Chapter 3
Finley
I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and a gut full of regret. I acted like an idiot last night throwing myself on him like that. If I were him I probably wouldn’t be pushing to date someone like me but here we are, and he’s definitely pushing.
Lying in bed, nursing my hangover with aspirin and as much Gatorade as I had stocked in my apartment, I managed to make a list of the pros and cons of dating Levi.
Cons: He’s not here long term like I am. He’s my sister’s best friend. I feel like I should feel guilty about this…but I don’t which never means anything good.
Pros: He’s hot. He looks at me like he actually wants to hear what I have to say. He also looks at me like he wants to devour me and that does things to my lady parts that haven’t been done in a long ass time. I trust him, even after what he pulled back in college. I know he’d never cheat on me because he’s always been slightly terrified of my sister’s wrath. Did I mention he’s hella hot?
So here I sit. At a table at a mom and pop restaurant that’s supposed to have the best burgers in the state, sitting across from a man I may or may not have obsessed over my entire life. And I’m nervous as hell. What if he realizes I’m actually boring now? What if he sees through the makeup and hot dress facade and realizes that party girl back in college is really a boring homebody who would rather watch videos of baby otters than have a social life? Last night was a fluke. I don’t do that anymore which is why I think I got so tipsy drunk from just a few drinks.
He looks like the type of guy who likes his social life…
“I still can’t believe you actually did it. You made the move all the way down to the tip of Florida. Little Finley Reeves, all by herself.” He smirks at me and I shrug.
“I’ve always wanted to be here, Levi.” I fold my arms on the table in front of me and study his face. He’s different from the last time I saw him. Older. More defined. More…mature. Less of that cocky vibe he gave off back when I was in college.
“I respect that. It was probably scary as hell, too, but you still did it.” He watches me as he takes a drink then slowly sets the glass back down. “You’ve always had a passion for nature. But why the Everglades? What started the obsession?”
He’s picking at a subject I don’t want to talk about but for some reason I spill easier than I thought I could.
“My dad… He always wanted to see me here. He thought I’d love it. Honestly I thought it was insane. But…” I shrug. It’s hard to explain, but my dad’s faith in it is what drove me here. “I do love it here. The opportunity came and I was offered the job and I just,” she says, then sighs. “It’s perfect. He was right. I’m happy I didn’t pass it up.”
“Your dad was a pretty awesome guy.” He sighs and reaches across the table, taking my hand in his. “I’m sorry I missed the funeral, Squirt.”
“It’s fine,” I lie. It wasn’t at the time. Kat was devastated he wasn’t there. “Really.”
“It’s not. I was down here working and we were swamped and I couldn’t make it home.” He curses. “I should have been there.”
“Life happens, Levi. Don’t beat yourself up for it. You’re here now and I’m happy about that.” I smile.
“I am too. “ His teeth scrape along his bottom lip as he watches me, his hand still clasped around mine. “So you’re here for good, then?”
“Seems that way. I guess there could be worse places to be stationed, right?”
“Yeah, seriously,” he says, laughing. “You said you do the boat tours?”
“I do.” I take a drink of my tea and watch him as he watches me intently. The way he looks at me is intense but I like it. God, I’m too comfortable around this man. This all feels too right but I’m not going to question it. Even though I probably should.
“You ever see any insane wildlife?” His eyes twinkle with excitement and I laugh at him.
“Like alligators eating birds?” I wiggle my eyebrows, nodding. “Or what about the dolphin the other day that got attacked by a manatee? That was insane. And…bloody.” I grimace, remembering that horrific experience on last week’s tour. There was a seven year old on board that was in tears the entire ride back to the dock because of it.
“Holy crap, I was kind of joking!” He’s laughing and there’s a small dimple right next to his mouth when he smiles like that. Carefree. “I didn’t realize you’re actually out there in the dangerous areas.”
