Chapter 16 #2
“I know. But sixteen-year-old me was an idiot. Mom kept saying that she didn’t think I was ready to date, and she was right.
I should have ended things with Cal when he cheated the first time.
Instead, I forgave him, and we ended up fooling around.
If he thought he could get away with sleeping around and blaming me for his cheating, it was because I took him back every time.
I was convinced that was what a bad boy did, and I was chasing him.
I always ended up begging him to take me back even though he was the one who was in the wrong. ”
“Only an idiot would cheat on you, Zee.” Lev’s emerald green eyes are full of heat as his gaze skims over the tank top I wore under my leather jacket.
“No, babe. Only an idiot would come back for more after they’re cheated on. If I think that weekend I had been planning to lose my virginity to Cal.” I shudder again. “Even knowing that he couldn’t keep it in his pants until I was ready.”
Lev laces his fingers with mine. “What was your plan?”
“I had this romantic idea of how it would happen, you know? Together with my racing clothes, I had packed some sexy underwear I was planning to put on when we got to Cal’s hotel room.
But he was still buzzing from the qualifying race and smarting from not getting the pole position, and he wanted to have a quickie in his trailer instead.
He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and that’s when you guys found us. ”
“What a fucking piece of shit.” He bites out.
“Did he know that would be your first time? Not that it would matter after he tried to force you. The second someone says no, you fucking stop. But if he knew it was your first time, he’s even more of an asshole for expecting a quick fuck in his trailer rather than planning something nice for you. ”
I sigh. “He knew. He just didn’t care. The way he kept racing after what happened to Atlas sums up his personality. Cal doesn’t care about anyone but himself. He would sell his own brother if that meant a good payday. But let’s not waste another second talking about him. How is your shoulder?”
Lev smiles. “Much better, thank you.”
“Good. Let’s keep it iced, and maybe when you wake up, we should get you more painkillers.”
“Maybe. But it isn’t the treatment that made me feel better so quickly. I think it’s the nurse who has a magic touch.”
Yeah, when I was with Cal, I was a fool.
Lev, Chance and Ares are really the best of both worlds. Daring and athletic, hot as sin, but they treat me right.
“You look tired.” I say, running a hand through Lev’s dark hair. “We should get some sleep.”
I turn the light off, shed my leather pants and slide under the covers in just my tank top and underwear.
Even though Lev’s injured side isn’t next to me, I keep on my side of the bed. I want to give him space if he wants to spread out to be more comfortable, like Chance said earlier.
The bed is comfortable, and the luxurious fabric of the bedding feels like a warm cloud around me, and yet sleep eludes me.
I’m still buzzing from the eventful night at the race, and I’m tired but wired.
“Zee?” Lev’s voice is low and soft. “Are you awake?”
“Mhmm.” I answer. “Sorry, did I wake you up? I’m trying to stay as still as possible, but I don’t seem to be able to sleep.”
He turns the light on the lowest setting, casting a soft glow over the opulent room. “I know why I can’t sleep. I think we would both sleep better if you came closer.”
“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable and you can easily shift positions if your shoulder bothers you.”
“My injured shoulder is on the other side of you. I’ll be more comfortable with you snuggled by my side.”
I don’t make him ask twice, and I scoot closer to him.
“Hmm, this is much better.” He dips his head to kiss me, pulling me to his side.
The kiss starts soft and shallow, but when Lev’s tongue slips into my mouth, things spiral out of control pretty fast.
His hands wander under the thin fabric of my tank, cupping my breasts.
I lean into his touch, driven by pure need, my back arched to get more of his rough hands against my skin.
“Zee.” Lev moans as his hands leave my breasts and feel their way down my waist and hips.
He grabs me by my hips, pulling me on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist.
It’s my turn to lower my head to kiss him, and it’s like putting kindling to a fire.
My hands go on an exploration trip of their own, tracing the hard, defined muscles under Lev’s soft skin.
He cups my ass, pushing me down, rubbing my center against the bulge in his boxer briefs.
I’m hot everywhere and so wet that I know he can feel it even through my panties.
“You make me so fucking hard, Zee.” He breathes into my mouth, grinding his hips to show me that I affect him just as much as he affects me.
“You’re so big, babe.” I whimper, reaching down to stroke his impressive erection.
Lev pushes me down, grinding his hips up to get us more contact where we need it the most.
That’s when I notice that his ice pack slipped off and is now abandoned in the middle of the bed.
“Hey, your ice pack.” I attempt to grab it, but he keeps me from climbing off his lap.
“Fuck the ice pack. You’re the best medicine.” He grinds his hips again to get his point across.
I want him just as badly as he wants me, but if I made his injury worse, I would never forgive myself.
