CHAPTER 4
NOAH
By the end of June my n*****s are so tender I whimper when the shower water hits them. Levi notices immediately, of course. He corners me in the bathroom, eyes dark, thumb brushing one swollen bud until I’m hard and leaking in my shorts.
“Sensitive already?” he murmurs, voice gravel and honey. “That’s my boy. Body knows what it’s for.”
He can’t keep his hands off the slight curve forming low on my belly. It’s barely there, just a soft swell when I lie on my back, but Levi treats it like it’s sacred. He palms it every chance he gets, fingers splayed wide, growling “my pretty breeder” like a prayer.
We f**k three, four times a day now, sometimes more.
Mornings in the kitchen: he bends me over the counter while coffee brews, sliding into me slow and deep, one hand cradlin