“It’s not dangerous if you’re smart about it. The boats are equipped with guns should we ever need it, but there’s never been an incident in all the years they’ve been doing these tours. It’s amazing to watch, honestly. The circle of life happening right in front of you.” I smile softly. “Last week there was a mom dolphin and her calf following the boat for a good half mile, jumping in and out of the wake from the motor. It was…perfect. And the way the mangrove grew back so full after the hurricane a couple years ago? It’s like Mother Nature was like ‘fuck you’ to…well…Mother Nature,” I say, laughing. I look at Levi who’s watching me with his full attention. “Sorry,” I laugh. “I can get carried away talking about it. I’m not sure you can tell but I really like my job.”
“That’s good. You should love your job. Makes going to work in the morning that much easier.” He leans back in his seat and the muscles along his tanned biceps move and stretch as he reaches for his water and my mouth suddenly goes dry. How does someone look as good as he does and yet seem as chill as possible without giving off that cocky vibe.
“So what about you? Hookers, booze, and STD’s still your thing?” I smirk when he shakes his head and lets his head fall back. I see the slight grin on his face when he lifts his head again and he shrugs.
“Naw, I’ve settled down a lot since those days.” He laughs and that dimple pushes its way out again. God, he’s got a good smile.
“Settled down, huh? Wife and kids back home waiting for you?” I pause, dreading his answer. Maybe he just wanted dinner with an old friend. The thought didn’t cross my mind until right now and the way he’s not answering is making my blood pump faster and embarrassment burn at my cheeks. “Levi?”
“No wife. No kids.” He huffs. “A girl who refuses to accept the fact that I broke up with her before I came here, but other than that there’s no strings.”
My eyebrows shoot up. I wasn’t expecting that.
“She…refuses?” I let out a laugh. “I have to hear this story,” I say, grinning.
“Not much to tell. I broke it off with her because I just didn’t feel like we were going anywhere. Plus she’s a little too wild for me. She refused to accept it. She’s called and text a ton since I’ve been here but I’ve ignored her, hoping she’d get the point.” He shrugs. “I called her today to break it off for good. Then she hung up on me so I think we’re good…but honestly who knows with her.”
“Today, huh?” I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. “Any reason for that?”
“I think you know damn well the reason, Finley.” He leans forward on the table and my eyes drop to his forearms.
As I let my memory wander back to all those years ago in my Sorority House, it’s like a bucket of ice water is tossed on me and his words from last night play in my head.
“I’m only in this area for the next couple of months until we head back home for the spring rush.”
Only a couple of months.
He’s not here for good.
I don’t like the feeling of deflation that runs through me at that thought.
The waitress sets our food down in front of us and my eyes go wide at my plate. I shouldn’t be worried what a few months holds for me! I should be more worried about eating this mega burger and not making myself look like a pig.
“I didn’t think it’d be this big.” I look straight at Levi. “I can’t fit that in my mouth!”
His mouth pops open in amusement and he narrows his eyes at me.
“I have no fear you can fit it… All the way down…” his words come out a low growl and parts of me that haven’t seen action in way too long are starting to warm to that sound.
I like growly Levi.
“I’ll get juices all over me,” I mumble, jutting out my bottom lip as I look over the burger. I hear Levi clear his throat and I glance across the table at him where he’s adjusting himself and shaking his head.
“Okay, it was all fun and games but honestly Squirt, you need to stop talking about your burger like it’s a dick you can’t wait to swallow.” He sighs and closes his eyes briefly.
My mouth drops open and my pussy pulses with need for the man across the table who’s probably sporting more than he bargained for in his shorts right now. All because of…me?
This could be fun…
“And what if I don’t?” I tease, picking up the pickle on my plate. The way his hooded eyes watch the pickle as I trace it with my tongue and the low growl that comes out of him has my panties wet instantly.
I forgot what it feels like to drive a man insane.
I like this.
