Page 49 of Another Postcard

Levi

“What do you think, Baylee Bear?” I turned to face her after Penny, the woman we were interviewing, left the room. It was our fourth interview that week. Brooklynn wanted to give Baylee time in between to really process the people she was meeting. We had told Baylee that it was really important for her to help us pick the right person and she’d glowed like I’d given her the keys to Disney World. It was helping us to gauge who she felt a connection with, someone she instinctively put a little trust in.

Dealing with Cecily had been hard on Brooklynn. Cecily swore up and down she hadn’t sent the postcards. But, what else could she say? She was in a fuck-ton of trouble. We’d been fucking lucky that Chloe had been able to keep it away from the press, so it wasn’t being spun and splashed everywhere. But telling Baylee had been even harder on Brooklynn. She hadn’t known how to explain everything to Baylee when we were in Montreal. She’d settled on some half-truths, telling Baylee that Cecily had done some very wrong things and she needed to leave so she could be held accountable for her behavior. It was a simplistic description, but something that Baylee could 100% grasp. Baylee had cried and been sad until she’d finally gotten home. Brooklynn had been a little over protective in her worry and she hadn’t left Baylee’s side, day or night. I’d been understanding until we got back to New York and she kicked me out the first night.

After Baylee’s hesitant reaction to us in the airport, Brooklynn didn’t want to upset her any more than necessary. She’d vetoed most PDA too, forcing me to resort to stolen moments and schemes to get a few minutes alone to make-out with my girlfriend. I spent most of the last week with them during the day, then went home to my very fucking empty and cold bed.

Brooklynn came back into the room after showing Penny out and my tongue almost dropped out of my mouth like a cartoon. She looked so fucking sexy in tight yoga pants, a fitted T-shirt that teased me with a sliver of her flat stomach, her hair hanging long and wild down her back. Yeah, I was definitely on the verge of drooling, or grunting like a cave man and dragging her off to my lair. Fuck, blue balls was becoming a state of mind as much as a physical malady. Ever since the first time I’d fucked her, I’d been addicted and I was not handling the withdrawal well at all. I had to admit though, Baylee had bounced back faster than I’d expected and that helped curb my craving.

“She was super nice,” Baylee said excitedly, pulling me away from my lust-filled thoughts. “She likes art, like me. And she likes animals! And she plays the piano like Brooklee and said she would teach me to sing!” Baylee clapped her hands and bounced in her seat. “Maybe she’ll teach me to be so awesome I can play with you!”

I laughed and dragged her in for a hug. “I’m sure Brooklynn would be ecstatic. We all would be, Baylee Bear, but I don’t think you’d like it.”

“I know I would,” she replied dreamily. Then she turned to Brooklynn and started extolling the virtues of Penny all over again. While she listened to Baylee, her eye caught mine and she smiled, a secret smile that she reserved just for me. The one that told me she loved me without words. The caveman went off to pout while the pussy inside me felt all warm and fuzzy. She was so fucking amazing and I was fucking head over heels for her.

Watching her with her sister that week had compounded on everything else I’d learned about her. Proving just what an incredible woman she was. The future began to flash in front of me at random times and it was filled with Brooklynn. Touring together, our wedding, making music together, our kids, growing old together. And, to my fucking shock, none of it sent me running for the hills. I wanted it. All of it.

“Do you want to spend a couple more days with her, sweet girl?” Brooklynn asked softly. To which Baylee fist pumped the air and shouted, “Yessssssss!” Brooklynn laughed and hugged her, then stood and went to call Penny and invite her to the next step in the interview process.

“How about a game, Baylee Bear?” I smiled when she whirled around with a beaming expression.

“Mario Party?” She jumped up and down before running to the TV and getting the Wii set up. She was addicted to the game and I’d gotten pretty fucking good at it while playing with her. A lot. She was so cute when she worked at the games and scrunched her nose in concentration. It reminded me of Brooklynn.

