My Greatest Joy (Maplewood Falls #2)

Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

LEVI

DAY 13

“I never want to leave this bed,” Fallon murmurs as I hold her naked body against mine.

“Me neither, sweetheart. But I gotta get back to the farm. We have a lot to do before the festival tomorrow, and I need to catch up from taking off.”

“What time’s check-out?” she asks.

“Ten. Why?”

“That gives us an hour…” She flashes a smirk, then lowers under the blankets and settles between my legs. I’m not sure what our future holds, but I look forward to seeing where it goes.

Especially if this is how she begins our mornings.

“And here I thought you only needed coffee to start your day.”

She giggles as she worships my cock, licking and sucking, working me up so much that I have to focus hard on not blowing my load in five seconds.

Twisting my fist in her wild mane, I guide her mouth up and down my length as she massages my balls. Her wet moans fill the room as I groan out her name.

“Fallon, baby…” My staggered breathing comes out in harsh pants. “That feels so goddamn good.”

Once I’m teetering on the edge, she climbs between my legs and settles my erection between her thighs.

“Such a good girl,” I tell her, pressing a finger between us and rubbing her needy clit. “Take what you need, my love.”

I play with her tits as they bounce in my face, then lean up and pull a nipple between my lips. I roll my tongue around it and pinch it between my teeth, causing her to yelp as she continues to ride me.

Being with Fallon is better than I imagined, and while we haven’t discussed what will happen beyond New Year’s, I’ll take what I can get.

The truth is, I want more, much more.

But I’ll wait for her to initiate that discussion.

“You better be careful, Fallon Joy. I’m already getting addicted to your pussy.”

Moments later, we’re coming undone together, and that’s when I know for sure that I don’t ever want to let her go.

As I get ready for work, Fallon soaks in the tub, tempting me to skip another day, but I can’t. With more tourists in Maplewood Falls for the festival, the farm will be swamped.

“I’m sorry I have to leave.” I lean into the tub and brush my lips against hers.

“It’s okay. I have plenty of emails to catch up on and writing to do. Plus, my body’s a little sore.”

Smirking, I lower my hand and cup her breast. “I bet it is.”

She swats my arm. “Go. Are you leaving Dasher here?”

“Yeah, is that okay? I won’t be able to keep an eye on him, and I don’t want to lock him up.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’ll text you when I can.” I kiss her forehead, feeling guilty and sad about having to go.

“Have a good day,” she calls out.

I find Dasher lying on my bed and give him a quick pep talk. “Be good for Fallon. I’ll see you later, buddy.”

He licks my hand, and I laugh.

As soon as I get to the farm, I notice the full parking lot and see a line of people standing outside the shop.

It’s going to be crazy as fuck.

When I walk in, Mom greets me with a wave. She’s all smiles as she helps customers check out. Lucy’s behind the counter, handing out baked goods.

“Hey, sis.”

“Get back here and make yourself useful.”

I bark out a laugh. “You gonna come help me cut down trees, then?”

She gives me a murderous look that tells me to get lost.

I grab gloves and an extra walkie-talkie from the office, then make my way outside. I do a quick walk around and see if any areas are struggling to keep up with the demand. We have a record number of employees here, so I’ll help wherever needed.

I help a dozen customers load their trees and tie them to their roofs or truck beds. Christmas music blasts through the outdoor speakers, and it’s impossible not to think about Fallon and her distaste for it.

At first, I thought it was weird that anyone could hate the holidays as much as she does. But now I understand her reason, and it’s completely valid. With the anniversary of her mom’s passing coming up, I’m going to do whatever it takes to be there for her the best I can. Though I can’t say I know how she feels, I can listen if she wants to talk or help distract her if she prefers.

Either way, I’ve blocked the day off only for her.

I plan to make New Year’s special for her and give her a new memory to hold onto.

When I get the chance to check my phone, I smile at the texts from Fallon.

Fallon

I think you have some new competition.

Then she sends a pic of Dasher snuggled up to her in bed, one of his paws on her chest. The little fucker is smiling too.