“I love pickle juice,” I murmur, sliding the full dill into my mouth and slowly pulling it out, slurping the juices as I pull it out. Levi’s face is flushed and he’s gripping the silverware in his hand so tight he might actually cut his skin if he’s not careful.
“I need you to stop, Finley.” His tone isn’t joking, but I’m not ready to stop yet.
“I’m just eating my dinner, Levi.” I shrug and bite the pickle, then try to act completely innocent as I start to eat. I hear him let out a chuckle and grin to myself.
I know I shouldn’t be playing these games with him but I can’t stop. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way and with Levi it just feels natural.
Fun.
I used to have more fun. College brought out a side of me I’m not too particularly proud of, but I went to parties, drank, stayed up all night. Ever since I moved back home with my mom, though, my life has settled down a ton. But being here with him tonight? Being around Levi Walsh?
It’s doing things to me that make me want to re-visit that part of my life. The party girl. The girl with no inhibitions.
My mind is so foggy by the time we finish eating that I barely remember eating my meal. I want him. I’ve wanted him for too long. And I’m finally not afraid of hurting my sister’s feelings about it. Levi makes me feel things I’m not used to and do things I usually don’t do. I don’t throw myself at men. I haven’t had a partner in months, and even before then I was the one to play it cool. College was a blip on my radar and those drunken party nights lasted only a couple of months in my senior year. I’ve grown out of it pretty quick, but it seems as if any time I’m around this man in front of me that I can’t control that side of me. The feral side that needs him to touch me. To kiss me. To fuck me.
Shit.
“Can we do this again?” He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walks me to my front door. “I had fun with you tonight.”
I smile and tuck my hair nervously behind my ear. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly now nervous. I was fine at dinner. Bold. Brazen. I felt sexy. Standing here now though I feel like that teenager back in my bedroom, watching the boy I had a crush on look at me like he was dying to tell me something, but he too was afraid of the outcome.
“You want to come in?” I fumble getting the words out and my cheeks flush when he smirks at me.
“You think that’s a good idea, Squirt?”
His childhood nickname for me brings a smirk to his lips and a warmth to my cheeks. I hate it. But I love it. Slowly nodding, I back into the apartment leaving the door open for him.
“Probably not, but does it really matter?” I whisper.
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Screw bad ideas, right?” he mumbles then follows me inside the apartment. When the door closes behind him I turn to look at him, setting my purse down on the couch.
“You want a drink?”
His teeth scrape across his bottom lip and he steps towards me slowly. His eyes pin me to my spot, the air crackling with heat and tension between the two of us. If he’s feeling anything like I am right now then I know the exact thoughts running through his head.
“What do you have?” His voice is low and I watch as he steps close enough to reach out and touch me but he doesn’t. He pauses and watches me.
“Uh…” I take a deep breath and will myself not to stammer over my nerves. “Water?” His lips turn up the slightest and I let out a giggle. “Milk maybe? I drank all the Gatorade this morning. And I don’t really want anything alcoholic after last night.”
“I bet,” he mumbles then steps closer. “Hey Finley?” his whispered words shoot electricity straight between my legs and lift tiny goosebumps on my skin. When he closes the gap between us my breath hitches. I can smell his cologne he’s so close and the pull to him is stronger than I thought it would be.
Who am I kidding, though?
This is Levi. My sister's Levi. The Levi who used to make fun of me for being all legs and no coordination. The Levi who used to watch me from across the pool when we were old enough to know what we were thinking was wrong. The Levi who never showed his face again after our one night together five years ago.
The Levi who’s looking at me now like he's never stopped thinking about me.
About that night.
“Levi,” I answer breathlessly then lick my lips, letting my eyes fall to his.
In one swoop his lips are covering mine, his hand on the back of my neck and his tongue parting my lips and swiping across mine. He controls the kiss and I melt into him, allowing my hands to roam to places I’ve wanted to be able to explore for years.
One night with him five years ago was not enough. Tonight won’t be enough, either.
But I’m taking what I can get.
