7. Quinn
CHAPTER 7
QUINN
All I can hear as I walk away from Levi is the pounding of my heartbeat as blood rushes through my ears. With every step, it gets harder to breathe, and I feel my body rejecting the idea of not taking Levi up on his offer. On one hand, the angel in my ear is whispering good job, but on the other, the devil side is kicking and screaming, digging her heels in, craving another taste of that man.
It's probably just because I haven’t gotten laid in months. I was in Nashville a few months ago, and since it was the offseason, Levi wasn’t on the road and was around as well. We spent the weekend naked, and it was the best, most orgasm-filled weekend of my life. But I haven't seen him since then, it's been a while since I've been fucked, and the need to be filled is starting to take over.
Except, I'm not willing to bang just anyone. In fact, I'm really only willing to bang Levi. Somehow—well, through lots of liquor and a million rounds of truth or dare—we learned that our kinks…our desires…complemented each other perfectly. He already craved the things I wanted, already yearned to do those same things. I didn't have to explain myself, feel dumb, or get called a whore for liking hand necklaces and being bossed around a bit.
Sue me.
So far, Levi’s been the only one to give me a night worth remembering. In fact, every night with him has ended in fireworks, and that's no small feat. But that could change tonight. As I pass the door to leave, I head straight for the bar, walking right through the group of guys Levi had been eyeing when he walked in.
He probably thought I didn't notice, but I notice everything he does. I know him well enough to recognize that the way they’re staring at me will drive him crazy.
I also know that if he thinks he’s watching me flirt with one of these guys, it will drive him mad.
Serves you right for dating my sister instead of me.
* * *
With one hand, he reaches behind him, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it to the ground next to the bed. It’s entrancing watching him move, every motion smooth yet powerful, just like on the ice. I can’t take my eyes off him. His gaze is locked on my body, my clothes still in disarray from when he tossed me onto the bed. But all of that fades into white noise when his hand moves to his belt, his fingers working to undo it.
“Our deal starts tomorrow. Tonight, I either need to fuck or fight someone, and judging by the fact you didn’t want me to punch those preppy boys downstairs, I think we both know which option you’re leaning toward,” Levi says, flipping open the button on his jeans before dropping them, along with his briefs, leaving him standing bare in front of me.
I don’t know how long I stare or how long I go without breathing; time feels irrelevant with a damn sex god standing in front of me. Clenching my legs together in a desperate attempt for any friction, my eyes trail down his body, his tanned skin chiseled from years of hard work both on and off the ice, and it’s hard not to admire it. His left arm is covered in tattoos, the dark ink a stark contrast against his skin, leading to the tattoo of a puck shattering through glass on the right side of his chest—right around the nipple piercing my tongue loves to tease. His tattooed arms flex as he rubs his cock, adjusting himself as his eyes drink me in.
Fuck my life. Aren’t I supposed to be keeping my legs closed? Aren’t we both practicing celibacy since we’re fake dating and all? I suggested the rule…hell, we just discussed that rule less than twenty minutes ago, yet here I am, naked and ready to throw caution to the wind for one more adventure on that ride.
“I thought we weren’t,” is all I can say as he walks to the side of the bed, tossing a condom on the table that he just pulled from thin air.
“You weren’t fucking me tonight…but by the looks of it, you’ve changed your mind?” Levi states like there’s no question in those words, yet he still waits for my answer before doing anything.
“I guess I did, but it’s a bad id—,” I trail off, my eyes dropping down to his dick. I can feel his eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze almost too much, but I can’t stop staring at his thick cock.
He’s huge. Not just in length, but he’s thick too. And it doesn’t matter that we’ve fucked countless times because every single time that man is inside me, it feels like I’m a virgin all over again. The pressure, the stretching, the pain…I fucking crave the feeling of what his cock does to me. It’s overwhelming, damn near too much, but it’s the only thing that’s ever been inside of me that’s made me come, and that can be fucking addicting.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him, my eyes still refusing to look away from his dick.
“I want to taste you, too, Angel. But right now…right now I need to fuck you before I lose my mind. I need to feel your tight walls suffocating my cock, milking every last drop of my cum from me,” he growls, his voice low as he climbs on the bed until he’s hovering over me. His lips fall on mine, claiming them as we both lose ourselves in each other.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be truly touched by this man, more than just him putting his arm around me in front of my family earlier today as he announced our “relationship.” No, this side of Levi is something so polar opposite to the warm and fuzzy version people usually see—unless he’s on the ice. That version of him, the savage, ferocious one, relying solely on primal instinct, is the one that resembles this side of him. And it’s the most mind-altering, body-consuming experience of my life. Every time we’re together, it somehow feels even more incredible, like he’s able to make the pieces of me I once thought were misshapen or dirty—the parts I tried to hide from the world—feel beautiful.
