Page 15 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

QUINN

I barely saw Levi over the next week. Thank God for small mercies. I didn’t feel like I’d escaped his grasp completely, but I savored the little slice of freedom.

Things had begun heating up with Jeff. Like, enough that I hoped we’d soon become an official couple.

Which meant we might finally have sex. Part of me didn’t mind if the physical part took a while, since I wanted to build our relationship on something more substantial.

I wanted to be with Jeff, and only Jeff. No one else mattered.

But then it happened: Levi spotted me on the couch while I was watching TV…

and the rest of the house was quiet as fuck.

There was no one around to rescue me. He sat down on the far end of the couch, and I cringed.

I knew he hadn’t come into the living room for nothing.

Sure, I hadn’t seen him for a week, but I knew my stepbrother-to-be would pick right up where he’d left off.

He picked up the remote and turned the volume down. I considered just getting up and walking out of the room, but I understood I was dead meat the moment he strolled into the room.

And then he smiled. You know that shit-eating look of pompous bullies everywhere? It set me even further on edge.

“How’s it going, Quinn?” he asked.

“Fine.”

Even a one-syllable answer barely escaped my mouth. My throat felt desert dry. My muscles tensed. Something was going to happen, I just knew it. Everything Levi did had a purpose, and it didn’t take a genius to understand his mission.

“How’s school?” he asked.

“It’s fine. How’s hockey?”

“It’s going okay. We hit a bit of a slump, but I think we’re settling right back into a groove.”

“You guys won a national title last year, didn’t you?”

“That’s right, and we’re looking to win our second championship in a row. I’ve got a way bigger role on the team this year, and I’m fucking hungry, bro.”

“That must keep you pretty busy.”

He wore this sly look that seemed to say that it did keep him busy, but he’d always have time and energy to focus on me, his favorite ginger nerd. And why wouldn’t he? He was Levi Dunn, Mister Everything, the sex god who’d exercised total control over me.

I’d brought up hockey to steer the conversation away from topics that would lure me into a trap. But so far, Levi showed no sign of weakening.

Big fucking surprise.

“It’s a grind, sure, but it’ll be totally worth it,” he said, “because someday soon, I’m going to be drafted to the NHL.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure. It happened to two players last year. Kayden Preston and Erik De Ruiter were drafted by the Toronto Maple Leafs. I’m every bit as good as them.”

“Which means…?”

“If they can do it, so can I.”

I detected notes of bravado just like what I’d heard from him since we were kids. It was the tone that said Levi had decided he’d have me and never take no for an answer.

“But you don’t want to hear about hockey,” he said.

“Yes, I do.”

“Bullshit. You’ve never once asked me about hockey before. There’s got to be a reason you’re bringing it up now.”

I shrugged, watching my last line of defense crumble.

“Let’s not talk about me,” he said. “Let’s talk about you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my favorite subject, you know that. How have things been going with Jeff?”

“Perfect. Never been better.”

“You don’t really mean that.”

“Of course I do.”

He crossed his arms, never losing that sly look that seemed to claim he knew me better than I knew myself.

“So, how was it?” he asked.

“How was what?”

“Jeff, I mean. How was he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Of course I did, though. Levi Dunn was no mystery. In fact, I swore the guy had a one-track mind. I deferred to my stubborn side that told me to hang tight and not give in to his stupidity.

“Jeff, the guy of your dreams.” He spoke in a mocking tone I knew all too well. “The guy who’s supposed to be so incredible. How was it the first time he made you squeal?”

I said nothing. How could I? Forget how stupid he sounded, I had a dilemma: I could either admit that Jeff and I still hadn’t done the wild thing, or say nothing, which would reveal everything my stepbrother-to-be needed to know.

When Levi’s eyes didn’t leave mine, I made my choice.

“We haven’t had sex yet,” I said.

“What was that?” He cupped a hand to his ear and leaned in.

“We haven’t had sex yet, Levi. We haven’t torn off our clothes and made the sheets burn. Not that it’s any of your business.”

Levi remained stoic, seeming unperturbed that I’d just tried to put him in his place, maybe because it represented another (failed) attempt at bravery. I still hadn’t succeeded in standing up to my old bully… maybe I never would.

