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Chapter 18

The Deep End

LEV

“ Y ou know I’m looking for more than that.” I say. “But if you want to hook up, just say the word.”

Her lips curl into a mischievous smile. “The word.”

We almost run back to my car, giggling at the look the waitress gave us when I asked her to box our untouched food.

“I hope she isn’t offended that we left so quickly,” Zara says, a little breathless when we reach the parking lot.

“Nah,” I reassure her. “I tipped her really well. I’m sure she’ll forgive us.”

Once our food is deposited safely in the back seat, I open the passenger door for Zara. “Hmm,” I can’t resist the temptation to go in for a kiss, caging her soft body between me and the car.

We’re one of very few vehicles parked out here tonight, but I don’t want to offer a spectacle if someone comes back to their cars.

It isn’t until I turn on the engine that it hits me that the personal chef my parents hire to cook all our meals was making something special for them to eat at home tonight.

They’re almost never home, but I can’t take Zara there if we want to be alone.

“Is everything ok?” she asks, when she notices my hesitation in leaving the parking lot.

“My parents are home tonight. I mean, we can go, but they’ll ask us to have dinner with them. And I wanted to be alone with you.”

She thinks about it. “What about my house? Mom and Scott left yesterday for their honeymoon.”

That could be a solution, but I bet every dime in my trust fund that we wouldn’t be alone. “Chance is gonna be home, and I’m gonna be a little selfish, but I want you to myself tonight, if you don’t mind.”

Zara smiles. “I don’t mind.”

“We could get a hotel room,” I continue. “But after Labor Day, everything in town closes. The only hotel open all year is The Grand Hotel, but the owner is a client of my family’s law firm and everyone knows us. Remember what we were saying about small towns? My parents would hear that I took a girl to my room within an hour.”

“Yikes.” Zara giggles.

“I think I know a place where we can park and hang out without being disturbed, if you don’t mind eating in the car.”

Zara nods. “Sounds good.”

We drive the five minutes past the marina, to Whisper Point without saying much.

I park the car by a lookout point that offers a view of the ocean. The eco-lights offer enough light to see each other without being too harsh.

“Do you want to eat now, or…” I ask, unbuckling my seatbelt.

“Or.” she answers, unbuckling her own and pulling me closer by the front of my t-shirt.

The kiss that follows is nothing like the one we shared at the restaurant.

Zara lets me in the second my lips touch hers and there’s no way I can go slow. I devour her, licking and nipping into the softness of her mouth, as my hands go on an exploration of their own.

“Hmm,” she moans when I cup her perfect tits, stroking her little hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.

Her hands find the hem of my t-shirt and trace every ridge and valley of my abs.

I’m rock hard, and I want more of her. I want everything.

I leave Zara’s tits to travel down the cinch of her waist and down the soft slope of her hips.

Her skin is as smooth as silk. I love the feel of it, as I begin to lift her dress with a clear target in mind.

She emits another soft moan when I palm the front of her pussy, feeling how wet she is for me through the lace of her panties.

“Lev,” she pulls me closer, and I kneel on the passenger seat with my legs astride her outer thighs.

I leave her mouth, kissing my way down her neck. My fingers trace the line of her slit up and down through her panties.

I’ve never wanted anyone this much. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

Zara unbuckles my belt, right when I move her panties to the side and find her clit.

“I love how wet you are for me.” I whisper.

“Your touch feels so good.” She pants.

“Zara, I’m sure you can feel how much I want you right now. But we can stop at any time. I want you to know that.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to stop.”

Thank fuck. “Wait a sec,” I cover her hand with mine when she pops the button of my jeans. “Condom.”

I turn to open the glove box and find what I’m looking for, dropping the two foil packets in the cup holder between the two front seats.

She lifts her hips to help me slide her underwear down her hips. Her pussy feels so soft and sleek, as I massage her clit, applying a little more pressure now that there’s no barrier between my fingers and her skin.

I take one of the condoms, lowering my zipper. “Yeah?” I double check.

Zara nods. “Yeah. Just…” her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth, her green eyes huge in her pretty face. “Please be gentle. It’s… I haven’t done this before.”

Her words have the effect of a bucket of ice cold water, and I drop the condom as my hand trembles. “You haven’t?” I ask, not sure if I heard her correctly.

She looks away, as if she was embarrassed. “I’m not weird. It’s just… my boarding school was an all girls school. I’ve been on a few dates here. Cal was my last boyfriend, and we didn’t…”

I’m fucking this up.

“I don’t think you’re weird.” I say, touching my forehead to hers. “Look at me, Zee. You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just that if it’s your first time, I can’t do this now.”

Her gaze hardens. She pushes me off of her, her palms planted firmly onto my chest, but I refuse to budge. She fights to push me away, but I stay the course. I love how she doesn’t take any shit, and she stands up for herself. I find her wild streak sexy as fuck, but there’s no way I’m gonna let her walk away by herself after dark. Star Cove is a relatively safe place, but she’s new in town and the public beach, after the marina, attracts all sorts of stragglers at night.

