The Bourbon Thief(88)
“You want it?” Levi asked in her ear, his hot breath tickling her bare neck.
“I want it.”
“Take it, then,” he said, pushing his pelvis into hers.
Tamara guided him and he plunged inside her with a thrust, filling her completely, so completely she cried out again and nearly came from the penetration alone. He lifted her and settled her over his hips and thighs so that her feet were off the ground, pinning her with his cock to the wall behind her. He yanked the straps of her dress down her arms and pushed it all the way to her waist. He grasped her bare breasts in his hands the way she loved, tugging on her nipples, pulling on them, dipping his head to suck them and lick them. Tamara writhed on him, barely able to move, but moving as much as she could. Her vagina squeezed him and Levi gasped. He pushed into her with quick rough thrusts and she came hard, muffling her scream of pleasure by burying her mouth against his shoulder. He drove his own orgasm into hers, hard enough it hurt against the wall, but she didn’t care. Soon he’d be treating her like a glass doll, so she had to enjoy his lust for her while she could until she could have it all again. Levi slowed down, pulled out to the tip and slid back. He did it again, drawing it out and pushing it back as Tamara’s body throbbed around him. She was going to come again if he didn’t stop doing that, fucking her so slow and hard and deep. He didn’t stop. Tamara clutched his shoulders and arched her back to give herself room to move. She sank down onto him, moaning as he filled her.
“Show-off,” she panted. She knew Levi. She knew he was showing her what she could have had on her birthday if her mother hadn’t chosen that moment to ruin her life.
The wood behind her was smooth, painted and slick, and she slid up and down it as Levi worked her up and down on him, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples hard as stones and her body ready to burst from the mad ecstasy of being used like this. She couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of Levi. They would be lovers forever and this child inside her was only the first of many they would have. Levi was beautiful and smart and the world needed half a dozen of him at least. And their children would be Shelbys, not Maddoxes, and because Levi was good, they would be good. Their sons would be generous and kind and their daughters would be wise and strong. And they would never ever meet their grandmother. And there on the cusp of perfect happiness, Tamara came again, rocking and shuddering in Levi’s arms as he pounded his own climax into her, filling her and filling her until she couldn’t take any more.
Carefully Levi let her feet down to the floor as he pulled out of her.
“You all right, Rotten?” He cupped her face, kissed her burning cheeks.
“Never better.” She grinned up at him, feeling drunk with her happiness. “I feel...”
“What?”
“Wet.” Tamara clamped her legs together. “Very wet.”
Levi laughed sheepishly. “We had gone a whole twenty-four hours without doing that.”
“I need a paper towel. Or maybe a beach towel.”
“There might be a towel in my old office. Stay here.”
Tamara straightened her dress and Levi went to the tiny “office” he’d made for himself at the other end of the barn. There’d never been much in his office but for a small desk, a telephone, all the horses’ medical records and a first-aid kit. Maybe the first-aid kit was still in there. She might need it. The barn was painted and the wood was sanded, but she had an itching feeling like she’d gotten a splinter in her back.
Tamara started to walk out of the stall, but she caught a glimpse of something on the ground. Kicking the straw aside, she saw a glint of gold. The ankle bracelet with the horse charm on it Levi had given her on her birthday. Tamara had dropped it when her mother had dragged her from the barn. She thought she’d never see it again.
“Levi?” Tamara called out. Levi didn’t answer. She ran from the stall to his office.
“Levi, you won’t believe it. I found the bracelet you gave me for my big fat wrist. It’s been here the whole—”
She stepped into the office and stopped dead, cold and scared.
Levi held a letter in his hands. An open letter. The envelope on his desk said “Tamara and Levi” in her mother’s handwriting.
“Levi?” Tamara heard the fear in her voice. “Remember, you said she’d try to hurt us. You said you wouldn’t let her hurt us.”
Slowly Levi looked up from the letter, looked at her. Then he bent over at the waist like he was about to be sick. The letter fell from his hands. Tamara grabbed it off the ground.
“Levi, what—”
“Read it.”
Tamara and Levi—
I left copies of this letter where you two were sure to find one. I have tried in vain for weeks to contact you through Daniel Headley’s office. In desperation, I have given up the legal suit in the hopes you two would finally come home. There is no easy way to say this, but just to say it. Tamara, I received your note about your marriage where you informed me that you knew the truth about Nash and that he was not your father. You said you knew Daniel Headley was your father. That is not the truth. The truth is that George Maddox is your real father. And he is Levi’s real father.
There is more to this story, but that is all you need to know. If you don’t believe me, I have a letter from Nash, his suicide note he mailed me, that will tell you everything I have told you.