The Fall Up (The Fall Up, #1)(26)

“Not if you’re occupying my mouth and hands,” I smarted back.

Then, without warning, I drove hard inside her.

We both cried a blessed curse then stilled to allow our bodies time to adjust. For me, adjusting meant spending the moment pleading with my balls not to fire off inside her.

“Are you okay?” I panted.

“I’m going to come as soon as you move. Fair warning.”

I chuckled then stared at my cock slowly sliding out before filling her again.

“Ahhhh!” she cried out in ecstasy. “Stop watching and kiss me.”

I wouldn’t deny her that. I was desperate for her mouth again anyway. Dropping to my elbows, I less-than-gently covered her mouth.

Mmmm…mangos.

Levee clung to my back as her muscles tensed around my cock with every swipe of my tongue in her mouth. I didn’t even need to move, but as her hips began to rock against me, it became obvious she did.

Looping an arm under her leg, I pressed it up to her shoulder, opening her even wider for me. With her nails raking up my back, I pumped into her. She wasn’t exaggerating. Approximately four thrusts later, she came while crying my name. With her tight * milking me as she lost herself beneath me, I didn’t make it much longer before I joined her.

I came on promises of giving her more.

What worried me was I didn’t even know what kind of more I was offering.

The words didn’t feel sexual even as I emptied inside her.

I just knew I wanted to give it to her.

So. Much. More.





FRESH FROM A shower where Sam had used his fingers to give me earth-shaking orgasm number two, I watched him, wrapped in only a towel, smoking on my balcony. He was so obviously freezing his ass off, but it was a glorious sight. I hated that he was a smoker—but, God, he looked sexy as he did it.

It was after three a.m. when my phone started ringing on my nightstand. It was Henry, and while it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to drunk dial, it still worried me that he’d call so late.

I snatched it up immediately. “Hello?”

“Tell me he’s lying?”

“What?”

“Please God, Levee. Tell me he’s full of shit and you aren’t seriously trying to kill yourself.”

I froze. “What are you talking about? Who?”

“Whoever that guy is you’re sleeping with!” he yelled before getting himself back in check. “He told Devon you go up to that bridge every night to jump. Damn it, Levee, what the hell are you thinking?”

My heart began to race as the blood drained from my face. “It’s not. I mean… I’m… I don’t….” I stumbled over my words as my eyes lifted to Sam on the other side of the glass.

“Stewart is losing his f*cking mind right now that Devon was just this guy’s first stop before heading to the press.”

Oh God.

“Just tell me this is some kind of rumor.”

As if he could sense my distress, Sam turned to face me. His golden eyes locked with mine, immediate concern painted his face.

“What?” he mouthed.

I couldn’t reply.

Not to Sam.

Not to Henry.

Not even to myself.

It wasn’t true.

It also wasn’t a lie.

“Oh God,” Henry gasped when my silence told him more than my words ever could.

Sam regarded me warily for several seconds before he dropped his cigarette and headed my way.

My world began to move in slow motion even as my mind frantically swirled.

He told Devon.

Betrayal chilled my veins, sending a shiver down my back.

“Levee?” Henry said, reminding me that I still had the phone to my ear.

“Yeah,” I whispered absently, my eyes glued to Sam as he slid the balcony door open. A gust of wind blew the curtains in the air as he entered.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a half hour, okay? Stay put. We’ll figure this out.”

“I’m…really… I’m….umm….” My chin quivered as Sam stopped in front of me and tilted his head in a silent question. “I’m fine,” I finished. A tear escaped my eye as Sam physically flinched from the word, immediately folding me into his arms.

“What’s going on?” he questioned softly.

Why would he do this to me?

“I’ll be there in a half hour,” Henry repeated. “Devon’s on his way now. Hang tight.”

But I couldn’t do that at all. The man who had been the only thing grounding me for the last week had just sold me out. The terrifying free fall rushed up at me from the ground, all but swallowing me even as I stood wrapped in his safe arms.

He wouldn’t really tell anyone else… Would he?

If word got out that I was some sort of suicidal basket case, there was no way they’d let me help out at the hospitals anymore.

My pulse raced, and my hands got clammy.

I wouldn’t let him take that from me—from them.

My ears pounded, leaving me unable to make out the words Sam was repeating into my hair. I wasn’t sure if they were questions or soothing sentiments; it just broke my heart that he was uttering them.

He was the bandage—and, now, the wound.