Page 31 of Taboo

Levi

Things have been awkward at the house for the past few days to say the least. Kali stays to herself, rarely coming out of the guest bedroom when she’s there.

She’s been taking extra shifts at the club and seems to be extra focused on staying busy and unapproachable when I’m there. She’s no different at home and has pushed Noah even further away.

The club is closed today, so she can’t hide from me under the guise of work tonight. I don’t like this shit and I want to talk to her about how this all went down. I get it. She feels guilty for being caught in the middle of what I want and what Noah is trying to claim.

What she doesn’t understand is, I know it isn’t her fault. I knew going into this that she has loved Noah since they were young. She’s never even looked my way all these years. What started out as me trying to push Noah towards her, ended up with me falling for a girl I had no intentions of even liking. Now I’m caught up in this triangle of a disaster where it’s inevitable that one of us is going to get hurt, if not all three of us.

My best friend who irritates the fuck out of me, but none the less is my family, has finally decided to let Kali get to him. By the looks of him lately, I’d say she succeeded. It’s been days since I’ve acknowledged him, so to say shit is stressful here is an understatement. I’d feel better if I just knew where Kali’s head was.

I’m still in bed, after working most of the night. It’s nearly dark again, but I’m contemplating what I’ll do on my night off when the doorbell rings. I don’t move, knowing someone else will get it if I just ignore it. When it rings again, I throw off the covers and saunter downstairs, only to open the door to a pizza being held in my face.

“Pizza delivery for Kali.” I look surprised as the guy reaches into his pocket for a pen. “Please sign here.” I forge her signature and take the pizza to the bar. Opening the lid sends the scent of delicious greatness into my senses and I’m instantly tempted to tear into her pizza without even asking. I close the lid and take the pizza toward her room.

Her door is closed, but she must not hear my knock, leaving me with an easy decision to turn the knob and go in anyway. I’m not good with boundaries; I never have been. The fact that I’ve given her the space she’s needed so far has shocked even me. So, she’ll have to forgive me if pizza is my undoing.

I set the box at the foot of her bed and turn around when I hear something behind me. She’s standing in nothing but a towel, allowing her wet hair to dangle over her right shoulder while she runs a brush through it.

“Awesome. I’m starving.” Her eyes move straight for the box. “Do you want a piece?”

“Yeah. It smells amazing.” The mixture of clean and pizza swirl in the room as she passes me. Her smell is familiar and suddenly something I cherish. I miss her in my bed and wish I could snap her out of her indecisiveness so I can spend my time sweeping her off her feet knowing I’m not confusing the shit out of her in the process.

She asked for space and I’ve given her that, but that doesn’t seem to be getting any of us anywhere. She slips back into the bathroom before she steps out in a tank top and tiny shorts. Her tits move slightly as she walks toward the bed before she sits in the middle and crosses her legs. The giant piece of pizza she picks up doesn’t have a chance when she starts in on it. I stand watching her and realize this may be the sexiest I’ve ever seen her. Real looks hot as fuck on her.

“You gonna stare at me eating or join me?” She looks at me over the piece in her hand before she bites down once again. “Nice underwear by the way. Did you really answer the door like that?” I look down and see nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed.

“Yes, I answered the door like this. The guy is lucky I wasn’t lying naked when he rang.” She allows her eyes to slide down my chest and over my bulge before quickly taking her attention back to the pizza.

I sit beside her and sprawl out with my back against the headboard and my legs taking most of this side of the bed. She hands me a slice of pizza and follows my lead, leaning in almost the same position on her side.

It’s a few seconds before either of us say anything. “Is this what you have planned for your night off?”

“Pretty much,” she says with a full mouth.

“Sounds perfect to me.” Well, partially perfect. I could think of a few things I’d like to add, but I won’t go there yet. She’s relaxing around me again and I’m not about to push her away when I have her like this. “Hit the remote and see if there’s a movie on or something.”

She finds a show and drops the remote between us before she grabs herself another piece of pizza. “You do realize this is like food porn to me.” I look over at her, completely distracted by the way she looks next to me.

“Levi, this is not food porn.”

“Oh really? Because I’m turned the fuck on right now and struggling to stay on my side of the bed.” Well, there goes that space I was trying to give her. I may not have dove on top of her like I wanted, but I definitely altered the mood as I consumed her imagination with that porn comment.

“I thought you were mad at me.” She sits up and shifts in the bed to face me.

“I’m not mad. Just giving you some space like you say you needed.” I take another bite before I continue. “But I’m done with that shit.” Her eyes challenge me as I speak. Playfully teasing as I can feel the effects of her watching me go straight through my body and into my dick.

“Thank you for the space.”

“Did you get anywhere with that space? Do you have everything planned out for the rest of your life?” She picks at the meat on a piece of pizza sitting in the box.

“I’m not any clearer than I was the last time we talked.” She dangles a pepperoni over her mouth before she uses her tongue to pull it in. Fucking with me even further and tempting me to lose my mind and the restraint allowing me to sit back to watch. I’m more of a do’er. She knows this.

“Well, I think this space shit is overrated. It hasn’t helped. Maybe we should do things my way.” She pops a piece of sausage in her mouth, chewing it slowly while she waits for me to finish what I’m saying.

“What’s your way?”

I toss the last few bites of my pizza back into the box and shove the entire thing to the floor. Her eyes watch it land perfectly next to the dresser then she quickly squints in my direction. Climbing over her, she falls to her back, her head at the foot of the bed while I blanket her with my body. I kiss her slowly as she follows my lead and returns the kiss.

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