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Chapter Nineteen

Tamsin

It’s Sunday and I don’t expect to see the man who has haunted my dreams again until at least the middle of the week. I’m trying not to be down about that. I tell myself that space is good, time to myself is what I need, and that I don’t really miss him as much as I do.

All of it is horse shit but damn it, I’m trying to be normal and not cling to him. Guys don’t like a clinger. Right?

It’s not like he’s dropped off the map. We talk on the phone. We make plans for the next weekend. He’s not ghosted me. So why is he the only thing I can think of?

My phone rings and I find my heart beating faster as I pick it up…and find out it’s my bestie and not my faux-boyfriend-who-is-kind-of-my-real…something now.

“Hey Sophie, what’s up?”

“Oh my God! Where is Levi?” That’s an odd question. One that makes me kind of worried.

“I…don’t know. Why?”

“Someone from school called me to tell me Levi and Zane got into it in a parking lot. Rumor has it, it was over you, girl.”

“What?!” I almost shout the word. “Is…is he alright?”

“I assume the ‘he’ you are talking about is Levi and not the douche.”

“Of course, I want to know if Levi is alright! I don’t give a shit about Zane.”

“Well, word is…”

A knock at my door has me interrupting her. “Wait a sec, Sophie. Someone is at my door.”

“I can bet I know who it is.” When I look through the peephole I see Levi. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

I yank my door open before I’m even finished hanging up on Sophie. Levi looks up and I spot his lip which has been split and one of his eyes is starting to turn black.

“Oh my God! Are you alright? What happened?”

I yank him inside and shut and lock the door behind him.

“Are you okay?”

He wraps his arms around me and brings me in close so I can hear the beating of his heart, “I am now.”

“You’re bleeding!”

He looks down at where I’m pulling his shirt away from his body.

“It’s not mine.”

“Get it off. Take this shirt off.”

I help -or at least try to help- him take his shirt off before dancing my fingers up over his ribs and across his chest. It looks like it’s only his eye and lip that are hurt. Then I see his knuckles.

“Oh God! Sit! Sit down!” He slumps on my couch as his dark blue eyes follow my every movement. There’s something predatory about his eyes that I’ve not seen before. It…kind of turns me on.

I rush to the bathroom to grab my first aid kit and run back to him. I help him clean his knuckles and bring him some frozen peas to put on his eye. But Levi isn’t interested in holding the vegetables to his bruise. He lays it down on my table and puts his hands on my hips before pulling me down on his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs.

“I appreciate the doctoring but what I really want, what I need, is you, kitten.”

“You have me.”

“Do I?”

We stare at one another as he asks me something a lot deeper than what those two words mean.

“Yes. You do.”

“Then show me.”

Show him? I place my hands on his chest and lean close to his mouth.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Always. You never have to ask.”

“It won’t hurt you?”

He shakes his head, so I place my lips on his. My tongue traces over his split lip as I gently use it to tease and play with his. But he’s not wanting slow and gentle. His hands fall to my ass cheeks and he squeezes as he pulls me closer and his thick erection nestles between my open thighs. I moan into his mouth and forget to go slow so I don’t hurt him. Instead, I sink my fingers in his hair and rub myself against him.

He pulls my head back so he can attack my throat as I let my hands explore his bare chest. When I rake my nails over his nipples and he sucks in a breath, my confidence grows. I lower my head so I can play hide and seek with the tight little nubs so like my own and yet so different.

I run my tongue over the tips and delight in his reaction before I move on and kiss my way down his body. When I come to his belted jeans, I need his help to undo the buckle and open his zipper. He scoots down even more so I have more room to pull at his clothing. Once I have his boxers down, his thick, long cock jumps out to greet me like the sexiest jack-in-box ever made. The first real-live dick I’ve ever seen.

It’s huge and intimidating. He’s fucking big and long in a way none of the men in my How-To books ever were. I can’t help looking up at him and offering him an apology with my eyes.

He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my lower lip. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” I say fast enough it has him chuckling. “I just hope I don’t suck.”

This has him fully laughing. “That’s kind of the point, sweetheart. As long as your mouth is on me, I’m going to be a happy man. You don’t even have to put it all the way in your mouth. I’m pretty sure seeing your mouth next to my dick is going to be enough to make me cum.”

With the new confidence Levi has given me, my eyes drop, and I start making a game plan for giving my man the best blow job he’s ever had or dreamed of having.