Page 38 of Another Postcard

“You agreed to keep this on the down-low for a while,” I hissed, trying not to disturb Matteo.

“I did. But you sleep with me, this is not a negotiation.” He kept his voice low as well.

“I can’t sneak in at night and back out every morning so they don’t know. That’s ridiculous.”

“It is. Which is why you won’t be doing that. You’re moving into my room.”

I reared back in shock. “I can’t do that! How is that keeping it under the radar? They’ll all know we’re sleeping together!

Levi sighed and put his hands on my shoulders, turning me so I faced away from him, then shuffling us until we were walking toward his room. “Baby, you’re crazy if you think they don’t already know. And, don’t pretend what we were doing isn’t more than casual fucking. It pisses me off.”

We’d entered his room and he’d taken me all the way to the bed. He didn’t bother with the light, just set about undressing me. I was too lost in my head to protest. On one hand, I was a little mortified at the idea of everyone knowing we were having sex. On the other, I was floating in the comfort of knowing Levi still wanted more with me.

I stood and stepped into him, suddenly realizing that we were both fabulously naked. My hands smoothed a path up his chest, over his shoulders, and locked behind his neck. Standing on tiptoe, I brushed my lips against his. He instantly took over, deepening the kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth, his hands grabbing my ass and holding me tight against him. I moaned and he tore his mouth away, dropping his forehead to rest against mine. “We have to stop,” he panted.

“No, we don’t.” I searched out his lips and sucked him into another soul-wrenching kiss. One of his hands blazed a trail down over my ass cheek, until he could touch my pussy. He rubbed a finger over my clit and I shuddered and moaned. Then he started to slowly push inside and this time, when I groaned, it was a sound of pain. He immediately removed his hand and I heard him suck it clean before sweeping me off of my feet and laying me on the bed.

“I was right,” he grumbled, “You’re too sore.”

I wanted to argue, but damn it, he was right. I was still raw and when he’d entered me, the sting and burn had brought tears to my eyes.

Levi pulled the covers over me, then went around to the other side of the bed and joined me. He tucked me into his embrace and kissed my temple. “Sleep, baby.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. He was so sweet, unbelievably sexy, and I was starting to believe that he was truly mine.

“Levi, more monkey business,” Sasha called as she stepped onto the bus. We’d performed in Indianapolis and had just finished our concert in Chicago before boarding the buses for the night drive to Atlanta. She must have checked in with Erin or 2.0 and took charge of the mail. We were all haphazardly sprawled around the living room, including Kristi, since Jonas had to head home for a couple of weeks. Levi sat in the corner of the couch with me tucked into his side.

Sasha tossed his stack in his lap and I snatched up the postcard to take a look at it. I rolled my eyes when I saw a chimpanzee sitting on a toilet, looking shocked like someone had just walked in on him. Ewwww. And, “him” wasn’t exactly the right term. The sender had drawn on girly eyelashes and lipstick. There was no cute saying on the front this time but I flipped it over and saw the message in familiar typing.

Levi,

No matter what I’m doing, I’m always thinking about you.

“Good grief, I hope that’s not true,” I muttered, wrinkling my nose in disgust. Levi took the card and glanced at both sides, then laughed his ass off for a good five minutes while the card was passed around. There were varying reactions, generally the girls were grossed out and the guys thought it was hilarious. When it came back, I checked the mailing address and frowned when I realized it had been mailed directly to the P.O. box in Chicago that everything was forwarded to. It wasn’t a public address like the one where fan mail and other band business was mailed to. Odd. The postmark was from a post office in the Bronx. I shook my head. There are weirdos everywhere, but New York City definitely had more than its share.

When I started yawning in earnest, Levi dragged me up to bed, all the while I blushed from head to toe and avoided all the watchful eyes. I wanted to be with him again, but I had to admit, I was really self-conscious about the possibility of our friends hearing us having sex. It didn’t matter that night anyway, Levi could tell I was still a little sore and he refused to put me in any more pain. I was starting to feel sexually frustrated and restless, but, like the last couple of nights spent in his arms, I slept better than I ever had. I completely relaxed, feeling safe and (I hoped) loved.

22

Brooklynn

Levi was chucklingwhen I came down the stairs, still waking up and in serious need of coffee. The last week had been grueling. We’d played, Atlanta, Jacksonville, Miami, and Tampa. The concerts were back to back with the only break being an extra night in Tampa. Levi and I had made excellent use of that night though, checking into the hotel as soon as we arrived and with the exception of the concert, never leaving our room until it was time to board the bus. Thankfully, we were also getting an extra night in New Orleans, where we would be arriving in a couple of hours.

I poured a steaming cup of ambrosia and took a sip, sighing contentedly when strong arms closed around me. “Morning, baby,” Levi crooned and nibbled on my ear. “Fuck, I love your body.” One of his hands drifted up to cup my breast and I half melted, half freaked the fuck out.

“Levi!” I hissed trying to twist and go up on my tiptoes to peer over his shoulder and see if we were alone. His low chuckle in my ear had all the right places tingling.

“It’s not like anyone would be surprised to see me groping my woman. I guarantee they all knew what was happening last night with all the noise you were making. Not that it bothers me, I fucking love it when you’re loud.”

I gasped, embarrassed but so fucking turned on. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?” he purred, licking the shell of my ear. He moved both hands up under my shirt and tugged my bra down so he could palm both of my breasts and squeeze them. I moaned and tightened my inner muscles, trying to relieve the ache he was causing. “I bet I could make you so hot, you’d let me make you come right here in the kitchen where anyone could walk in on us.”

Unexpectedly, the thought of someone catching us made me burn even more and I bit my lip, trying to swallow my moan. He started plucking, pinching, and twisting my nipples and my hips involuntarily bucked in rhythm with him. He dropped a hand to the waistband of my yoga pants and slid down beneath it. One long finger dragged up the center of my pussy and I had to lift my arms and grab onto his neck when my legs turned to Jell-O. “You’re so fucking wet, Brooklynn. All that honey for me. It’s intoxicating.”

He started to thrust his finger inside me, then two, sawing them until I turned my head into his neck to muffle my moans. His other hand left my breast and joined the first one in my pants. He used it to spread my pussy lips, while the other continued to plunge in and out, then he pressed the heel to my clit and I bit his neck to keep from screaming as I blew apart.

Without warning, he swept me up into his embrace and stalked to the music room, slamming and locking the door behind him. He carried me over to the piano and sat my butt right down onto the keys, tearing my shirt over my head. His mouth came down on mine and I gasped when I felt him rip the seam of my pants and then shred the panties that were ruined anyway. He yanked down the cups of my bra and bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. I moaned and the clinking sound of his belt being undone heightened my desperation to have him inside me.

His pants fell to his knees when he straightened and he gripped my hips, yanking me forward as he slammed inside me. I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep quiet but he snarled and ripped it away. “This room is sound proof, baby. I want to hear—fuck, Ineedto hear you.” His eyes locked onto mine, neither of us able to look away as he slowly withdrew, then slammed back in, shoving my ass into the keys. My cry of pleasure drowned out their discordant notes. He drove in a couple more times then lifted me up a few inches and, staying inside me, he dropped down to the piano bench. He straddled it and I did the same to him. It kept my legs fully spread open so he could thrust up so, so deep.

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