I just wish he thought the other parts of me were as beautiful, too. But at this point, I’ll take what I can get because the little time I have with him is the only time I feel fully accepted, and I’m not ready to give that up quite yet.
The taste of him as our tongues collide has me tingling all over, salivating like Pavlov’s dog because my body is conditioned for what comes next. My mind is on a one-track path, entirely consumed by the thought of being with Levi.
All at once, we’re rolling, Levi pulling me with him as he flips to his back, bringing me on top to straddle him. My hands immediately land on his muscular chest to steady myself. I can feel his hard cock between us, my pussy already wet enough that I don’t even need foreplay. I want him now. Reaching out, I grab the condom next to him, ripping it open before leaning back. His eyes follow my every move, darkening with each passing second as he realizes how close we are to doing this. With one hand, he grabs himself, holding steady as I roll the condom on. Our eyes lock on each other as we work together in tandem.
Somehow, we are completely comfortable with each other when our bodies do the talking, yet there’s also a nervousness, an uncertainty. Every time we’re together, I know I’ll be taken care of. But I still get butterflies because I never know what to expect with this man. He’s wild and unpredictable, but it’s always an experience I never want to end.
Tossing the wrapper to the ground, I lean up and let him position himself before slowly sliding down. It’s tough, regardless of how wet I am; the man is big. I feel my body stretch to accommodate his size. Sliding down an inch or two, the pressure gets to the point of almost being too much, so I stop.
“You okay, Angel?” he rasps, his voice tight with the restraint I’m sure we’re both feeling right now, trying not to hurt me.
I nod, but Levi just shakes his head. “This only works if we use our words. You know the rules, Q,” he says, switching to my name to drive the point in. Levi doesn’t mess around when it comes to safety in the bedroom, and it’s one of the things I like so much about him. I’ve never felt unsafe with him, and that’s something I won’t take for granted—even if I hate him forcing me to form words when all I want is to come.
“Yes,” I finally say as I slide down another inch. His hands find my hips, and he smiles up at me.
“Good girl,” he purrs, fingers digging into my hips and sliding me down just a bit more. “Now sit.”
My body reacts on instinct, aiming to please him regardless of the consequences, and I slide all the way down as his hands guide me, holding me still once we’re flush against each other, our bodies as close together as they can be. The stretch is intense, but I welcome it. Every time his body brushes my own, it feels like the Fourth of July on my clit. Leaning down, I take his mouth in mine, kissing him with desperation as I distract myself, slowly rocking my hips in search of more of that electrifying feeling.
It doesn’t take long for the intensity to fade into pleasure, our bodies falling into a comfortable rhythm as I slide my hips back and forth.
“Fuck, Q, you ride me so good,” Levi groans as his hands start exploring my body, his fingers tweaking my nipples as I start picking up the pace. The second I felt the spark, my body jumped into action, like a gunshot signaling the start of a race, and all I want is to cross that finish line.
“Look at you taking me so well,” he growls and in one motion, he’s flipped me on my back, one leg thrown over his shoulder and a hand on my throat.
We’re home.
It’s like a switch flips, and Levi goes from coasting through the race to chasing the finish line with me, his thrusts getting more and more intense as he angles my hips just right to hit that deep spot that has me close to detonating.
“Fuck,” I moan out. “I’m going to come,” I tell him as my nails dig into his back.
“Come for me then, Q,” he says, his thumb finding my clit and putting the perfect amount of pressure to have me seeing stars.
“Show me what a little slut you are for my cock. Scream so loud no one will question who this pussy belongs to,” Levi gasps as he starts thrusting recklessly, until all at once we’re both tumbling over the edge into ecstasy.
My body feels electric. Every touch, every whisper against my skin, feels euphoric, and he keeps going until we’re both spent.
As soon as he’s finished, Levi collapses onto me, his entire body weight falling down against me as we both fight for air—but if this is how I go out, I’ll happily accept it. The feel of his chest slowly rising and falling meshes with my own breath until we are an intertwined mess of limbs slowly moving as one.
“You sure we can’t keep doing this?” he mumbles as he finally rolls off me, taking the condom off and tossing it in the garbage before pulling me into him as he settles on his side.
