Page 26 of Protecting Tiffani

“Same goes for you, no lying!” She counters me like she always does. If she isn’t careful with that smart mouth, I’m going to get hard again, then she will never get to work.

“Fine, question for question. I’ll start. Why are you working at a laundry mat instead of an accounting firm like you always wanted?”

“Going straight for the juggler, huh? Because it’s the only job I could get with no experience and no college degree.” She sits up, placing a pillow over her legs. I move to mirror her but keep the cover over my waist. “Why did you show up last night?”

“I already told you, I heard about the tornado heading toward town, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” No lies there. I was terrified the whole way to town, afraid I wouldn’t beat the storm there.

“Why didn’t you go to college?” I grab her hand, lacing my fingers with hers.

“Couldn’t afford it.” She shrugs her shoulders, trying to act like she doesn’t care, but I know she does. All she could talk about was going to college with Emilee and Parker. “Why did you enlist in the Marines?”

Fuck I need more from her before I can answer that question. “Before I answer that, can I ask you one more question?”

Her eyes narrow into slits, “Why?”

“Just humor me. What happened between you and your parents?” Her eyes widen, but she answers me.

“Their ridiculous rules are what happened. I refused to start dating the sheriff’s son, they kicked me out, disowned me, and cut me off.” She looks down, shame written all over her face. Placing my finger under her chin, I raise her head back up. She has nothing to be ashamed of. I already hated her parents but hearing how they tried to force her to date someone else, especially someone like Steven, makes me hate them even more.

“Why…” She pulls her head and hands away from me, shaking her head.

“No, you asked two questions and I answered both of them. Answer mine, why did you enlist in the military when you never said one word about wanting to go? Why did you leave me? Explain like you promised, or I’m out of here, Levi. I can’t do this anymore.” She throws the pillow off her lap and tries to get off the bed, but my big body is blocking her. “Get out of my way, Levi. If you aren’t going to explain anything, then what am I doing here? My feelings aren’t a fucking joke. Move.” She tries to push me, but this time I’m ready for it.

“Stop fucking trying to leave all the time.” I wrap my hands around her wrist to stop her.

“Why? You did?” she screams at me.

“I left because I wasn’t good enough for you,” I scream back at her and instantly feel bad for it when she moves back so she’s flush against the wall. “God damn it, I’m sorry for yelling, but you wouldn’t stop trying to leave. I didn’t think I was good enough to be with someone like you. You had your whole life ahead of you. It was all planned out. You got accepted to every college you applied to. I didn’t apply because I knew my family didn’t have the money to send me. My grades were okay but not good enough to get a scholarship. I would have held you back, and we both know it.” The half-truth falls quickly from my mouth. I felt all that, but I loved her and was selfish back then. I wasn’t going anywhere, not until her dad showed up. “I enlisted into the Marines because of the bonus. I used that money to pay off this house for my parents so they wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. I left you holding my bleeding heart in that school because I had heard and read what girlfriends went through when they were left behind. I refuse to do that to you. I loved you too much.” That part is the truth. I deposited that check into my account and paid off the mortgage on the house for Dad and Mom.

“Wasn’t that my choice to make? To decide if I wanted to go through whatever you read about? If you only opened that mouth of yours and talked to me, you would have known that I would have stood beside you. Supported you however I fucking could. I would have been there the whole way through everything. But you took that choice away from me. You decided for me, and that’s unfair,” she screams at me through tears. I fucking hate seeing her cry and can’t keep myself away anymore. Pulling her to me, I turn and scoot until my back hits the headboard, settling her on my lap.

“It was your choice, but I didn’t want to hear that I wasn’t important enough to you for you to go through all that,” I whisper, and damn, that’s the most truthful thing I’ve said to her this morning. Even I didn’t know that. But it’s true. I could have told her what happened between her father and me. Tiffani turned eighteen the day before graduation, the threat was over then, but I had already signed on the dotted line. I could have told her, just like I can now, but I decided not to. Back then, it was because I still feared her father would cut her off, and I was worried she wouldn’t see me as someone worth giving it all up for. After all, if my own mother wouldn’t give up anything for me, why would someone else?