“Zara.” I force her to look at me, trapping her chin between my fingers. “Hear me out, please. Then if you’re still mad at me, I promise I’ll take you home. The reason I can’t have sex with you right now is that I don’t think your first time should be a quickie in a car. We should have a nice bed, and I should be able to take my time with you.”

Some of the tension leaves her body, but I can tell she’s still on edge.

“We can plan this right and spend the entire night together. Remember? You’re not a hookup. And I would like to wake up with you in my arms.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of her soft lips. “Right. So you get to see me with bed hair and morning breath.”

Fuck, she’s too adorable. I nip at her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth to soothe the sting I just caused. “That’s what you do with your boyfriend. Morning breath and all.”

Her brows lower in a little frown. “Boyfriend?”

It’s my turn to tense up. “Yeah, boyfriend. That’s the job description for someone you regularly go out on dates with and hopefully have sex with.”

She’s holding her breath, uncertainty marring her face.

I think I know why. “Do you want to be my girlfriend, Zee?”

“Yes.” It’s the first thing that comes out of her mouth. “But…”

I expected that. “But you also have feelings for Chance and Ares.”

She nods.

My possessive nature wars with what I think I should do. In the end, I know it’s the only way I can have a real shot with her, so I say what’s on my mind. “That isn’t a deal breaker. At least, not yet. Remember we said you could see both me and Chance and figure out whom you wanted? That hasn’t changed. The boyfriend label means that I’m going to date just you. And that anyone except Chance and Ares is off-limits.”

“But they?—”

I silence her with a finger on her lips. “The fact that your parents expect you to act like you’re siblings doesn’t change what they want. I know them as well as I know myself. They aren’t going to stay away from you, no matter what Scott says. If you choose me, I want it to be because you’re sure. Not because they’re out of the picture. But there’s no reason we shouldn’t be together while you figure things out with them.”

She considers my words. “Ok. Then, yes. I want to be your girlfriend more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

I dip my head to get a taste of her lips and seal the deal. “We should plan our second date, so that we have a bedroom, and the whole night to ourselves.”

“I’m free tomorrow,” she smiles. “And I don’t have classes on Wednesday morning, so we can take our time.”

“How about my house, then? My parents being home tonight is just a fluke. But I’ll double check. We can order takeout, and I don’t have any classes on Wednesday morning either, so I can make you my special waffles for breakfast.”

Her smile widens. “I love waffles.”

“It’s a date, then.” There’s something else I need to know. “So if I hadn’t stopped when you told me it was your first time, would you have gone all the way with me tonight?”

Zara traces my jaw with her fingers. “Yeah.”

The answer to my next question is important. “And am I the one you want to have your first time with? Not Chance? Or Ares?”

“I want you, Lev. So, yes. The thing about my first time is,” she shrugs. “I want it to be with someone I’m attracted to and who makes me feel safe. You fit that description perfectly.”

So do Chance and Ares. She doesn’t say it, but she doesn’t need to. “I’m not the only one, though.”

She pulls me closer. “Please, Lev, don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not as close to Ares as I am to you and Chance; so I don’t think we’d go there just yet. The thing with you and Chance is… I like you both so much. I’m glad you’re both being so understanding about this, because right now, I wouldn’t be able to choose between you. Our parents might have ruined everything with him, anyway.”

Ok. She likes us both equally.

Maybe not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I didn’t want to take something she was going to give me just because Chance was out of the picture, at least for now.

A plan takes shape in my mind. I’m gonna be the last man standing in the end, but I’m gonna fight for what I want, even if it’s with my two best friends in the world.

I kiss her. It starts slow and sweet, but we’re like kindling next to a flame. Within seconds, our mouths are fused together, and my hand is playing with the little hard point of her nipple through her dress.

Whisper Point is a notorious make out spot in town, and it can get busy in the summer. On a school night, and after the tourists and the seasonal townies have left, we’re the only ones here.

I still don’t want to risk taking Zara’s dress off, just in case that changes.

I slide down the length of her body, kneeling down between the passenger seat and the car’s floor.

My hands feel their way up her thighs, lifting her dress as I pepper open-mouthed kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Her panties are still in the driver’s seat, where I threw them when I thought I was gonna get very lucky tonight.

“Lev?” Her breathing hitches, her chest rising faster with every kiss I place closer and closer to my target. “What are you doing?”

“I might have to wait until tomorrow night to get to be inside you,” I smile against her creamy skin. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you come. And I’m dying to taste you.”

“Oh.” she says, squirming a little, as my breath hovers over the apex of her thighs.

“Is that ok?”

She bites down on her bottom lip again.

Fuck, it’s hot when she does that.

“Yeah, I just… No one has ever done that to me before.”

I stop in my tracks. “Really? You and Fox hadn’t been to third base?”

Her eyes narrow at the mention of her ex. “I have with him. But he said he didn’t do that. It wasn’t his thing.”

“What a fucking loser,” I can’t help but snort. “So he expected you to go down on him, but didn’t return the favor?”

