact it was unlike anything either of us had experienced.

“First, I don’t do that…” She waves her arm in the air. “Hookups or one-night stands. At least that’s never my intention. But I want to be upfront and honest with you since we’ll be in the same house for another week.”

I scratch my cheek, not liking where this conversation is headed.

“Sure, of course.” I keep my expression indifferent, the same I use when I tell women a similar talk. I’m rarely ever on this side of the conversation, and I don’t like it.

“What happened last night can’t happen again. It was nice, but I’m here on business, and?—”

“Nice? I’m sorry, but did you just say getting five orgasms was nice ? Puppies are nice. Sunsets at the beach are nice . I think what we did last night goes a little above that threshold.”

A blush forms over her cheeks before she purses her lips into a thin line again. “It was very nice, but regardless, it was still a mistake. We shouldn’t have crossed the line when I’m leaving soon. I hope you can understand.”

She looks genuinely sad, so I don’t understand why she’d willingly waste the rest of our time together. But I don’t fight her on it. Fallon’s a grown woman, and I’ll respect her decision.

“Sure, I get it. We got caught up in the moment. It’s fine.”

“Really? You’re not upset?”

“Fallon, what kind of guy do you think I am?” I press a fist to my chest, pretending to be wounded. Then I place a palm on her shoulder for reassurance. “If that’s what you want, I’ll act like it never happened, okay?”

“Just like that? Things won’t be weird with me staying here?”

I rock my head back and forth with a grin. “Not any weirder than you showing up out of the blue and seeing me completely naked and spraying me with Mace.”

Her shoulders drop. “Are you ever gonna let me live that down?”

Bellowing out a laugh, I shake my head. “ Never. ”

“So we’re good?”

“Of course, Little Miss Seattle.” I flash her a wink, then stand to find Dasher. “I’ll be working most of the day, so help yourself to whatever. As if you need my permission.”

“Ha-ha. I’ll probably drive into town and look around.”

“Good, enjoy yourself and do some shopping. We’re set to visit Bennett’s Orchard Farm tomorrow, and then you’re scheduled to meet with the mayor on Tuesday.”

“Any updates from the furnace guy?” she asks, shivering.

“No, I suspect it’ll be another few days. Don’t worry, I’ll chop some more wood so you don’t freeze to death.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.” She takes a large gulp of coffee. “You’re not leaving me with Dasher again, are you?”

“No, I learned my lesson. He’s coming to the farm with me.” At the mention of his name, he trots over. “C’mon, boy. Time to go.”

Dasher jumps up on Fallon and licks her face.

“No, Dasher. Ew, stop it.”

“Dasher, down.” I snap my fingers, and he immediately obeys.

“How the hell do you do that?”

I wiggle my fingers at her. “It’s all in the wrist, my love.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Call or text if you need anything, okay?”

“Will do.”

I grab my keys and wallet, then whistle for Dasher.

“Bye, Fallon,” I call out as we head out the door.

“Bye.”

And I walk out as if my heart isn’t more bruised than it was this morning.