He snakes his hands around to my lower back and pulls me tighter against him as his lips kiss their way down my neck, his hard length pressing into me making my legs start to shake with need.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, his whole body going tense as he pulls back slightly and rests his forehead on mine, breathing heavy. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this tonight, Fin.” He brings his hands to my shoulders and takes a step back, my entire body on fire for him.
“Well that was stupid of you.” I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms in front of me and wondering if the lust and need I’m feeling right now can show.
“I fucking know.” He chuckles. “You deserve a gentleman and I’m trying my hardest right now to be that man for you.” He gives his head a shake. “Fuck, Squirt…”
His words trigger the last time he said something similar to me.
***
“You’re sorry?” Levi bellows and I cringe as his fist connects with Todd’s jaw. The crack can be heard over the thump of the music.
“Levi, stop!” I scream but Kat’s holding me back.
“Finley let him get it out of him. Todd deserves worse than whatever Levi’s handing out tonight.”
I cry because I never wanted this. I didn’t want Levi getting into trouble for me. When I realized what Todd was doing I went straight to my sister. I didn’t think she’d tell Levi about it and I never assumed he’d defend me like this.
“I should bury you alive,” I hear Levi growl, his boot pressed into Todd’s throat. “You fucking drugged her!”
I wince and cry harder into Kat’s arms. My first boyfriend and he drugged me with the intention of date raping me. Thank God for my friends figuring out what he did and getting me out of the party last night before anything bad happened.
“Levi, I think he gets the point,” Kat calls out, her arms tight around me. I hear him growl and hear a thud then squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t want to see what he’s doing to him.
“Hey,” I hear Levi’s whisper and feel his hand on my arm. My eyes fly open and I don’t know how to react. I’m scared. I’m sad. And I feel so stupid.
Levi looks pissed.
“Hi. Thank you.” My face twists and I shake my head. “I was stupid.”
“This isn’t your fault. He’s an asshole. You deserve a gentleman.” He hugs me briefly before stepping back like he was shocked. “A gentleman doesn’t take advantage of girls, Squirt. Never forget that.”
***
“I don’t need a gentleman, you know. I need…” You. Hell, I need him. “I want you, Levi,” I whisper. “I’ve wanted you every day since I woke up without you there five years ago.”
“You should have hated me for that,” he says, making me grin.
“Yeah, I did for the longest time. And to be honest I wanted to hate you last night when I laid eyes on you. But then you smiled at me…” I shrug, remembering how that one smile made me feel. It warmed me. If a smile after five years can make me change the way I feel about the man, shouldn’t I be worried what sex is going to do?
Screw it.
The way he’s looking at me right now gives me all the reasoning I need to be okay with whatever it is we’re doing here. I have no clue where he’ll end up. I know I’m not leaving Florida and this whole thing is a bad decision on so many levels, but I’m not going to stop it. I could be cleaning up from the damage of this decision six months from now, but I’d rather enjoy the ride than spend the rest of my life regretting never taking it.
“You are absolutely amazing.” He brings his hand to cup my cheek. He lets his thumb trail across my lips and he curses under his breath then pushes his soft lips to mine slowly. I want to deepen it, but his hand slides to the back of my neck and he pulls back, locking eyes with mine. “No regrets, Finley. Right?”
“Never,” I whisper, shaking my head.
“Thank God.” He smiles and chuckles, then slams his mouth to mine, slipping past my lips, pulling my body tight against his. “Because I can only be a gentleman so much when around you.” He grunts and I laugh when he grips my ass and lifts. I wrap my legs around him. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs on my skin. “And holy shit you smell so good.” He pulls me tighter against him and groans. “Bedroom?”
“Hallway,” I pant, waving my arm behind us. He walks us down the hall, knocking open every door on the way to my room. I laugh when he tosses me on the bed. “I feel like you tossed that gentleman routine out the window pretty rapidly.”
