Page 22 of Furious (The Six Six Six Rule #2)

A Bad Girl

ZARA

L ev’s house is a modern mansion with lots of full-length windows and sweeping views of the beach behind it.

Even the detached garage where Lev parks his car is spotless and as big as the entire house Mom and I rented in Shell Cove.

Everything is tasteful and screams luxury and money at the same time; but the overall feeling I get walking through the open plan ground floor is a little odd.

As I look at the expensive furniture and the modern art pieces that adorn the huge living room, I sense a lack of warmth.

It feels as if everything had been selected and staged with the intention of showing the wealth of the owners, but the house doesn’t reflect their taste or personality.

This looks more like one of those show homes that are staged to make you buy them, not like a home that’s lived in.

I follow Lev upstairs and the feeling changes completely when he ushers me into his bedroom.

This room looks perfect for him, exactly like what I would have expected. There’s a lot of dark wood and the curtains and upholstery, including the bedspread on the big king-sized bed add a pop of colour with teal and gray accents, that’s the focal point of the room.

The full-length windows offer a view of the beach, where the ocean is lazily rolling back and forth in an eternal dance.

The room has a bedroom area, and a living area with a two-seater couch and a big flat screen TV; several game consoles are connected.

“This is really nice.” I say, turning to look at Lev, who just closed the door behind us.

“Yeah. Thank fuck my parents allowed me to choose what I wanted the last time they renovated. Everything else was done by their designer paying more attention to current trends than to what’s comfortable or even what suits my parents’ taste.

After all, they only have this place for show.

They spend most of their time in their office downtown. ”

There’s a hint of sadness in Lev’s tone when he explains all that. He’s never made a mystery of the fact that his parents are barely ever at home, but it’s the first time he lets me see how much that really bothers him.

“It’s a shame they don’t spend more time with you.” I say, taking Lev’s hand in mine. “It’s totally their loss, though.”

He walks me toward his bed, encouraging me to sit next to him on the edge of the mattress.

“I’ve always spent more time at Chance’s house than here. Scott has been more of a father to me than my own dad.” He explains. “It used to bother me more when I was younger. Truth be told, once we got older, having a house with little to no parental presence was super cool.”

I roll my eyes. “I can only imagine all the shenanigans this room must have seen.”

“There were never any shenanigans in this room.” Lev’s tone is serious. “You’re the first girl I ever brought here.”

“No way.”

His lips curl up into a teasing smile. “What, you don’t believe me? I would never lie to you, Zee.”

That in itself is a lie, but I don’t point it out. Lev would be correct only if the definition of a lie was just stating something false. If we consider omission a form of lying, then we’re both lying to each other for not coming clean about the secret races on campus.

I almost spit it out. Because I don’t like keeping secrets from Lev and the guys.

But the situation is complicated by the fact that if I tell him and Chance, I have to tell Ares; and before I do that, I need to find out what Cal’s agenda is.

Why would he come here to race and why he went out of his way to get Chance and Lev involved?

It might be as simple as the fact that Chance is the mayor’s son.

Cal might see having him involved as some sort of insurance policy in case they get busted.

But if there’s something else behind all this, something more sinister, I need to be prepared before I tell Ares.

Especially if Cal is involved in Atlas’s death in any real capacity.

If that’s the case, Ares will kill my ex-boyfriend; and for as much as I understand why, I don’t want Ares to get in trouble.

How am I going to find out is something I’m still working on.

I’m not proud of keeping secrets and I wonder why Lev and Chance haven’t told me about the races.

Whatever the reason, however, it would be hypocritical to be mad about it. That doesn’t mean I can’t rib Lev for lying about how many girls he brought into his room.

“Do you expect to believe that you’ve never brought any of your hookups here?” I make sure to keep my tone playful, teasing.

“How do you know about my hookups?” he sounds more amused than upset. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

That’s the answer I’ve always gotten whenever the topic of Lev’s past sex life comes up. “People talk, babe.” I smirk.

“With people, you mean Heather, right?”

“Busted.” I giggle.

Lev shakes his head. “I swear to God, that girl is the biggest gossip in California. She’s a nice person and a loyal friend, but she can’t keep a secret for shit. If you want any news to spread around town like a wildfire, all you have to do is to tell Heather.”

I sensed that much even before Chance and Lev told me. “It might be so, but the fact remains that it’s hard to believe that you never brought any of your hookups here.”