“Ok. But there are some rules, or this isn’t gonna happen.”
His green eyes shine with amusement. “Yes ma’am. I like it when you tell me what to do. Lay those rules on me, I’ll be a good boy since word on the street is that I failed at being bad.”
“Shut up.” I giggle, swatting at his sexy chest. “I’m serious. The rule is that I do all the work so we don’t fuck up your shoulder by putting weight on it. Then, the ice pack goes right back on. Deal?”
“You drive a hard bargain.” Lev’s smile widens. “But we have a deal. Now take off this top so I can enjoy the view while you do all the work.”
As I start pulling my tank top up to my chest, he grabs at the fabric to help me.
“What did I just say?” I scold, but there’s no heat in my tone. “I can do this.”
“Sorry.” His unrepentant smile tells me that he’s enjoying this a lot more than he should.
Maybe his shoulder isn’t that bad like he kept saying, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
I don’t want to be the reason why Lev misses any hockey games.
That’s without even considering how much trouble we could get in with Mason if he couldn’t race.
Thinking about Mason Morelli is the last thing I want right now, so I focus my attention on my hot boyfriend.
Once my tank top hits the floor, Lev’s hand returns to my chest, but he hesitates.
“Do I have permission to touch your beautiful, perfect tits?”
I know he’s teasing me, but I love Lev’s playful side. “Permission granted, but be careful with that injured arm.”
My nipples are two achy points, begging for his touch. Sensation courses through me as Lev’s rough palms rub the sensitive nubs. Then his fingers tweak them just enough that it’s on the right side of that thin line between pleasure and pain.
“I need to lick you.” He pants. “Lean closer, Zee.”
“Good boy for asking.” I murmur as I do as I’m told.
His tongue swirls around one nipple as his fingers keep playing with the other.
Just when I think he’s about to switch sides, he grazes me with his teeth.
“Oh, God, please don’t stop.” I beg.
It feels as if my clit were tied to my nipples with an invisible string, and every kiss, lick and bite increases the throbbing sensation between my legs.
I’m so sensitive right now that I could probably come just like this. A few grinds of my increasingly wet center against Lev’s hard-on would be enough.
But why settle for less when I can have everything?
“Babe,” I pant. “I need you now.”
He smiles, but there’s a hint of desperation in the way he’s looking at me. “Fuck yeah. I thought you’d never say that.”
I make quick work of shedding my panties before helping him slide his boxer briefs down his hips.
I need Lev inside me, but the temptation to trace the V of muscle carved into his hips is impossible to resist.
“Oh, fuck.” Lev growls.
His cock visibly twitches, and I succumb to another urge.
“Jesus, Zee.” His voice is gravelly, laced with a strained urgency when I take him into my mouth.
It’s one quick, dirty dip into the back of my throat, and I immediately come up for air, dragging my tongue over the underside of his shaft as I release him.
“I really want to go down on you right now,” I admit. “But I don’t think I can wait to feel you inside me.”
“Thank fuck.” Lev’s chest is rising and falling with each labored breath. “Because if you do what you just did again, I’m gonna blow my load.”
I know how he feels.
My skin is tingling; my nerve endings are on fire. The need to come makes my chest heave just as hard and fast as Lev’s. I know the second he’s inside me, it isn’t going to take long.
One of my palms is flat against his chest to help my balance as I use my other hand to line myself up with his hard shaft.
I’m so wet that I sink down on him until he’s buried to the hilt without finding any resistance.
“You feel so fucking good.” Lev’s grip on my hips is so tight that I know he’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t care. “I’m sorry, I don’t think this is gonna last very long. Like, maybe another ten seconds tops.”
I giggle, grinding my hips and feeling myself right on the edge of my own orgasm. “I think ten seconds is more than I need. I’m so fucking close.”
I grind my hips again, and I feel him getting harder and expanding inside me before his warmth begins to spill inside me.
The pad of Lev’s thumb finds my clit, and he barely has to touch me for me to follow him over the edge.
I keep moving slowly, giving myself to the pleasure and looking at Lev’s perfect face as he rides his own high.
Eventually, I shift, letting him slide out of me and collapsing against his chest in a spent, slightly sweaty heap.
Sleep is now falling over us like a heavy blanket, but I still make sure to grab the ice pack that’s still cold, though not quite as cold as it was before.
“We should get you a new one.” I murmur, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“I promise I’ll get one tomorrow morning. But I feel a lot better.”
I curl my leg over his hip, my hand splayed over his perfect chest. “Are you sure?”
Lev pulls me tighter against him. “Positive. I feel much better than before. You really were the best medicine.”
He was exactly what I needed to take the edge off tonight too, I think as I let sleep take me under.