Forged in Stone - Alyssa Rose Ivy Page 0,71
pajama shorts. “I know one way to relieve all of your tension.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” I teased. Levi loved when I teased.
“You want me to show you?” He pulled my shorts and shirt all the way down my legs, before slowly following them with my panties.
“I’m not sure. I’ll have to think about it.”
He moved beside me, and I knew he was removing his boxers.
“That’s fine. Take all the time you need to decide.” His hand moved between my legs. I pretended to try to keep him out, but my willpower didn’t last long before I very willingly opened up to him. “I promise not to rush you, just take your time.”
I closed my eyes and relaxed down into the bed. There were some luxuries in life I would never trade—like a really nice mattress. Well, and a husband like Levi.
“Any progress? Still thinking?” His free hand ran up and down my body while still keeping us covered by the sheet.
“I have to do one more thing before I decide.” I took him in my hand.
He moaned. “Now you can really take all the time you need.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah? What made you change your mind?”
“You kill me, Al. You kill me.”
“Calling me Al again?” I opened my legs wider, hoping to send a message that I was ready for more of him.
“You like it. I like it. Why not use it?”
“With that same logic, why aren’t you inside me right now? I like it. You like it.”
“You mean I love it. You love it.”
“Same thing,” I teased.
“Not the same thing at all.” He removed his hand, but I didn’t complain. I knew exactly what was about to happen.
“Remind me. I think I need a refresher.” I grinned.
“Oh, I’ll give you a refresher.” He thrust into me and everything else disappeared. I held onto him, letting all my stresses and fears fade away. I was with Levi, and he was with me. Forever. We could handle everything, even the kind of everything that would change our relationship in a way nothing else ever had or would.
LEVI
Something was up with Allie. I knew it in every grain of my body, but I chose to ignore it for the time being. She wanted to figure out whatever it was on her own, and pushing her would only make her think I didn’t trust her. I wasn’t going down that road again.
I kept my word and served her breakfast in bed. I went with the strawberry French toast she always loved and coffee served exactly the way she liked it. Milk and a little bit of sweetener. Some things hadn’t changed in the time we’d been together, but others had. She wasn’t the same girl she was when she first arrived in New Orleans, but then again I wasn’t the same guy I was before I met her. Our time together had changed me in all the best ways.
If I’d had the option, I would have worked from home, but that wasn’t in the cards. Things were out of control with The Society, and as much as I wanted to spend every minute of my life with Allie, that was impossible. If I’d tried she would have kicked me out anyway. Allie was big on facing our responsibilities.
I tried to push my worries out of my head as I worked, but by lunch time I had given up. She was definitely upset about something, but it wasn’t me. The amazing sex from the night before helped assuage those fears.
A knock on the door snapped me out on the reminiscing. “Yes?”
“It’s me. Can I come in?” Owen, my chief advisor called.
“Sure.”
He pushed open the door and took a seat in front of my desk without me telling him to. He was used to my office, and he had no problem making himself at home.
“What’s up? Any news on the uprising?”
“No. Nothing new. Things are calm for the time being.” He picked up the mug on my desk and turned it around in his hand.
“It’s only the calm before the storm.”
He set the mug down. “True… but I’ll take the calm when I get the opportunity.”
“If things are calm, then what are you doing here?”
“Glad I can only come visit my friend if things are bad.” He stretched and put his hands behind his head.
“You’re always welcome, but you never stop by without a reason. You’re too hard of a worker.”
“Like you should talk. Has Allie even seen you this week?”
“She saw me last