Page 31
Story: Dirty Player
Oomph.
He grabs my arms and lets out the sexiest grumbling sound I’ve ever heard. “You need to stop doing that.”
“Sorry.” I bite my lip, and he makes that sound again.
“I’ll just order an Uber. Thank you, though.” My words come out choppy and I’m unsure what the protocol is here.
Yesterday we were screaming at each other. Today he’s...god, he’s running his hands up and down my arms.
Warming me.
But I’m burning up. I want him to kiss me. My eyes lift to his, half filled with a question.
“Levi—”
Beep.
“Get in the car, Kaylee,” he rumbles, then opens the door and waits.
I climb into the Maserati and nestle into the soft leather as he tosses his sports bag in the trunk then drops into the driver’s seat. We don’t speak as he fires up the engine with a roar. Actually, it’s more a purr.
Without thinking, I reach for the seat warmer button and push it. As I did when we were dating.
My finger halts after and I glance at him.
His eyes hold mine for half a second, then he lifts them to the mirror and reverses out of the parking space.
With his foot on the pedal, and I’m sure there is a bit more gas than is needed, Levi drives out of the Hawkes’ parking lot, and we hit the highway.
This is not at all how I saw today ending.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LEVI
––––––––
“You want me to drop you at your house or your parents’?” I ask Kaylee, then wonder if she is still living in the same place.
She might have moved.
For all, I know, she has a boyfriend.
My teeth clench at the thought of her with another man. I might have had photos of her and Colby shoved down my throat, but she wasn’t with him for long.
Who knows, she might be in a relationship with someone I don’t know.
“Or wherever,” I grind out.
“I want to see Dad,” Kaylee answers, and I immediately feel like a dick.
Her dad was just in hospital and all I’m thinking about is her waking up with some guy wrapped around her body.
“So what’s the story?” I widen my thighs to get comfortable and glance down at her.
My little kitten.
She’s so tiny, sitting in the black leather seat of my Maserati. I forgot how much I like seeing her in it.
He grabs my arms and lets out the sexiest grumbling sound I’ve ever heard. “You need to stop doing that.”
“Sorry.” I bite my lip, and he makes that sound again.
“I’ll just order an Uber. Thank you, though.” My words come out choppy and I’m unsure what the protocol is here.
Yesterday we were screaming at each other. Today he’s...god, he’s running his hands up and down my arms.
Warming me.
But I’m burning up. I want him to kiss me. My eyes lift to his, half filled with a question.
“Levi—”
Beep.
“Get in the car, Kaylee,” he rumbles, then opens the door and waits.
I climb into the Maserati and nestle into the soft leather as he tosses his sports bag in the trunk then drops into the driver’s seat. We don’t speak as he fires up the engine with a roar. Actually, it’s more a purr.
Without thinking, I reach for the seat warmer button and push it. As I did when we were dating.
My finger halts after and I glance at him.
His eyes hold mine for half a second, then he lifts them to the mirror and reverses out of the parking space.
With his foot on the pedal, and I’m sure there is a bit more gas than is needed, Levi drives out of the Hawkes’ parking lot, and we hit the highway.
This is not at all how I saw today ending.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LEVI
––––––––
“You want me to drop you at your house or your parents’?” I ask Kaylee, then wonder if she is still living in the same place.
She might have moved.
For all, I know, she has a boyfriend.
My teeth clench at the thought of her with another man. I might have had photos of her and Colby shoved down my throat, but she wasn’t with him for long.
Who knows, she might be in a relationship with someone I don’t know.
“Or wherever,” I grind out.
“I want to see Dad,” Kaylee answers, and I immediately feel like a dick.
Her dad was just in hospital and all I’m thinking about is her waking up with some guy wrapped around her body.
“So what’s the story?” I widen my thighs to get comfortable and glance down at her.
My little kitten.
She’s so tiny, sitting in the black leather seat of my Maserati. I forgot how much I like seeing her in it.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98