“Pretty much. Besides, even when he used his fingers, he was rushed and didn’t know where to touch me. He’s never made me come. That’s why I was so hesitant to sleep with him. I had this huge crush on him at first, but the more time we spent together, the more I was just talking myself into that relationship as opposed to wanting to be with him.”

Loser is definitely the right name for Zara’s ex-boyfriend.

But I’m not gonna waste another second talking about him.

I run my tongue over her slit, savoring the soft, smooth skin. Goosebumps appear all around the spot I’m kissing, and I exhale, warming her skin as I lower my mouth to her clit.

The first kiss I give her is light, and it’s followed by another, and another. Every time my closed lips make contact with Zara’s most sensitive spot, I increase the pressure.

Until I think she’s ready for a little more, and I open my mouth.

I give her a light lick, flicking my tongue to get a first real taste.

“Oh.” She gasps.

I do it again.

“Lev.”

The third time, I flick a little harder.

“God.” It’s something in between a gasp and a little scream.

I love that fucking sound. “Hmm, you taste so good, Zee.”

Another lick and the sound that comes out of Zara’s mouth makes me lose my shit. I close my lips over her clit and suck.

Her hands grab at my hair. Fuck, yeah.

My cock is throbbing in approval of every lick, every little noise I draw out of Zara.

I pull her a little closer, resting her thighs on my shoulders, so I can have better access to her soft, sweet pussy.

My car is filled with the noises of me licking and sucking her little clit, and her moans and gasps. It’s like the best fucking private concert I’ve ever been to, and I could do this all night long.

“Lev.” It’s half- moan, half-prayer.

She’s close, and that’s the cue for my teeth to make contact with her pulsing clit. It’s a soft, barely there graze, but it’s enough to set her off.

Zara writhes under my mouth, as I keep licking and sucking on her clit until she pushes me away.

“Too much?” I chuckle, kissing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Pride swells in my chest when I see Zara’s dazed expression. I put that look there.

I cuddle her in my arms for a while. The silence between us is comfortable.

Eventually, I scoot back to the driver's seat. If I have to take her home, I need to calm down a little. I’m so hard that I doubt I can get enough blood flow to my brain to concentrate on driving safely.

“Can I have my panties back?” she asks.

“You can, but it’ll cost you.” I chuckle.

“Name your price. Orgasms make me feel generous.” Zara smiles.

“I’ll take a kiss. Turns out I’m addicted to your lips.”

Zara surprises me by sliding onto my lap, rather than just leaning toward me. She nestles on my left thigh, her back against the driver’s door. I slide the driver’s seat as far back as it’ll go to give her more space.

“I think it’s safe to say that I’m addicted to your mouth, too.”

I was planning on one kiss, but keeping our hands off each other is proving impossible.

“God,” I groan. “Do your tits have to feel so perfect in my hands?”

She glides kisses down my neck. “I’m glad you like them, because your touch feels so fucking good.”

Her hands explore my chest and abs, inching down with every touch. “Hmm,” Zara, fingers dip in the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs, closing over the base of my erection. “You took such good care of me, Lev. I want to take care of you now.”

I close my eyes as my cock throbs eagerly in her hand. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, Zee.”

She strokes me slowly, the pressure of her finger just perfect. “I really want to.”

I’ve gotten my fair share of hand jobs in my life, and usually it takes a while for someone to learn how to do it in a way that feels really good. Most girls go too fast, or squeeze so tight that it’s painful. Some are so gentle and slow that it would take forever to get off without giving detailed directions.

Zara’s touch is perfect, and I find myself seconds away from coming faster than ever. “If you keep touching me like that,” I warn her. “I’m gonna come.”

Her lips touch mine in the softest of pecks. “That’s the idea. But I don’t want to make a mess.”

I half-expect her to stop, but she leaves my lap, sliding down between my legs, the same way I did earlier with her.

She makes quick work of lowering my jeans and boxer briefs down my hips and then takes me in her mouth.

“Fuck.” I groan at the warm and wet sensation of her lips closed over the head of my cock.

One of her hands keeps stroking the base of my shaft, while the other cradles my balls, massaging them gently.

Even if I wanted to make this last, it would be impossible when she sucks at me, tickling my opening with the tip of her tongue.

I let out a string of incoherent noises as I blow my load into Zara’s hot mouth.

She keeps sucking slowly until my cock stops throbbing.

“Jesus.” I pull her up, and she sits on my lap again. “That was?—”

“If it was half as good as you made me feel, I’m happy.” She smiles.

I have no words for how fucking good it was, so I don’t try to say anything. I just kiss her.

“It tastes like both of us,” she says, sucking on my bottom lip. “I like it.”

I like it too. I don’t need to say it out loud, though.

When Chance told me he was about to get a new stepsister, I could have never imagined getting a girlfriend. Someone I can see myself falling for. The only problem is that she’s into my two best friends, too.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, after keeping Zara in my arms for a long moment.

“Starving.”

I maneuver us to grab our takeout boxes behind me without moving her from my lap.

I’ve had more fancy dinners than I can count in my life, but nothing beats eating cold burgers, fries and fried pickles with Zara in my lap. If this is what dating is like,

I never want it to end.