Levi

Tell him he better get off my woman before I remove every one of his paws.

Fallon

Levi White!

I chuckle.

Levi

Are you having a good day?

Fallon

Worked after you left and came to your bed because I missed you.

Levi

I miss you too. We should go out for a drink once I’m done. You can experience the nightlife, and I can kick your ass at darts.

Though I’ll be exhausted and the festival is tomorrow, I’m not passing up the chance to have some fun and show her off. I can function with as little as three hours of sleep, so it’ll be worth it.

Fallon

You sound pretty confident…but okay, I’ll take you up on that offer. Loser has to give the other a mind-blowing orgasm.

I arch my brow, amused by her flirting.

Levi

If you want my mouth between your legs, all you have to do is ask.

Fallon

Oh, I’m going to enjoy EARNING it when I win.

Levi

Getting the chance to eat your pussy? Babe, that’s a win for both of us.

She sends an eye-roll emoji, and I picture her doing that very thing.

Then she sends a shot of her chest, the tops of her breasts peeking out of her tank top. I can’t see her full face, only her sweet lips as she sticks her tongue out at me.

Levi

Your ass is in major trouble now.

My cock strains against my jeans, and I groan. The last thing I need while chopping down trees is an erection. Then having to tell customers, “ Merry Christmas ,” as I imagine shooting my load all over Fallon’s tits.

Fallon

You gonna punish me?

Fuck , she’s testing my patience.

Where the hell did this Fallon come from, and how do I keep her?

Levi

All night long.

Fallon

Looking forward to it, Mr. White.

I shake my head and force my phone into my pocket so I don’t sext her all damn day.

After another few hours, I get a break to eat and use the bathroom. When I walk into the shop, I see Finn and Oakley walking around with their arms full.

“Hey!” I pull Finn in for a hug. “What are you guys doing here?”

“My fiancée is buying the entire place out,” he muses, and I chuckle at her basket full of cookies and gifts.

“No looking! I got something in there for Fallon, and I don’t trust you not to spoil it,” Oakley says, covering it up.

I grin. “You did? That’s nice of you.”

“Of course. I’m hoping I can sweet-talk her into staying. It’d be nice to have another woman to hang with who isn’t a Vermonter. We can bond over being from the West Coast and all the weird shit you guys do and say.”

“I managed to convince her to stay through New Year’s, but I don’t think she’ll be able to stay longer than that,” I reply sadly.

“Really? That’s great,” Finn says.

“That gives me more time to tell her all the reasons she should stay,” Oakley adds.

I wish it were that easy.

“I’m taking her to the pub tonight if you wanna join us? Probably get there around eight.”

They look at each other and smile. “Yeah, we’ll meet ya,” Finn says.

“We can chat about the wedding, too!” Oakley’s eyes light up.

Grinning, I slap his shoulder. “Awesome, see ya there. I gotta get back to work.”

“Damn!” Finn whistles as Fallon makes another bull’s-eye. “She’s kicking your ass.”

Fallon smirks wickedly.

“I think she’s cheating,” I deadpan.

“How do you cheat at darts?” Oakley defends.

“I don’t know…but I’m gonna figure it out.” I watch as she takes another shot and again, hits the center.

Oakley cheers loudly for Fallon, and they high-five. Somehow this round became a game of boys versus girls, and they’re killing it. My friends have welcomed her into their lives so easily, it’s impossible not to think about the long-term.

“Good luck…” Fallon says as she hands me the darts. “You’re gonna need it.”

I give her a side-eye, no longer playing just for orgasms, but because I’m competitive too.

As soon as I take my stance, Fallon stands next to me, sipping her drink. When I look at her, she flashes a mischievous grin.

“Yes?” I ask.

She shrugs, the alcohol effectively loosening her up, but not enough to affect her aim.

“Go sit. I don’t trust you so close to me.”

Fallon giggles. “I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re trying to distract me.”

“ Noooo ,” she stammers. “If that were the case, I’d take off my shirt and do a few jumping jacks.”

My mind immediately brings that visual to life.

