CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LEVI
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“Kaylee, get in the damn car!” I demand while she stands a couple of yards away, glancing around the airport parking lot.
I’m losing my patience, as she’s refused twice.
“I’m fine, Levi. Natalie is giving me a ride back to my car. She’s waiting for me.”
I grit my teeth.
“Message her and. Get. In. The. Car.”
She plants her hands on her hips. “Why should I?”
Well, I can give her a handful of reasons, starting with orgasm and ending in multiple orgasms, but I know why she’s unhappy.
I wasn’t there when she woke up.
That was on purpose.
When my eyes opened, she was sprawled over my chest, my non-injured arm locked around her like she was the most precious thing in my life. I freaked the fuck out.
My heart clenched and all I could do was stare at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I was going to get over this girl.
My brown-eyed little kitten.
Facing the music of our decisions wasn’t something I had the capacity to face this morning, so I’d decided a good workout and disappearing act was better.
Clearly not.
“We need to talk,” I say, darting my eyes down to the passenger side of my Maserati in encouragement.
She keeps glaring at me.
“Please.” I almost roll my eyes as I lean my arm on the roof.
With a huff, she stomps over.
I fight my smile.
“Montgomery is giving me a ride. I’ll check his shoulder out meanwhile,” she says into the phone. Then waits, standing beside the car. “Oh. No. It’s fine. I knew him in college, remember? Just friends.”
I lift a brow.
I plan to ask about that later.
“’kay. See you tomorrow.” Kaylee pockets her phone, tosses her bag onto the back seat, then climbs in.
I slide into the driver’s seat, rip off my sling, and start the engine. Neither of us talk until we exit the airport and hit the highway.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up.” I’m giving myself ten damn points for being a great guy until she replies.
“I’m glad you weren’t.”
The fuck?
I glance over at her, then force my eyes back on the road. “Why is that?”
“It would’ve been awkward. Anyway, you said it was a one off. I agreed. Let’s move on.” She flips down the sun visor and does some shit to her lips.
Gloss.
Something.
I dunno.
I’m too busy wondering how the tables got turned and holding myself back from driving the car off the road and throttling her.
Kaylee’s hair is up in a ponytail and she’s wearing black Nikes, a pair of denim cut-off shorts, and a Hawkes sweater.
Images of me pushing her head down onto my cock and making her suck me off for lying almost consume me.
And make me hard.
Always goddamn hard around this girl.
The fact she won’t even look at me confirms her little lie.
The traffic builds and we start to slow, so I make my move. My hand reaches and slides between her legs.
“Levi,” she moans in surprise.
“We aren’t done. I know it, and you know it.” I inch my fingers under the denim and lace to her hot flesh.
Kaylee presses into my hand.
“Take them off.” I demand.
“What?” she gasps.
“Take them off, spread your legs, and lean back in the seat.”
There’s a short hesitation before she does what I ask, ripping down her shorts and panties.
I press play on my favorite soundtrack, turn up the volume, and get comfortable as my fingers slide between her now wet flesh.
When I glance over, I let out a curse.
My girl with her legs spread and pink glistening flesh on the seat of my Maser-fucking-rati. Thank fuck I’m wearing sweatpants as my cock swells at warp speed.
I focus my attention between the traffic and her clit as I circle it and slide my fingers through her fold. The angle isn’t right to insert it, but I’m going to make her come, anyway.
I take a moment to lick my fingers, then return them to her body.
When I glance back down at her, Kaylee’s half-lidded eyes are rich with arousal, and she’s writhing with pleasure.
That’s right.
This is not over.
Not even fucking close.
When we get back to my place, I carry our bags inside and drop them on the floor. Kaylee follows me to the bedroom and takes me by the hips and drags down my sweatpants.
Then, going to her knees, takes my cock in her mouth as I grip her ponytail.
She’s so goddamn perfect.
How did we fuck this up?
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FOR THE NEXT six weeks, Kaylee and I spend at least three to four nights a week together. Mostly she’s at my place. Every morning we agree this has to end and leave knowing it won’t.
Thankfully, no one in the team has caught on.
More importantly, my family hasn’t. I know what they think of her, and I can’t blame them. She cheated on me and had a very public relationship with the guy after the fact.
Not that I know the details.
So there’s no path forward for us. I can’t exactly take her to family events or tell them we are seeing one another again. I’m a little ashamed, yet I can’t give her up.
After six weeks of incredible sex, I think both of us are ignoring what this is. My heart is shielded, but I already fucking love her. I just fight it every day.
The fact she hasn’t asked for anything more speaks volumes.