We played for an hour before Brooklynn came to tell us that dinner was ready. She announced that she’d made tacos, causing Baylee and me to grin and high-five. After we ate, we ran through some of Baylee’s lessons and activities that helped with her learning and coping skills. Then we cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie. Baylee fell asleep less than thirty minutes into it and usually, Brooklynn would wait until the movie was over to take her to bed, not wanting to disturb her in case she wasn’t in a sound sleep. Baylee had a hard time when she was woken up like that, she would be very disoriented and it scared her. But, I’d gotten to know Baylee well, and I knew she wouldn’t budge, so I ignored her whispered protests and lifted Baylee into my arms before taking her to her room.

“I love you, Levi,” Baylee mumbled as I laid her down. I smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Love you too, Baylee Bear.”

Brooklynn watched me with an unreadable expression when I returned and I smiled arrogantly as I sat down in my same spot. She snuggled up to me again and then leaned up to whisper in my ear, “You’re pretty damn sexy, dude.”

I reared back and quirked an eyebrow. “Dude?”

She grinned playfully and scooted closer. There hadn’t been much space between us before, once she’d closed that distance, she was practically on top of me. Her tits pressed into my side, her warm breath bathed my ear, and her breathing picked up. My dick definitely noticed.

In two seconds flat, I’d twisted our bodies so that I was lying on top on her, my hands firmly holding her wrists up by her head. “What happens when you tease, baby?” I growled. Her eyes lit with fire and her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. Her chest rose and fell with every pant, brushing mine with her hard nipples. I couldn’t resist, I dropped my head and sucked one into my mouth through her thin T-shirt and bra. She moaned and her back arched. “Nine days, baby,” I grumbled moving to the other breast. “I don’t have much fucking control left.”

I bit down and she whimpered, her hips bucking up against my hard as fuck cock. I tore myself away from her tits and rested my forehead on hers, my rapid breathing and racing heart matching hers. “I need you too.” Her voice had an edge of desperation that I recognized, because I was right there with her.

“You were the one who set the rules, baby,” I argued while grinding my erection into the apex of her thighs.

“Oooooh,” she moaned. “It was stupid, don’t listen to me, I clearly lost my fucking mind.”

I chuckled and kissed her, my tongue licking the seam of her lips and sweeping inside when she opened right away. Our tongues rubbed together the way our groins moved against each other. Hot, hard, and slick. But, I wasn’t a complete bastard. “I understand, baby. I do. But, fuck, I crave you like a fucking drug.” I gave in to another deep, thrusting kiss and came up with a solution I was pretty sure we could both live with. And more importantly, my dick wouldn’t shrivel up and die. “How quiet can you be?” I purred. A slow smile spread across her face. I reached past her to flick the light off, then dragged the blanket from the back of the couch to cover us. “Fast and hard, baby,” I warned her. “It’s been too fucking long. So, you better keep that pretty mouth shut.”

“Now, Levi,” she whimpered. “More fucking, less talking.”

“How can a man turn down that request,” I teased while practically ripping her clothes off. Once she was naked, I shucked my shirt, jeans, and boxers. “Ready?” I managed to ask around the ecstasy consuming me at the feel of our heated skin pressed together. I used one finger to enter her. “Fuck yes you are. Damn, you’re fucking drenched. I think your little pussy wants my big cock as much as he wants her.” She nodded and without preamble, I replace my finger with my dick, thrusting in balls deep and groaning at the feeling of her tight pussy gloving me so perfectly.

“Shhhh!” I almost laughed because it turned out to be me who needed to be reminded to stay quiet.

I sucked in a mouthful of her tit to keep from making more sound while my hips began to pump wildly. It was fucking heaven. In no time, I felt the telltale tingling in my balls as they drew up. Brooklynn was biting her lip to keep quiet, her legs squeezing the fuck out of me and her fingernails digging into my ass as she clung to me. She was close too, thank fuck. I kissed her and slid a hand between us to pinch her clit. I swallowed her screams as I buried myself as fucking deep as possible and came so hard, I was dizzy with it.

“Fuck, baby,” I sighed as I placed little kisses all over her throat, shoulders, and chest. “I was about to lose my ever-loving mind. I needed you so damn bad.”

“Me too,” she agreed contentedly. “I gotta say, babe. You’ve got quite a bit of talent when it comes to wielding that monster between your legs. You could take that show on the road.”

I laughed silently, my shoulders shaking, but couldn’t keep it completely in when she muttered, “Never mind. That particular skill belongs to me. I don’t know what I was thinking saying that.”

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