He bites his lip and smirks through it, that dimple popping out again. “Yeah, I really don’t have much self-control when it comes to you.” He shrugs and lets his eyes trail my body. Letting out a low growl of approval, he pushes my legs apart and crawls up the bed, letting his fingertips dance across my skin, leaving in their wake prickled skin and a burning desire. Everywhere he touches me makes a trail of need straight to my core.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I finish with a moan when he kisses my inner thigh. My legs are trembling and I need him more than I think he knows. “Levi,” I whisper. He glances up at me and raises his eyebrows in question as his fingers glide along the line of my thong, making me moan and forget whatever it was I was about to say.
“So hot, Finley,” he murmurs then pushes aside the thin fabric and curses when he slides his fingers down my core. “Fuck, baby.” The room is silent except for the noises of his fingers playing my pussy and he chuckles. “Sexiest woman ever and she’s wet as hell for me.” He continues playing me; letting his hands roam over my nipples and flick them through the fabric of my dress. I need it off. I need no barriers, but then he curls his fingers inside me and I moan, arching into his touch. My hands grip the sheets and his eyes connect with mine as he dips his fingers inside me. Every fiber of my being wants to beg him to fuck me. I need to be filled. But he’s in full control and I’m paralyzed with this euphoric feeling that he’s here. With me. And I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me, as long as he doesn’t leave in the morning.
Holy shit that’s a terrifying thought.
His fingers dip and swirl, pulling out every now and then to rub over my swollen clit, then dip in deeper. He knows what he’s doing is driving me crazy. I’m a squirming mess by the time he shifts to lean up and kiss me. When he does, the minute his teeth bite down on my bottom lip, he curls his fingers and his palm pushes against my clit and I feel the rush start.
“Oh fuck,” I shake my head, knowing what he’s trying to pull.
I’ve watched enough videos on it and tried enough times to also know I just simply can’t do what he’s trying to get me to do. Not with any toy in the world. This doesn’t happen.
“Relax,” he whispers on my lips.
“Levi,” I murmur. “I can’t—” I curse and squeeze my eyes closed, moaning when his fingers find that spot inside me again. “Fuck.” I pant.
It’s never felt this good before.
He curls his fingers again, his palm grinding against my clit, and before I realize what he’s doing his other hand pushes down on my lower abdomen and when he curls his fingers again it’s like my entire world shifts on its axis. The room spins and I release my orgasm with the most obscenities I’ve ever screamed at once.
I hear him curse but can’t find my breath as I try to come down from that.
“I knew that nickname fit you well.” I hear him murmur. I moan, tossing my head to the side and panting heavy, my pussy still vibrating from what he just pulled from me. My legs numb. My fingers and toes tingly.
And somehow, I need more.
“Fuck, Levi,” I breathe heavy, finally catching the look he’s giving me. “Holy shit.”
“That, Squirt, was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He’s not smirking like he usually does. He’s not joking. He’s dead serious. “I enjoy playing with your pussy way too much,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing me still. I squirm out of his touch and sit up.
“I need you inside me,” I blurt, the need coming back tenfold between my legs the longer he looks at me like that.
I pull off my dress and throw it to the floor before yanking off his shirt and watching him shove off his jeans. I reach over and grab a box of condoms from the nightstand and he chuckles.
“This thing’s not opened.” He raises an eyebrow at my purchase earlier today and I shrug.
“They’re old.” I grin.
“Bullshit. You planned this, didn’t you?”
I raise an eyebrow at him then shrug.
“Does it offend you?” I push his boxer briefs down and his erection springs free, making me lick my lips at how hard and ready he is already.
“Jesus,” I mumble, wrapping my fingers around him. He moans, instinctively thrusting his hips the slightest.
“Don’t tease me, Finley. I’ve wanted back inside you for five years. There will be plenty of time to play later.” He pushes his lips to mine and lays me back to the bed before slipping a condom on and dipping his head to press his lips against mine as he sinks in, inch by glorious inch. “Fuck.”