I wondered if he liked that.

And then I realized he’d drawn closer to me, like he’d shifted so gradually to my end of the couch that I hadn’t even noticed.

Again, he was Levi Dunn.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I’m not judging. I do know why it hasn’t happened yet, though.”

“Gee, why don’t you tell me why?”

I didn’t regret saying that. He’d tell me whether I wanted to hear it or not.

“Because you don’t really want him.” Levi announced it like he knew me better than I knew myself.

“Well, that’s a lot less disgusting than what I was expecting you to say.”

He smiled like he welcomed my comebacks, enjoyed the competition, or relished the fact that he could effortlessly strike down anything I said.

“I’m not saying he can’t be attractive in his own way…you know, if you’re into dorky guys with no muscle, no swagger, and who probably don’t know where to stick their cock.”

“But he’s not in your league, right?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, but that’s what you were thinking. I’m not stupid.”

“How big do you think it is?”

I paused, knowing what he meant. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but I knew Levi too well to think I could escape his question.

“Jeff’s cock,” Levi said. “How big do you think it is?”

I shook my head. Fuck him.

“Is it cut? Uncut? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

Now Levi sat far too close for comfort, his leg brushing up against mine, forcing me to feel his warmth.

I sensed his weight bearing down on my side of the couch…

so of course I found myself getting instantly hard.

Oh my God, I didn’t want that to happen.

I wanted to command my dick to go soft and never respond to anything about my stepbrother-to-be ever again.

But my cock only grew harder until it nearly hurt.

I couldn’t control a damn thing when it came to Levi Dunn.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Because you’ve never seen it. You haven’t just not had sex. You haven’t even fooled around with him a little or swapped cock picks. No hand jobs in the car, no groping, nothing .”

He made the “incomplete pass” motion with his arms. Even a nerd like me knew what that meant.

My heart and breathing both quickened, but I wouldn’t let him see how badly he’d affected me. No need to hand him an easy win—even though he’d claim victory no matter what.

“You don’t know anything,” I said.

“I know I’ve got a bigger cock than he does. And balls he can only dream of. I can pleasure you more than he ever could.”

Again, I said nothing.

“Don’t believe me? I’ve actually had sex with you. I know what turns you on. That’s a lot more than Jeff can say. Besides, after having me, I don’t know why you’d bother trying anyone else.”

I couldn’t entirely deny that logic. Though I’d wanted to forget that it’d ever happened, memories of our night together kept intruding on me. Being fucked by Levi had felt great, but I would never admit that to him. But Levi knew how I felt without me saying a single word.

“I’m totally in the mood right now,” Levi said, “and I fucking want your body. I’m sure you’re not using to hearing that from…other sources.”

Finally, I felt his moist lips on my neck and his stubble scratching my skin. I gasped, snatching a deep breath before plunging deep underwater. Then his powerful hands gripped me, not fiercely, but enough to subtly remind me who would always be in control.

As if commanded to act, I turned my head to face him, and his eyes practically burned holes through mine.

His eyes fell shut; he kissed me softly at first, and then deeply.

His tongue dove into my mouth and I felt his weight shift on top of me.

My resolve ebbed away, little by little, until only the dregs remained.

And then I broke away from him, even though it felt like forcing myself to awaken from a dream.

“No!” I wrestled free from my stepbrother-to-be’s grip.

I stood up, realizing I’d grown as hard as ever, tenting my jeans. I couldn’t hide it now. Levi remained stoic, like nothing could snatch control from him. He peered down at my hard-on and smiled like he’d claimed ownership of my dick. The only thing missing was him licking his lips.

“I can’t do this,” I said. “I already told you I wouldn’t sleep with you again.”

“And it’s my job to change your mind.”

Or your mission in life, I thought.

Again, none of this came as a shock. I understood that this game would continue for as long as we lived under the same roof.

“Don’t bother,” I said. “You’re never going to change my mind.”

Levi grinned again as he reached for my hard-on.

I stomped out of the room. He didn’t chase me. Even still, I kept moving until I reached my bedroom. He could try to change my mind all he wanted, but I’d keep putting up walls between us.

But as my balls ached and I longed for relief, I wondered: could I keep this up forever?