Dirty Player (The Montgomery Billionaires #3)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

LEVI

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I lie staring at Kaylee while she sleeps. It’s the week before Christmas, and we’re at my penthouse. The light is starting to peak through the small gap in the long plush drapes.

I know she wants answers. I know by the way she watches me. The way her eyes lock with mine when we’re making love. When she thinks I don’t know, she’s looking.

She wants answers.

And so do I.

I’m almost certain she feels the same way about me, but at no point has she invited me to visit her parents, and I can’t make sense of that.

Her father loved me. He loves the Hawkes.

I know why I’m not taking her home to my family, but why isn’t she?

Over and over, my head goes around in circles.

What is it that she wants?

Can I risk finding out, or would she end it if she knew I was so madly in love with her?

Would she be loyal this time if we did make it official? Or am I some guy she’s enjoying great sex with, and we both just can’t walk away from it?

Sooner or later we are going to get caught. I know that. This is a huge fucking risk for me.

I’m a public figure.

My family would be ashamed of me if I let this woman do it to me a second time. Look, I know they love and support me, but every man in my family is highly successful and proud. I don’t want to be the one idiot that they talk about in the news who was cheated on publicly.

The media knows Kaylee. They’d be watching her. Being connected to another player would quickly get her the title jersey chaser.

Can I do that to them...or myself?

I watch her eye lashes flicker and wonder if she’s dreaming. I feel her legs thread through mine and grit my teeth at the things I’m thinking about her.

I love this woman.

I fucking love her.

There’s no way I can be right. It doesn’t feel right, and I hate even thinking about them. But I have to protect my reputation and I’m not willing to shame my family.

Or myself in their eyes.

We should’ve had a talk weeks ago, but we both let it go and have just been working, training, and fucking since.

A mistake.

Now I’m not sure how to move forward and bring the topic up. The timing couldn’t be worse. Tonight is the Hawkes family and friends Christmas party.

It’s going to be huge. Dad, Knox, Payton, Atlas, and Molly will be there, along with Kyler and Drew.

Kaylee said her parents wouldn’t be attending as her father was having a bad week, but that Steph might.

Depending on whether her boyfriend Richard was working.

Either way, Kaylee and I need to ensure nobody suspects a thing. The media is going to be there, and if we give away the slightest hint we are together, it would be public in a matter of hours.

I wrap my arm around her, pressing my hardening length into her soft, warm body.

“Mmmphff,” she mumbles, and I smile.

“Roll over and I’ll wake you up with a smile, kitten.”

She’s so malleable. I gentle roll her body and grip my cock, nudging it between her cheeks. Hell, I might go right for her tight rear this morning.

I swap my cock for my hand and start working my way through her pussy and feel her quickly getting wet.

I don’t want to hurt her.

We don’t do this often enough, but this morning the idea makes me hard as fuck. I lean back and grab the small bottle from my dresser and squeeze the clear liquid on my fingers, then rolling back, glide it over her anus.

“Levi, oh, oh god,” she moans, pressing back into me.

“Sleep,” I whisper into her neck, then nibble on her ear as my cock slides back between her small, tight cheeks.

I grab one of them, opening the space and press the head inside.

Yes.

Her body sucks me in hungrily. I tip my head back and groan.

“Oh god,” Kaylee cries.

I push a little harder and watch her squeeze the pillow, her breathing now a heavy pant.

“That’s it, kitten. Relax, take me all in.” I lift her thighs and press in even more.

Fuck me.

She’s tight, hot, going to make me come so fast.

In another two pushes, I hit the end of her channel and draw back out.

I need more.

I move, lifting her to her knees, pushing her face into the pillow, tugging her body into the position I need.

“Fuck, Kaylee.” I grind. “Your body is so fucking perfect. So fucking fuckable.”

Wow. My ability to articulate has vanished. Clearly, the other head is in charge.

In and out I move, speeding up as her body adjusts to the intrusion, as my hands grip her hips.

“Rub your pussy, baby,” I reply when she begs me for more.

I need to fill her.

I need to come.

Like an animal, I want to ride this ass and feel the roar of pleasure fly through me as her body sucks my seed from me.

“Levi, oh yes, touch me more. More.” Kaylee begs as her fingers rub vigorously over her clit.

She’s so stunning when she gives me everything. Well, not everything, I remind myself.