“Go to the table,” I warn playfully. “Or I’ll have to call a foul.”

“Go ahead. I’ll call traveling, then.”

Finn snorts behind us.

“That’s basket—” I shake my head at her wrong sports reference. “Never mind. Stand behind me or you forfeit.”

She scowls and finally moves out of my vision.

“Stay focused, man,” Finn encourages. “If we win, I get a BJ.”

“ Finn !” Oakley scolds, smacking his arm, and my concentration flies out the window.

But then I remember, if I lose—I get to give Fallon a mind-blowing orgasm, and that sounds better than Finn’s BJ.

“Fuck it.” I slam the darts on the table and grab Fallon’s hand. “Be right back,” I tell Finn and Oakley while dragging her behind me.

“What are you doing?” she squeals, trying to keep up as I hustle down the hallway toward the bathrooms.

“Marking off one of your Never Have I Evers .”

Sex in a public place.

“ Here ?” she whisper-hisses.

I pull her into the unisex bathroom and lock the door. Luckily, it’s only a one-stall, but the bar is packed, so it won’t be long before someone’s knocking.

“Jeans to your ankles, baby. We gotta do this quickly.”

“Is this you forfeiting?” she teases as she unbuttons and lowers the zipper.

“Call it whatever you want as long as I get to taste you.” I push her against the door and move her feet as wide as they’ll go. “I have a question to ask you first.”

“What’s that?”

“Come with me as my date to the festival tomorrow?” I ask, probing her entrance with my finger and coating it with her juices.

“What? I thought I was already going with you?”

“As Fallon, the journalist .”

“What’s the difference?” she asks.

I drop to my knees, lick up her slit, and twirl my tongue over her clit. “I want everyone to know that while you’re here, you’re mine .”

“That’s ridiculous. I still have to work. The festival is the reason I flew all this way,” she explains between panting and pulling my hair.

I continue eating her delicious cunt and bringing her closer to the edge, but not quite over it.

“Say you’ll be my date, Fallon.” I shove two fingers inside her tight core. “Say yes, and I’ll let you come.”

“That’s blackmail,” she hisses, arching her hips to meet my mouth.

I reach up and palm her breast before plucking a nipple. Then I lean back and continue my sweet torture with my fingers.

“Call it whatever you want, sweetheart. But if you want this orgasm, you’ll say the words I want to hear.”

I want to hold her hand and kiss her without people thinking she’s being unprofessional. They won’t think twice about it if they know we’re together. Plus, I don’t want any asshats hitting on her.

She grinds down on my palm, desperately trying to do it herself. I press tender kisses above her clit, and she groans out in frustration as she attempts to shove my head lower.

“You’re so needy, my love.” I tease her clit for a few seconds, building her pleasure before backing away. “I want everyone to know you’re taken,” I explain.

Regardless of our time limit, she’s mine to keep as long as she’s in my house.

“Levi, please…I was so close.”

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, baby. Just say?—”

“Fine! Yes . Yes, whatever you want. Now touch me,” she demands, rocking her hips and seeking my mouth.

Such a good girl .

I spread her folds and dive in, sucking and licking, building her up over and over until her breathing halts and she screams out my name. Her juices cover my mouth and chin, but I don’t care. I take everything she gives me.

“So fucking perfect, Fallon.”

Standing, I cup her face and slip my tongue between her lips so she can taste her sweetness. I quickly help her clean up and pull on her jeans.

“Do you think they’re going to know what we were doing in here?” she asks.

I smirk without apology. “The whole bar heard you.”

“Levi, you’re joking.” She looks horrified.

“I welcome it. At least they’ll know you’re mine.” I shrug, unlocking the door.

“Oh my God.” She palms her face. “They’re going to think I’m an unethical journalist.”

“Nah, but they might think you’re paying me top dollar for sex.”

She playfully smacks my arm, but I catch her wrist and pull her body to mine. Brushing loose strands of her dark hair off her face, I hold her. “I guess you should’ve been more careful whose house you broke into and, more importantly, whose bed you picked. Because now I’ve claimed you, Fallon Joy.”