With Thanksgiving looming, it feels weird that we won’t be together, but it is what it is. I’m not telling my brothers I’m seeing her again.
Or my father.
They’ll bring up what happened and tell me I’m a fool.
Maybe I am. I know how I feel about her, and in my head I keep running this thing I call the excuse program . It goes like this:
I’m young. I have time. Kaylee might be the one right now, but eventually you’ll get sick of her and move on.
Except I don’t fucking think I will.
Yet I can’t trust her to tell her how I feel.
So another day passes, then another, then another.
We don’t go out in public for fear of being seen together, so most of our time in spent in bed, in the shower, cooking together in the kitchen, or watching movies.
All of which we have found ways to fuck while doing.
It’s amazing.
Like right now as she sits on the kitchen counter with her legs swinging back and forth, naked except for a fitted white strapless top. I’m cooking chicken in a pan and there’s a ninety-five percent chance of it ending up in the trash.
Again.
“So,” Kaylee chimes, and I glance over my shoulder.
“Swear to god woman, if I don’t eat, my muscle mass is going to disappear, and I’ll get fired and end up on OnlyFans.”
She snorts.
“I’ll support you.” She pokes me in the ass with the plastic salad spoon she’s holding.
“I’m not looking at you. Isn’t your pussy sore?” I rumble.
Do not look.
Do not look.
“I think I’m have an ouch right here. Can you take a look?”
Do not— I turn.
Because I am a man.
Kayle slides the spoon over her pink flesh as she leans back on the marble counter and my dick is instantly hard.
“Goddamn you.” I spin, turn off the gas, and tug down my shorts. Gripping her hips, I pull her to the edge of the perfect height counter and slam into her.
“That what you want, baby?”
“Yes.” She drops the spoon and grips my biceps. “So much yes.”
Her tight channel clenches around me, sucking me into her hot body.
I am totally addicted.
Not just to the feel of being inside her, but of her glossy eyes which draw me in and her chestnut locks that have grown a little longer and are spread out across my counter.
No one else.
I don’t want anyone else to be the woman spreading herself out before me.
God, what the fuck am I going to do?
“Levi,” Kaylee cries, arching as the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the kitchen.
“Fuck,” I curse. “Jesus, I could do this forever.”
With a jerk, I come, squeezing her small body as I groan. I lean one palm on the counter beside her, and she smiles up at me.
“Little kitten.” I kiss her lips and grin. “Such a sex addict.”
“Only for you, Mr. Montgomery.” She kisses me back. “Cook your chicken and let’s watch that movie.”
It hasn’t all been sex, if I’m honest. I’ve just tried to focus on it only being that. If I think about the fact she’s been helping me navigate some sponsorship deals that have been offered and doing online shopping for my niece/nephew and sister-in-law, and trimmed my hair putting a number seven on the back for one of the games...
Doesn’t mean anything.
It.
Does.
Not.
Mean.
Anything.
Or that I replaced the battery in her car, which died for the second time a month ago. She doesn’t know. She thinks I just did some guy stuff on it.
Or how I’ve been pricing up cars and trying to work out how big of a deal it would be to gift her one at Christmas...
Without it meaning anything.
I mean it’s just a pain to sort out mechanical parts all the time, so it’s mostly a time savings for me.
Matching Maseratis?
Yeah...doesn’t mean a fucking thing.
I slide out of her and grab some napkins, then lift her off the counter, placing her on the floor.
“Go clean up.” I slap her sexy, tight ass. “Dinner in ten.”
She reaches up and kisses me, and I pull her against my body. Our eyes love, smiles fade away, and a density falls over us.
Shit.
I love this woman.
I want to say it.
A kind of pleading fills her soul-deep gaze, and I swallow.
Shit, shit, shit.
This is the moment. The moment we say the L word. We both know it.
Kaylee smiles painfully, her eyes dipping for a second. I smile back, my heart slamming inside my chest...
Her heels lower to the floor and Kaylee turns and heads across the room.
“Kaylee—” I start.
With a hand on the staircase banner she turns...and neither of us will ever know what would happen next because the elevator to my penthouse pings.
Both our eyes fly open.
Fuck.
Kaylee flies up the stairs, while I put my cock away and run my hand through my hair, ruffling it up, waiting to see which one of my siblings almost caught me fucking her on the kitchen counter.
“See. I told you he’d be cooking us dinner.” Atlas says to Knox as they wander in completely unaware. “Perfect timing.”
It really wasn’t.
It could have been worse, though.
“Don’t you two have wives?” I mutter and turn the gas back on the stove.