Page 33 of Another Postcard

“Well, I’m allergic to coconut, so I’m not really a fan.”

19

Levi

We talkedand laughed all through dinner, but the sexual tension was growing steadily thicker and by the time we’d finished dessert, I wasn’t sure how I was going to walk back to the hotel with a fucking baseball bat between my legs. The waitress brought our check and I smiled as I took it, making her blush.

Even though I was desperate to get out of there, I had one thing left to do. “Can you please bring your manager over?” I asked, trying to sound casual, so she’d know she wasn’t in trouble. Apparently, I failed because her face bleached white and tears welled up in her eyes as she quickly spun away. “Fuck.” I felt like a complete jackass.

“Levi,” Brooklynn said my name reproachfully. “She did a great job tonight, not fawning over you, and waiting on us like we were any other customers.”

“I know,” I explained. “That’s why I want to see her manager.”

“Oh.” Her frown immediately turned upside down into a brilliant smile.

A middle-aged man in a dark blue suit approached our table, his face concerned, with our waitress trailing behind him, clearly still fighting tears.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the man said when he stopped at our table. “Was there something wrong with the service?”

I craned my head around him to see the little blonde and smiled, trying to ease her fears. Her nametag said Stephanie. “Stephanie, can you come over here, please? I didn’t ask to see your manager to complain.” She sagged with relief and warily shuffled closer. Looking up at the manager, I explained how she’d treated us throughout the night, not asking for an autograph or even acknowledging who I was.

“You should reward her, give her a raise or something,” I suggested with a wink in her direction. If it’s all right with you,” I continued, “I’d like to get her address so that my assistant can send her a thank you.” Stephanie’s mouth popped open and the manager stood taller, his chest puffed up like he had been the one complimented.

“Absolutely, Mr. Matthews.”

Brooklynn placed a gentle hand on Stephanie’s arm to get her attention. “Thank you. You have no idea how much it meant to us, especially tonight.”

The girl smiled and whispered, “You’re welcome.” She peeked at me again and I could see she wanted to say something but was too shy and stopped herself.

“Stephanie, can we take a picture together?” I asked, knowing she wouldn’t. She slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle her yelp and nodded profusely. I laughed and stood, beckoning her over to stand next to me. Brooklynn asked for her phone and she eagerly handed it over. We smiled for the camera until it clicked. Then I held up my index finger to Brooklynn, asking her to take one more. She held up the phone and I crouched down next to Stephanie, who was so small, we were at eye level. “1…2…3.” When Brooklynn reached three, I turned and kissed Stephanie’s cheek.

“Thanks, Stephanie,” I murmured. She sputtered, unable to form words, but her smile said it all. I thanked the manager again and took Brooklynn’s hand, guiding her out of the restaurant. Once we were outside, I turned toward the hotel, but Brooklynn tugged on my hand. I stopped and in the next moment, she’d launched herself into my arms, her mouth pressed against mine.

“You’re adorable,” she mumbled against my lips. “And, that whole thing just made you even sexier. I’m starting to regret having put on underwear because they are probably ruined.”

Well, shit.I came as close as I ever had to coming in my pants since I was a teenage virgin. I kissed her hard, my tongue sliding past her delicious lips, my hands squeezing her waist bringing her up on her toes. She plunged her hands into my hair and tugged on it as she moved restlessly against me.

“Baby,fuck,” I panted. “You better back the hell up and stop touching me or I’m taking you to my room where there will be a whole lot more than touching.”

She nipped my lip and I groaned, my cock twitching painfully. “As long as it includes spending the night in your arms, my vote is option two.”

Choirs of angels started singing in my head. I tore my mouth from hers, firmly gripped her hand again, and practically dragged her down the street to the hotel. It was extremely late, so I didn’t worry about anyone recognizing me as we rushed through the lobby and into an elevator being held open for us by an attendant. He began to step inside to operate it, but I waved my penthouse key, then put three hundred dollar bills in his hand and pushed him back out. He was laughing when the doors closed.

Our mouths found each other like magnets, unable to stay away. I couldn’t find my finesse and roughly pushed Brooklynn’s back up against the wall, shoving her skirt up and grabbing her thighs. She moaned and her hips bucked when I lifted her and her legs circled my waist. “I need you, Brooklynn,” I rasped. “Need to be inside you. Tell me I can have that,” I demanded. “Tell me I can fuck you.”

“Yes,” she breathed. Any remains of the dam that had been holding me back were washed away. If the elevator hadn’t glided to a halt and dinged, I probably would have taken her right there, up against the wall. I didn’t put her down when I stepped out, I kept my hands firmly under her backside, keeping her close as we stumbled into the hotel suite.

Normally, we didn’t rent the big, expensive rooms. It seemed like a waste since all we did was crash there for a few hours. But this time, I told Noah to book me the penthouse. I wanted complete privacy when I brought Brooklynn back to the hotel. Sure, it was a little cocky, but a guy could hope. I was a Boy Scout, so I believed in “always be prepared.”

Brooklynn’s hands traveled down my chest to tunnel back up under my shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. After descending again, she grabbed the hem and raised it until I was forced to stop kissing her so she could tug it over my head. Her legs were clamped tight around me, keeping her from falling in the few seconds it took to remove my sweater. Carefully, since my lips were, once again, ravishing hers, I made my way back to one of the bedrooms, kicking the partially open double doors out of my way.

I stumbled when my legs hit the bed and quickly turned so that we fell onto my back with her on top of me. More than ready to see all of her, I sat up and pressed kisses down along her jaw, then ran my tongue down the column of her neck, while my hands drew up her top. Leaning back, I whipped it over her head, then frowned because I could hardly see her. “Light,” I grunted, stretching to my left, blindly searching for a lamp. Finally, I felt a plastic stick, more than likely a remote of some kind. Grasping it, I brought it close and hit the first button. The lamps on both sides of the bed flicked on, bathing the room in a soft glow.

I flung the remote somewhere and focused back on the woman in my arms. “You are so damn beautiful, Brooklynn.” She was panting, the movement making her black lace covered breasts rise and fall. Her position, straddling my lap on her knees, put her tits at the perfect level and I licked my lips, eager for a taste. Moving in, I kissed the valley between the two mounds, both hands making quick work of the clasp on her back. I let it go and the lace fell away, baring the two most perfect tits I’d ever seen. They were full and lush, tipped with rosy red nipples, peaked by desire. I licked each tip and blew a little to make them harden even more. Then I drew her bra all the way off and dropped it to the floor before greedily latching on to one bud. Sucking, licking, biting, becoming more aggressive in reaction to her escalating cries of passion.

Her hands fisted in my hair, holding my head to her chest, while hers was thrown back, displaying the elegant line of her neck and her curtain of ebony hair hanging long and straight behind her. I released her nipple with a pop and a quick kiss, then switched to the other to give it equal attention. “Your sweet nipples taste like cherries, baby,” I mumbled. “Did you know that I fucking love cherry?”

Brooklynn stilled and her hands pushed my head away. I flicked my gaze up with surprise to find her watching me warily. “Baby?” I asked as I sat up straight. “Brooklynn?”

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