Sharp pleasure shoots down my spine as I clench my hands around her cheeks. At the last minute, as I promised her I always would, I pull out and spill my come over her back and ass.

Stroke after stroke, something inside of me watches the streams mark her.

She’s mine.

As she collapses under me, I flip her and shove my face in her pussy. When she screams, I drink all of her. Then climb up her body, both our eyes sparkling with desire and fulfilled pleasure.

“Good morning, kitten.”

Her arms wrap around my neck, and she nuzzles her face into it.

“Good morning, Mr. Montgomery.”

I hold her tight, feeling a strange sensation in my chest.

She’s never called me that before. Call it premonition, but I sense something isn’t right.

Or is about to change.

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THE LIMOUSINE PULLS up and I climb out, tugging on the cuffs of my tuxedo.

I feel like I’ve left my shoes at home. Or worse, my phone.

Kaylee should be here. On my arm. With me.

As the woman I love.

Yet, the risk is just too high, and tonight is not the night to take it.

“Levi!”

“Levi Montgomery. How’s the shoulder?”

The cameras flash, and I shoot them a charming Montgomery smile, ignoring their questions, then make my way along the red carpet into the building. It might be a friends and family Hawkes event, but everything we do is public.

“What a superstar.” Payton grins like an idiot as I join my family in the foyer.

“What can I say?” I shrug and Atlas shakes his head at me.

“Come on,” Molly says as if she has ants in her pants. “I want to meet everyone.”

Atlas takes her hands. “You mean you want to meet Jimmy Gage?”

She winks at me.

“Stop. Jimmy is my pretend boyfriend. You’re my real b—”

“Fiancé.” Atlas says, firmly wrapping an arm around her waist. “And you don’t get to have a whole box of other boyfriends. Real or not.”

Knox shoots a grin at me while Dad slaps me on the shoulder. We all wander into the party. The music is loud and pumping, the room filled with players, coaches, wives—otherwise known as WAGs—friends, and families.

To the outside, it would look like a group of celebrities. And it is.

“Ward Montgomery. Long time no see.” A man steps up and shakes my father’s hand.

“Neil,” Dad replies, and we leave them to talk.

“Bar.” Knox grunts.

“Whisky please,” I say.

The girls also place their drink requests, then Atlas and Knox disappear to get them.

“I promise not to be a dick if you introduce me to Jimmy,” Molly says...pleads.

I slide my hands into my pants pockets and rock back on my heels. “You’re playing with fire, Molly. But I can be bribed.”

“How about I won’t draw attention to the pretty brunette over there staring at you?” Payton quickly darts her eyes across the room. “Who I assume is Kaylee Rose.”

Shit.

I make the mistake of following the line of sight, and a bolt shoots through me as our eyes connect.

Fuck.

I smile, lift my hand. Kaylee gives me a wobbly, nervous smile in return and glances at Molly and Payton. Her smile drops and she turns away.

“You two drive a—” I start and by the time I’ve turned around, Payton has taken a step closer to my face and I pull back.

“Levi Montgomery!” she hisses. “Are you...wait. Let me get my thoughts together.”

“They’re sleeping together.” Molly nods as I glance down and curse silently.

“I’m sorry, Sherlock Holmes and Veronica Mars, but you are both wrong.”

Liar.

Payton rests back on her heels and glances over again. Then back at me.

“So, let’s go over and say hello.”

Fuck.

“She’s my physio. I told you. Just a colleague now. We dated. It ended. That’s all.” I glance away uninterested.

“An ex who is still in love with you,” Molly says, peering over toward Kaylee like she’s about to pick up a pair of binoculars and bird watch.

Then the two women move to stand shoulder to shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world and start discussing her.

“Hey,” I hiss, glancing over at my brothers and seeking out my father. He’s across the room chatting. Ward Montgomery knows a lot of people.

Suddenly an idea strikes me.

“So, who is my father dating?”

Their two heads spin around so fast I think they’re going to fall over.

“What?” Molly asks and if the situation wasn’t so dire, I might have laughed.

“I heard him on the phone to someone in the Hamptons.” Leaving off the part about Knox hearing it also, because I know Payton well enough that she’d spit it out as soon as they return with drinks.

As in on cue, a glass of whisky appears in front of me. I lift it to my lips.

“Your father is dating?” Payton exclaims and whisky sprays out of Knox’s mouth.

Jesus.

Tonight can only get better.

Surely.

But as it turns out I was wrong.