“No, Levi, you were important enough. Fuck, you still are.” She pushes through my hands that are holding her face, placing her lips against mine. They are wet from her tears but warm against my own. My eyes close, and my hands tangle in her hair, as I get lost in the sensation of our lips working together, trying to make up for the lost time. She scoots further into my chest, pulling a moan from my throat, making my lips part. She takes the opportunity to explore my mouth, and I worry about morning breath. But I’m not going to stop this from happening. I just bared a part of myself that even I didn’t know was there, and Tiffani isn’t running from me. Tilting her head, she deepens the kiss even further. The more pressure she applies, the quicker my dick hardens under her. Her fingers run through my hair, pushing it back away from us.

“Tiffani,” I whisper against her lips.

“No, shut up, Levi. Let me prove to you that I fucking love you. Let me show you how much you fucking mean to me,” she whispers back. Pressing against me, sucking my bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbles on it, and I moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure soaring through me.

“You don’t have to do that with sex, baby.” My hands move from her hair, gripping her waist, helping her move over me. My actions are the complete opposite of what I just said.

“I want to. God, I want you so much right now,” she moans. Her hands move down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Scooting her hips back, she wraps her hands around my hard shaft, stroking me. They feel like velvet silk wrapped around me. I’m trying to hold on to the fact that my mom is undoubtedly awake right now.

“God damn, baby, that feels so fucking good, but are you sure? Mom’s here.” I groan out as she squeezes me just like I love.

“Yes.” Her eyes are glued to her hands, watching what she’s doing to me. Fuck it. If she is okay with Mom hearing, so am I. Pushing her hands away, I move us both until she is on her back.

“Take your sweatpants off. Show me what I do to you since you can clearly see what you do to me.” Her hands waste no time pushing the pants down her legs, baring her glistening pussy to me. The sight makes me weak in the knees. “Fuck, look at you all wet for me.” Balling up the pants, I toss them toward the door. Placing my hand on her chest, I push her to lie back down.

“Levi, please, I need you,” she whines, rubbing her thighs together, making a mess with the juices leaking out of her. Spreading her legs wide, I lower my head to the place I have fucking missed so much. I slowly clean her thighs groaning when her taste explodes on my tongue. Once I have gotten all her juices, I move up. Flattening my tongue, I swipe it straight up to her clit, flicking her bundle of nerves. Her hips buck off the bed into me, but I use my hands to hold her down.

Her hands pull at my hair. “More Levi.” Grinning, I plunge my tongue into her warm, tight hole, feeling her velvet walls clench around it. She’s close, real close. Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I work her until she’s making a mess on my sheets. Sucking her clit fully into my mouth, I bite gently down. Her walls clamp around my fingers. “Fuck, fuck.” Throwing my other hand over her mouth, I quiet her moans as she rides out her orgasm. Once her walls release my fingers, I let her clit pop out of my mouth. Her legs fall open, but I’m not done with her little body.

“On all fours,” I growl. I feel her smile beneath my hand, before she bites the flesh of my palm. “Fuck, baby. Now. before I come on my sheets like a teenager,” I demand. Like the good girl she is, she flips over, getting on her hands and knees in front of me. God damn, I love the way she looks. “Can you be quiet, or do I need to find something to shove in that pretty mouth of yours?”

Looking over her shoulder, she watches me get onto my knees, stroking the head of my dick up and down her soaked pussy. “Yes, I…” she starts to say as I push fully into her. “Yes,” she moans, moving back into me. I smirk at her because she isn’t being quiet.

“Take the shirt off, put it in your mouth,” I grit out holding myself still as much as I can. Her walls flex around me. “Fuck, baby, I can’t stay still any longer. Either put the shirt in your mouth, or my mom will hear you scream as I fuck this little body of yours.” She doesn’t take it off but pulls it up into her mouth. That will have to work because I have to move. Grabbing her hips, I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back deep into her. Fuck, she is so damn tight and warm. The moans coming from her mouth spur me on. She meets me thrust for thrust as I pick up speed. The room fills with the sound of our skin slapping. “Fuck, Tiffani,” I moan.

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