He laces his fingers through mine. “You better believe it. This is my space, my sanctuary. I only ever shared it with people who matter to me. So that makes it Ares and Chance—and Atlas, of course—and now you.”

The intensity of his gaze causes the butterflies in my stomach to go crazy. “So what about your many hookups?” I ask, trying to lighten up the conversation.

“We have four guest bedrooms. At least six bathrooms. If you look outside, we have a pool house, too. We mostly partied there, so the main house wouldn’t get trashed. I never had any reason to take a girl here until you.”

And the intensity is back in full force. “I’m honored. I like this room, by the way.” I admit. “It’s exactly what I expected from you.”

It’s Lev’s turn to squirm at how intense the vibe has gotten between us. “Glad you like it, Zee. But the tour is over.” He says, getting the bag from the ice cream shop at his feet. “Let’s eat this frozen custard before it turns to soup. It’s the best you’ll ever have, I promise.”

I accept the cup he offers and peel off the lid. We went with a cup of chocolate and one of strawberry and vanilla. Lev thought it was best to start with the classics.

“Oh my God,” I moan when I taste the first spoonful of custard. “This is delicious.”

Lev’s smile is triumphant. “See? I told you. Wait until you try the chocolate.” He takes a spoon laden with the frozen treat, but rather than offering it to me, he pops it in his own mouth.

“Why thank you.” I laugh. “Is it so good you aren’t sharing?”

He chuckles, pulling me a little closer. “Why use a spoon when I can feed it to you?” He opens his mouth, showing me the custard rapidly melting on his tongue.

“Hmm.” I moan when he slants his mouth to mine, passing the frozen treat into my mouth. “You were right. Best frozen custard I’ve ever had.”

He takes another spoonful and I immediately offer him my lips to kiss. This time, our tongues stay tangled long after the custard is gone.

I surround Lev’s neck with my arms and he sets both cups of custard down in a corner of his big bed. He covers my body with his, kissing me for everything he’s worth.

It’s a hot, frantic kiss. My hands tangle on the silky hair on the top of Lev’s head while he devours my mouth.

His fingers lower the straps of my cocktail dress while I unbutton his shirt.

Before we know it, we’re down to our underwear and we haven’t even stopped kissing to come up for air.

He undoes my bra with deft fingers, but rather than lowering his mouth to kiss my heated skin, he reaches for the cup of frozen custard and takes another big spoonful of the strawberry and vanilla flavor.

I offer him my lips to kiss, but rather than feeding me the ice cream like he’s been doing so far, Lev scoots down to my chest and closes his mouth over one of my nipples.

“Oh.” I gasp, surprised by the exquisite sensation caused by Lev’s open-mouthed kiss.

It’s a lesson in contrasts between the cold inside his mouth and the warmth of my skin. His lips are softer than ever as he swirls his tongue around my pebbled nipple.

“Lev.” I beg, arching into the contact to get more of his kisses.

“What?” he chuckles around the achy tip of my nipple. “Do you like this?”

The answer is a desperate moan when Lev adds his teeth to the mixture. I never thought I could come just by someone kissing my boobs, but I’m surprisingly close.

I’m so wet that I’m sure I’ll leave a spot on his dark gray and teal comforter and my clit is throbbing in sync with my heartbeat.

After spending some time to give the same treatment to my other breast, Lev takes yet another spoonful of frozen custard into his mouth and gives me the rest of the cup.

“Aww,” I’m unable to hide my disappointment. “I liked this better when you were feeding it to me.”

Lev’s response is a soft chuckle as he scoots farther down the length of the bed.

“Babe, what are you?—”

The answer comes when he lowers my panties almost to my knees and lowers his face to my pulsing center.

“Oh.” It comes out like a surprised little scream.

His cold tongue flicks against my clit a couple of times, and I’ve never felt anything more thrilling and intense.

“Do you like it, Zee?” he murmurs, between kisses. “It sounds like you do.”

His mouth is starting to warm up again, and that feels even more amazing now that my skin has cooled down.

Lev continues to torment me by licking and sucking on my clit and I never want him to stop.

I writhe under his skilled mouth, my legs trapped by the elastic of my panties around my knees.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You taste better than any ice cream I’ve ever had.” Then he blows on my clit, before sucking it into his mouth.