“You know we can’t,” I whisper, my eyes still closed as I soak in his warmth. We often lay like this for a few moments before Levi either decides to fuck me again or rolls over to go to sleep. It sucks that we don’t spend the night cuddling, soaking in each other's warm embrace, but it helps keep my feelings shoved down, locked away in a box.
I’m more terrified of opening it than I would be of going on a ship in the North Sea. Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve seen the videos. I’ve been on that side of social media. I would not do it.
You wouldn’t catch me on a ship in the North Sea for any amount of money.
“No, we shouldn’t. It’s not that we can’t,” he says. I open my eyes and lock onto his, and damn, I always forget how perfect he looks.
“Same difference. Either way, we both know we shouldn’t do this again…at least not while we’re fake dating. That’s a recipe for disaster. It’ll just be too complicated,” I tell him, half-expecting him to fight me on it.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not sure who made you the fun police, but they definitely deserve to be fired,” Levi grumbles before rolling onto his back, my body immediately missing the warmth of his closeness.
I’m not sure how long we lie there in silence before Levi suddenly sits up.
“Why do you have so much stuff in your hotel?”
Fuck.
“I don’t have a ton of stuff,” I say, closing my eyes because if I can’t see it, maybe I’m not exactly lying.
“You liar,” he says as he stands up, his muscles flexing in his back as he moves, making me want to climb him like a tree all over again. “You have suitcases—multiple suitcases. Plus, you used the closet. Who the fuck uses the closet in a hotel unless it’s for a dress or a suit or whatever bullshit needs to be hung?” He keeps scanning the room until his eyes widen with shock. “Are you fucking living in a hotel, Quinn?” Levi asks, turning to face me with his jaw clenched.
Why is he acting like I just kicked a puppy or something equally awful, not like I’m just staying in a hotel.
Quirking an eyebrow, I stare at him for a moment, but he doesn’t back down.
“Quinn. Answer the fucking question.”
“Yes, Levi, I’m living in a fucking hotel,” I snap, rolling over and pulling the covers back up. At this point, if he’s not staying the night, he can see himself out. “Is that what you wanted to fucking hear?”
“Yeah, Quinn, I wanted to hear that you were living in a fucking hotel. What about your uncle? Ally? No one had a place for you to stay?”
“You think I want to stay with my fucking sister? How about not.” I grimace at the thought. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’d rather stab my eye out.”
“You’re being fucking ridiculous. How did you think I would be okay with you staying in a hotel?” he says.
The fuck?
“I’m sorry, what did I do that gave you the impression that I gave a fuck whether or not you were okay with me staying here?” I say, sitting up on the bed, one hand holding the sheet to cover my breasts, like the man didn’t just have his hands and mouth on damn near every inch of my body.
“Really, Quinn?” he says with an agitated tone. Standing beside the bed, his hip pressed against the wall, he glares down at me. It’d look almost intimidating if he wasn’t completely naked, his hard cock jutting out while he scolds me. “How about when you decided we needed to fake date? How about then?”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with where I’m living.”
“Yeah? How about when your uncle finds out you’re staying in a hotel? Do you think he’ll respect me if he finds out I let you live here when you’re supposedly my girlfriend?”
I just stare at him, my mind racing a mile a minute, running through every scenario of how it would play out if they discovered I was living in a hotel. Yeah…he’s not exactly wrong. It definitely wouldn’t look great.
“Don't even try to make it sound like they wouldn't think I’m the world’s worst boyfriend. Hell, Coach would probably think I was a horrible person, which definitely wouldn't help me stay on his good side. Either that, or they’d see right through our charade and know we’re just bullshitting them. Honestly, that’s probably worse.”
“It’s none of their business,” I tell him, hoping he just leaves it alone.
“Yeah, fuck this. You’re moving to my house. Tomorrow. Before you go to work, I want you to bring all your shit—and your car, which I know is still at your uncle’s. You’re fucking staying with me,” Levi grumbles, pushing off the wall and crawling back in bed. “Don’t even try to fucking argue with me either, Quinn. I’ll drag your ass out of here kicking and screaming.”
“What if I don’t want to live with you?”
“Then I guess you’ll need to find a new fake boyfriend. But I wouldn’t recommend it, unless you want me to go to prison for murdering the sorry fella.”
“You’re a pain in my ass,” I grumble as he snuggles up behind me. His cock brushes against me, and I’m already craving the feeling of him inside me.
“Not yet, Q, but one day I will be.”
Oh hell, what have I gotten myself into?