Chapter 39 - Levana
Out on the porch, Istood staring at the blossoming green garden, my father’s pride and joy, in front of me. White-washed walls edged by little pink flowers surrounded the property. To my right was the driveway ending in a double garage and on my left, a pool, complete with a barbeque area. “Why do I do this to myself?” I muttered walking toward a trampoline that stood near the pool. Eliana and I used it as a diving board into the pool.
Because sometimes women think they need a man’s validation to make them feel desirable.
I recalled Aunt Trina’s words. Ironically given the first time Saint unknowingly broke my heart. Shaking my head, I climbed up onto the trampoline and began a slow bounce, allowing my body to relax into the motion. I was done chasing Saint.Yeah, right,my subconscious counteracted. “You said the same thing before, didn’t you,” I grunted as my momentum picked up speed. Raising my hands high above my head, I jumped harder and higher enough to see over the boundary wall into the neighbour’s yard. “Screw you, Mr Sinclair. You’re not winning this time,” I shouted breaking into a laughing fit. As I slowly rotated mid-air, I immediately choked on the giggles when my eyes clashed with his.
Arms crossed over his chest, he stood at the threshold of the back door, watching me. God, why was that man so damn hot, scowling face and all. My pussy clenched in agreement.
“Am I,” he asked, walking toward me.
I didn’t bother replying. “Join me,” I urged instead. He shook his head. “You’re so lame,” I retorted, earning a raised brow. Slowing down, I walked to the edge of the trampoline and when I stopped bobbing up and down, said, “I don’t see it. Come closer please.”
“See what?” He frowned nearing me. I made a show of scrutinizing his hair. “What are you looking for, Levana?”
“Nope, don’t see it.” Leaning back slightly, I cocked my head to the side. “The gray hairs, you know, since you’re too old to jump—” A loud shriek ripped from lips as he yanked my ankles from under me. I fell backward hitting the stiff material with a hard bounce.
Laughing uncontrollably, I clutched my stomach, but my bouncing body came to an abrupt halt by Saint’s large, firm frame covering mine. Unconsciously, my legs widened making room for him and as he slipped into place, I felt his hard cock against my crotch. Warmth filled every vein, and I lifted my body without thinking. In turn, he flexed his hips, grinding into me. Moaning, I grasped his shoulders wanting more of that mind blowing friction that seemed to make me pant. Everything about this man was a breathless treat.
Gripping both my hands, he held them above my head. “You want to bounce, little lady.” He nipped my chin.
Not giving me a chance to question him, he released my throat and dipped his hand between our bodies. Cupping my mound, his strong fingers dug into the soft flesh. I gasped. “What are...” you doing, died on my lips when one of his fingers delved deeper, shoving aside my panties to slip into my suddenly very wet pussy. Even the thought of my father coming down the driveway and catching us in this position had no effect on the millions of tiny pricks shooting up my spine.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, his tone a throaty growl.
“Saint,” I breathed.
“Now.” There was no arguing with that voice. I pushed out my legs giving him easier access.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I remembered we were out in the open. The boundary walls around the property were high but still not enough to hide us from the neighbours with two story homes. “My father...” Saint added another finger, sending my thought process to shit. “Oh, God,” I cried out.
“What’s wrong, Snow, is this not what you wanted since the day I arrived at Winthrop High?” His thumb pressed down on my clit and my eyes slid shut—a low whimper stealing its way pass my lips. “Wanting me to fuck you?” he growled. “Wanting me to eat your beautiful pussy on my desk?” He pumped harder and my hips bucked up. “Wanting me to bend you over my bike and fuck you from behind?”
“God, Saint,” I panted, arching into his fingers slipping deeper inside me, touching the very core connected to every nerve ending in my body. I felt him in places I didn’t think possible or this pleasurable.
“Open your eyes,” it wasn’t a subtle command, I felt the energy vibrate off him. Was he just as affected? I did as he asked, looking straight into emerald orbs the colour of raw desire, square jaw clenched tight in concentration, answering my question. “Look at me when you come, Snow. I want to see those pretty blue eyes fill with pleasure.” For all the teasing I’d initiated, embarrassment crept up my already flushed cheeks and biting my lip, I shook my head trying to ignore that familiar burn curling its way up from the tips of my toes. “I’m not asking,” he warned. “Close your eyes again, and I’ll walk away.”
“I don’t want to come like this,” I heard myself saying and winced.
Saint stopped moving his fingers but kept them inside me. “You don’t?” The hoarse thickness of his voice told me that right now, I’d get anything I asked for. There was no turning back. I shook my head. “I want you inside me,” I whispered.
He smirked. “I am inside you. Would you like to be a little more specific?”
“You know what I mean.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he sucked first the one then the other. I blushed while my body burned with the loss. “No, I don’t, and I know you can be cheekily descriptive when you want to.”
