Page 199 of So This Is War
“We are,” I say. “Wylie has picked three bracelets.” Harold walks over to the right of the room where there’s a small side table that he rolls close to us.
“Wonderful, and she understands they’re permanent?”
“She does,” I say, looking into Wylie’s eyes.
“I wouldn’t want them any other way,” she says, giving me another kiss that I gladly take.
“I love them,”Wylie says as we lie in bed, naked.
The moment we got home, she led me straight back to the bedroom where she tied my hands up—which I fucking loved—and pulled out my favorite vibrator. She made it pulse against my balls as she stood above me and stripped down to nothing in an erotic dance that had my dick bobbing for release.
She teased me by bringing her pussy to my mouth so I could lap at it, then she’d slide down my body, using her breasts to rub against my skin, and occasionally play with my cock. But she teased me, fucking terribly, with her mouth, her tongue, her hands. She brought me to my apex several times before steppingaway and fingering herself, making herself come with one of my many toys. And then she’d start the process all over again, give me a small taste, rub her body over me, play with my cock, and pull away.
It was the best torture I’ve ever endured. I had precum all over my goddamn stomach, and when she finally let me come, she released my hands and let me come all over her tits and neck.
I was one happy motherfucker.
I run my finger over her bracelets and then kiss the top of her head. “I’m glad you like them. I like seeing them on you, knowing what they symbolize.”
She turns toward me and sits up so her chest rests on mine, and I can look her in the eyes. “Have you always been a possessive man?”
I push some of her hair behind her ear. “I think a part of me has. Protective instincts have always been there. But possessive over a woman, never. Not until you.”
She softly smirks. “Is it weird that I like that? That I enjoy the fact that you’ve never been with anyone else? But you find the need to be possessive over me?”
“No,” I say. “I think you like to be cherished, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I do like to be cherished. I like to feel special, and no one has made me feel that way besides you, Levi.”
“Which is fucking ridiculous,” I say. “All those idiots before me have no idea what they missed out on. Their loss, my gain.”
She moves her fingers over my chest, something I’ve come to love with her. She has no problem touching me intimately, showing me affection, and she communicates what she wants to do to me. I couldn’t have asked for anyone more perfect.
“I told Sandie about the bracelets.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “What did she say?”
“That I can’t ever let you go.”
I run my hand over her back and let it rest on her bare ass. “You need to keep Sandie around. She’s really smart.”
“She is.” She glances down at her finger playing with my chest hair as she says, “Are you going to tell your friends?”
“I want to,” I say. “It’s been killing me to keep this a secret. We’ve been playing together for a long time and tell each other everything. But this is different. I don’t think I’ve ever kept anything like this from them, but . . . I’m worried. I don’t want anything getting back to your dad.”
“I don’t either, but . . . I also want to figure this out because I don’t want to hide.”
“Me neither, babe. I hate not being able to take you out on dates or have you cheer for me at games. Fuck, I want nothing more than for you to wear my jersey and be my girl, yelling my name in the stands, but when I say that your dad is still very much on some sick, psychotic path to get you to go back to school, I’m not kidding. And I don’t want to come clean to him until you’re ready to face the backlash because there will be a lot.”
“I know.” She pauses for a moment and looks me in the eyes. “Are you worried that when he finds out that I’ll leave you?”
My jaw tenses. I need to be honest with her. “I’ve thought about it. I’ve seen how these things work, how outside stresses can hurt a relationship. I’ve seen it with my guys, and yeah, I worry that you might not want to be with me because it’s too hard.”
“I think about that too,” she says. “But with you leaving me. You thinking that I’m not worth the agony my dad will put you through when he finds out.”
I shake my head. “Not going to happen.”
“You say that now . . .”