Goddammit. It’s nothing like I remembered. It’s a hundred times better. I grip his shoulders, my legs wrapping around him as he pulls back and buries himself to the hilt again. Each thrust sending me to an orgasm I was sure wouldn’t come so soon.
He’s slow. He’s sweet. But he takes what he wants. His hands roaming my tits, pinching my nipples. His thrusts hard and relentless, driving me absolutely mad. His eyes… God, those eyes. Pinned to mine almost the entire time. The only time he looks away is when he watches his dick dipping into me, and the look on his face as he watches my juices on him is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
When I climax for the second time that night, Levi’s right there with me, pushing his lips to my neck and latching on as my nails rake down his back. My legs vibrate and my back arches to meet him when I scream out as my pussy tightens around him.
His arms collapse around me and I feel his release pumping inside me as his hips slow.
“Holy shit,” he breathes finally, pushing his lips to mine through the heavy breaths. “Fuck me, Finley.”
“Again already?” I murmur, making him chuckle. That deep rumble of a laugh warms me. He rolls to the side of the bed and takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand down his face.
“Give me a few. I’m not as young as I used to be,” he says before he sighs. “Bathroom?” He stands and I point down the hall.
“Left door…that way…” I mutter making him laugh again.
“Did I fuck the words out of you?”
“Mmm,” I mumble, closing my eyes, my body completely satisfied. I’ve never had multiple orgasms in one night like that. I roll over and land on a wet spot in the bed and let out a laugh. “Oh my God!”
“What’s wrong?” He blurts, running back into the room. I freeze wide-eyed and look over at him.
“I uh…” I look down at my sheet and the wet spot and laugh, letting my head fall back to my pillow as I pull the sheet over myself in embarrassment.
“You lived up to that nickname.” He slides the sheet off of me and I look up at him.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know why. I was hard as hell when I felt how wet you were for me, but I about came on the spot when you did that.” He nods down to the sheet. “How about we toss a clean one on and you can hold me while I recoup for round two?”
I grin and sigh before sliding out of bed and tossing a fitted sheet at him.
“I have to go freshen up. I’m sure you can take care of that mess you made.” I peck his lips as I walk out of the room, making sure to put an extra sway to my step as I go.
***
The warm male body currently blanketed over me tells me one thing.
Levi didn’t leave last night.
He promised it wouldn’t ever be like the first time, and so far he’s living up to it.
Granted, it’s only been one night…
God, it was an amazing night. I remember it being good five years ago, but the man’s talent with a capitol T in the bedroom now. It makes me wonder how many women he’s practiced on…either that or worry that I’ve had a pretty dull sex life up until now.
I lie in bed with his leg tangled in mine and his arm draped over me like he’s afraid I’m the one who’s going to bolt. I slowly raise my hand and slide my fingers through his hair then down his back, running them along his skin softly. His body is rock hard, but his skin is so soft. I let my fingers dance down his arm, over the bulge of his bicep and down to his wrist. Being able to freely touch him like this feels too good.
“It’s too early for this,” he mumbles, his morning gruffy voice a mixture of sexy and adorable.
God, who would have thought I’d ever be using those two words in the same sentence?
“It’s seven. I have to be at work in two hours.”
He groans then his whole body freezes. “Seven? As in seven in the morning?” His wild eyes hit me and he pauses briefly. “Holy shit you’re even more beautiful in the morning.” He pulls me to him, frantically pushing his lips against mine and I barely have a minute to breathe before he’s stealing my breath. He pulls back almost as fast as he kissed me and flies off the bed.
“What are you doing?” I laugh nervously. “You forgot to skip out again in the middle of the night?” Raising an eyebrow at him I watch his face fall as he slides one foot into his jeans. His eyes catch mine and I see the worry lacing his features.
