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Chapter Seven

Levi

She turns forest forest-green eyes up to meet mine.

I have a suspicion that has taken root and metastasized. It makes what I am doing to her …well it makes me a dick, but I have to know now, damn it. I should back up, let her go, stop breathing her scent in deep in my lungs with every breath. I just need to push her a little bit further.

“You gonna give me a taste, pretty kitty. Just so I know what I’m pretending I’ve already fucked tastes like.”

She gasps but doesn’t break eye contact.

“You’re not as much of a bad boy as you pretend to be, or you’d already have hurt me.”

Holy shit! The little thing saw right through my act. “Smart girl but don’t ever trust someone else like this. When someone grabs you like this you kick the fuck out of their shin and headbutt them in the fucking face until you can get away. Alright, sweetness?”

I wait for her to nod for me before I let her go slowly and finally take a step back. Fuck I can still feel the imprint of her hot body up against mine.

“I don’t think you got very far with old Zane, did you baby?”

“How…how do you know I didn’t do all of those things with him and more?”

Yeah, that pretty much answers my question.

“I can just tell, sweets. So, Zane left you because you wouldn’t fuck him or give anything up because you’re a fucking virgin.”

She gasps and her little mouth trembles open.

“I…how…yes.” She answers miserably.

“He got dick deep in your friend as payback for you not giving it to him. Does he know about the current status of your cherry?”

“I…I'm not sure. He never came out and said it the way you just did. He just said I had trust issues and wasn’t very good at anything.”

What the hell? Who the hell does the guy even think he is? If she didn’t know, if she wasn’t very good at it, then it should be up to the other partner to slowly introduce and teach those things to her. You don’t go off and fuck someone else. Or at least, I wouldn’t have gone off and fucked someone else.

It isn’t like she has to do anything other than be in the same fucking room for me. She got me hard just smelling her. I could cum just listening to her voice over the phone. What the fuck is wrong with him? He had to realize she was fresh and untouched and just didn’t want to break her in. But thinking about it now, I’m not sure if he actually did. He is pretty fucking stupid and only concerned about himself.

“But then of course there were the guilt trips where he said I was making him suffer which was cruel of me because I was the person who could make it all better if I just let him fuck me.” She starts pacing back and forth in front of me waving her hands. “When I told him he could always use his hand he said I was mean and ‘toxic’, but he was going to be the better person and stay with me anyway.”

“The only thing toxic about that whole situation is his fucking attitude and the lies and manipulations he tried to spew out so you’d let him have it. He’s a fucking shithead! And you,” I reach out for her again. It seems I just can’t stop pulling her closer to me no matter how many times I make myself let her go. “You have good instincts. You should listen to them more.”

She nods for me and lets me pull her close, “Okay.”

“And never let a strange man into your place, by the way.”

“It’s…I don’t. It’s not like you’re a stranger.”

“I didn’t say stranger I said strange. Most crimes are committed by someone the victim knows casually or even someone they've met just professionally.”

“That sounds…terrifying. Not that I didn’t know that already. I watch Keith Morrison too. Somehow, even though I shouldn’t, I trust you.”

I incline my head in acknowledgment and stick that admission back in my brain for later. She trusts me.

“So,” I flop down on her couch and look up at her, “we’re going to fuck him dead up if we make him think I got what he couldn’t. That’s going to eat at him like a fucking virus! Which means me and you got to figure some shit out!”

“Alright. So…where do we start?”

I like her enthusiasm. I pull her down on the couch next to me and note how she acts around me. Not entirely comfortable but not afraid of me like before. Unless of course I’m sniffing her neck and asking her to sit on my face or talking shit about what two people can get up to without going all the way.

“First thing we have to do is get used to one another. See how we react to one another. Find out if we even have chemistry.” Pretty sure that isn’t going to be a problem for me but finding out isn’t going to be a strain either.

“Okay. How?”

“We start off slow. Hold my hand.”

“You…want to hold hands with me?”

“Yep, sure do.” I take her hand with mine and give her my full attention. I entwine our fingers, scoot closer to her, and throw my arm around her shoulders.

Her eyes widen and she starts to stiffen and pull away from me. All it takes is an arch of my eyebrow and she loses some of the stiffness.

“You…is there ever going to be a time when you have to…to surround me like this?”

“Darlin’, we’re going to have to make people think we’re fucking.”

“Oh…okay. I just…”

“We’re going to go slow, kitten. Real slow. Put your hand on my leg.” I wait for her to unclasp our hands and do as I say before going further. “And I’m going to put my hand on your leg.”

When I do, she jumps again but this time she doesn’t try to pull away from me.

“Now, we’re going to kiss but just a little kiss. Just with our lips.”

“Okay.”

I go slow and wait for her to protest or stop me but instead, she closes her eyes and waits for me. Our lips brush and as badly as I want to do more, I pull away so I can check in with her. Her lips are the softest things I have ever touched. When her eyes open, I swoop in for another kiss but this time my hands come up to cup her cheeks and lengthen the contact between us. She gasps and her hands come up to circle my wrists, but she doesn’t pull away.

By the time I leave, I realize just what kind of man Zane is. A stupid one. Because any man who doesn’t sell their soul for a couple of minutes with Tamsin Fairchild’s lips against theirs has to be the dumbest mother fucker on Earth. I also realize the next couple of weeks are going to be fun as hell! I just have to find a way to keep my fucking dick under control and make sure she still has her cherry at the end of all this because despite what others might think, I’m not the asshole everyone believes me to be.

Unless of course, I have to be. Or Tamsin needs me to be one. For her, I’ll live up to the image people have of me as the bad boy troublemaker who swooped in as soon as she was left vulnerable and heartbroken. For her, I’d cause all kinds of trouble.