e beach.
“Don’t throw me in,” I warn him.
He laughs. “I promise I won’t throw you into the ocean.”
We take our shoes off and walk as the surf hits our feet. We don’t say anything. We just walk, holding hands in the moonlight.
“You know if someone told me a year ago that I would be on the beach with McCarthy’s twin sister and be in love with her, I would have called them crazy.” Levi looks down at me and smiles.
“I have to agree. So much has happened since we’ve met.”
“You regret anything?” His voice is low and almost scared.
“Well, I wish you wouldn’t have lied to me the way you did in the beginning. But,” I step closer to him. “I don’t regret anything.” I step up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips.
“Me either, Smarty. Hey, let’s sit down.” We go up towards the middle of the beach and sit. I’m in between Levi’s legs, my back to his chest, my own legs stretched out in front of me. We watch the waves, and Levi rubs my arms.
“Do you remember that night that we had sex on the hood of my car?” I hear the laughter in his voice.
“Yes, I do.” I’m a little suspicious on where this conversation is going. “Where are you going with this, Levi?”
“Nowhere, just walking down memory lane and thinking,” he chuckles.
“About what?”
“How I had sex on the hood of the car with you, and in the shower, and in my bedroom at home, but haven’t had sex on a beach with you.”
“Levi, this is a public beach.” I point out some of the people that are walking the beach. Sure, there is only a few, because it is getting late, but still. There are people around.
“Aw, Smarty, are you scared?” He whispers in my ear and chills run down my spine.
“No, but there are laws against it. I don’t really want to go to jail.”
“So you don’t want to go to jail on your birthday for having sex on the beach with your boyfriend? I think some girls would like that idea,” he chuckles.
“Yeah, well, some girls wouldn’t have to call my dad for bail money either. That’s a conversation I don’t want to have.” It’s then that I realize Levi is playing with the straps of my dress. “Levi,” I warn.
“What?” He tries to sound innocent.
“Don’t do it.”
“You know, I’ve heard those words before, but I’m not a very good listener.” He kisses my neck and very gently nips me.
“Levi,” I breathe and my pulse rises.
“Shh.” He brings his right hand down from my strap to the hem of my dress. I look around the beach and there is a couple walking further down, but we are far enough away from them that they can’t see us.
Levi’s hand grazes my thigh as it climbs higher. “If you really want me to stop, I will, but I don’t think you want me to.” He gently rubs me above my thong. “Just say ‘stop’ and I will.” He moves it to the side. He gently rubs me, and I’m about to come undone. But two can play this game. I reach behind my back and find Levi’s belt. I can already feel how hard he is.
“Smarty.”
A smile comes across my face as I look up at him. “If you want me to stop, I will.” I use his own words against him.
He growls as he pushes his fingers in me and begins to rub my clit. I undo his belt, which is a little harder to do than I imagined it would be. Finally, success, when I pull the zipper down. The beach is almost deserted now, and the moon is behind a cloud. I begin to stroke him and he moans into my neck. He is feverishly working on my clit and my body tightens up as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. I stroke him fast and ignore the ache in my wrist.
I look up and down the beach and there is no one there. It’s still dark with the moon behind the clouds. I only have a few seconds before I lose my nerve. In one quick motion, I release Levi and push his hand away from me.
“Smarty.”