“No,” he whispers, yanking on his pants and walking over to the side of the bed with them unbuttoned. “Finley, I could lie in that bed with you all goddamned day. That was the best I’ve slept in ages.” He bends and pushes his lips against mine. “Baby, I’m so late for work it’s not even funny.” He chuckles. “Okay, it’s kind of funny.”
“How is being late for work funny?”
“I haven’t been late a day in my life. This is a damn good reason for it and I’m sure the guys will understand.” He winks at me and pulls his shirt over his head. I sit there, stunned that he’s running out on me again and trying not to feel hurt because he’s right…we both have jobs we need to get to.
“You want coffee or anything?” I pull the sheet up and wrap it around me as I pad to the kitchen. He stops me, his hand on my elbow and his eyes searching mine for understanding.
“Squirt,” he says seriously then laughs when I roll my eyes.
“I hate that nickname.”
“Well I love it, so get used to it. It puts a nice tint of pink on those cheeks.” With a lopsided grin, he clears his throat and puts both hands on my shoulders before running them slowly down my arms. “Go out with me again.”
His words stun me. Not that I wasn’t ready for him to ask me out again, but I honestly didn’t think it would happen like this. I push a smile to my face and tighten my grip on the sheet, because the look in his eyes tells me he’s about to rip it off me.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
He smiles wide and dips his lips to mine again. It’s like he can’t stop touching me this morning but I can’t say I hate it.
“Good.” He backs off. “Then I’ll take some coffee and your phone number please. I hate to beg, but you haven’t given it to me yet.”
God, that grin is cute as hell.
“I’m not sure. I mean, I just met you.” I bite my lip and giggle when he rushes me, wrapping his arms around me.
“You’ve known me your entire life, Finley Reeves. Don’t play coy now. I’ve tasted your pussy.” He pushes his lips to my neck and I melt into him. Fuck. How can lips on that one spot make the urge to rip his clothes off again so strong? “And I will taste you again. And again. So get used to this.” He smacks my ass as he heads for the bathroom. I bite my lip to try to not smile too brightly. I like this attention. And I like how comfortable I feel with him. There’s none of that early relationship awkwardness with Levi.
“Hey, you don’t work with that asshole every day do you?” He asks from behind me as I finish pouring his to go mug. I drew a winky face and wrote my number on the side of the one-time use cup and turn, handing it over to him. “Thank you.”
“The one you almost pummeled?” I roll my eyes. “He’s there, yeah. We work together, Levi.”
“Should I be worried about him?” he asks, taking a sip of coffee and shoving his keys and phone into his pocket.
“Not at all. He’s harmless,” I say, unsure if I believe myself. I haven’t seen him since the incident Saturday night and I’m not sure how he’s going to react to Levi doing what he did. I may have a world of annoying comments coming at me but I highly doubt he’d do anything worth being worried over.
“He’s not harmless. I don’t want you alone with the man.”
My eyebrows shoot up and I cock my head at him.
“Since when do you tell me what I can and can’t do?”
“Since we started dating and that fucker couldn’t take his eyes off your tits.” He cups my tits and tries to bring the sheet down then he drops his hands. “These bad boys are mine.”
I let out a laugh and shake my head.
“You should go before you dig yourself a deeper hole, Walsh.”
He lets out a laugh like he thinks it’s cute I’m refusing to go along with this little plan of his, but I walk him to the door and manage to get him outside of my apartment without any more talk of it. I can’t just ignore DJ. He’s not exactly my boss but he’s a superior of mine and he could very well be my supervisor one day.
“Just be careful,” he whispers, reaching out and smoothing down my wild as fuck bed head that I didn’t even attempt to tame this morning.
“I will. I promise.”
He raises his cup and wiggles his eyebrows.
“I have your number now. Be prepared for an onslaught of awesome.” He’s so cute when that dimple shows itself that I can’t even act annoyed by him.
Levi Walsh coming back into my life is absolutely unexpected but it’s probably the best thing that could have happened to me right now.
I just need to figure out how to tell my sister I’m fucking her best friend…