I’m setting the springs on the reformer while waiting for Levi to show up for today's session.
Things have been quiet since we watched Charlie’s game the other night. I think his mind is still reeling a bit from everything that’s happened, so I’ve given him some space, save for the couple of sessions we’ve had. His shoulder is starting to make good progress and I think his mentality is playing a huge part in that, his guard is finally coming down allowing me to do my job effectively.
Levi enters silently, closing the door behind him with a soft click. I glance up at him, dressed in his usual black shorts and white tee, his brown curls untamed, and ruffled from sleep.
I give him a small smile which he returns, and I gesture toward the reformer. “Alright, let’s get started. How’s the shoulder feeling this morning?”
He kneels onto the bed, nodding as he juts out his bottom lip while contemplating his answer. “Not perfect, but I’m feeling much better than I was two weeks ago.”
My smile widens. Such good news. It’s working and he’s eating his words. I love it.
“Alright, Carter.” I point to the mirrors at the back of the room. “Let’s go into our chest openers. Kneeling nice and high. Sit up nice and tall. Roll your shoulders down away from your ears.” I bring my hands to his shoulders, adjusting his position slightly to try to encourage the relaxation of his muscles.
“Belly button to spine, switch on those abs, babe.” I feel a shudder sweep through him before he recovers. I hand him a strap for his right hand before I begin to cue him through the movement. “Inhale to prepare.” He breathes in, “Now exhale as you sweep your arm behind your body, opening through that chest.” He follows my instructions, keeping his movements nice and slow, focusing on the control. “Beautiful, Levi. Really, really nice.”
He stays slow on the return, before resetting and heading into the next rep, my eyes watching him carefully, a proud smile gracing my lips. He works through a few more reps before I check in.
“Is the shoulder holding up? Are you ready to move on?”
He nods, biting back a grin. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s move onto the next exercise.”
“You got it, Carter. Let’s go into our narrow rows now. Hold the same position. Abs on. Start with both hands reaching out in front. Inhale, then exhale, bending through your right elbow, rotate through your torso, brush your elbow past your ribcage and squeeze at the top and slow on the return.”
He’s gritting his teeth as he works through the exercise, drawing my brows together. Noticing that he’s somewhat tense, I brush my fingers across the nape of his neck, feeling hismuscles relax under my touch. I lean down so my mouth comes to his ear. “Good boy. You’re doing so well.” I whisper, making Levi freeze.
I watch as Levi’s mind spins, before he drops the strap, turning to wind his fingers through my hair, dragging my face down to his. Our lips crash together, desperate and messy. It’s the first time I’ve felt Levi really lose any sense of control of his actions and the thought that I’m the one who does this to him drives me crazy. My desire for him is overwhelming, and I’ll have him in any way that I can.
He manoeuvres himself off the reformer, so that he's able to stand, once again towering over me. I sink my fingers into his hair, sealing my body tightly to his. I feel his hardness between us causing a soft moan to escape my lips.
“Scar,” He rasps, leaving feather-like kisses down my jaw and neck. I tip my head back to give him better access, using my hands in his hair to help guide him.
Pulling him back, I drag his mouth back to mine, not wasting any time as I slip my tongue in to meet his, tasting him. My lungs burn for air and the need to breathe, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. He caresses my mouth with each sweep of his tongue, electricity shooting down my spine.
I pull away, Levi chasing after my mouth. I place one chaste kiss on his swollen lips before placing a hand on his chest and stepping back.
I arch a brow at him in challenge. Grasping the bottom of my tank, I pull it up and over my head, leaving me topless in the middle of the Pilates room.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
LEVI
My gaze snaps wide in surprise as Scarlett rids herself of her tank top before she digs her fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties, pulling them off and throwing them off to the side.
My eyes take her in slowly. Her long, defined legs, to her perfectly sculpted waist, to her perky breasts. I move up to her elegant neck, her pink, pouty lips, swollen from our kisses, until my eyes meet her green ones. She looks beautiful, her confidence radiating off her, assured in what she wants. And I’m just so lucky that what she wants now is me.
She keeps saying this is only temporary, but my feelings didn’t seem to get the memo. But for now, I’ll settle for the parts of that she lets me have, and I’ll cherish them.
Moving forward slowly, she takes my hand, pulling me away from the side of our reformer. She leans down, adjusting something. I’m not sure what, though, because while she’s doingthat, I’m too busy looking at her full round ass. I bite back a groan.
She turns back to me, giving me her signature smirk. She lies down on the bed and my brows draw together, not exactly knowing what she is doing here. She grabs onto the straps from behind her head, hooking each of her legs in, up to her thighs. She hoists herself up, her abs becoming more defined as she’s tilted up and spreads herself open for me.
Holy shit.
“I think good boys deserve to be rewarded, Levi. What do you think?”
I lick my lips, my pulse racing as I take in the sight in front of me. Her pink pussy, open and glistening for me. My mouth is watering from the sight of her open and ready for me to devour.
I swallow, Scarlett’s gaze pinning me in place as I nod slowly. I feel stuck in place, absolutely transfixed and my mind spinning at what’s unfolding in this room.
