CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
LEVI
The late afternoon air is slightly cool as I slip into the warm water of the hot tub.
Gigi and Bennett ease in across from me, sighs of relief sounding from all of us as our muscles relax.
I close my eyes as heat seeps into my shoulder, loosening the tension, a groan rumbling through my chest at the feeling.
God, that feels good. The rest of the guys are gaming inside and entertaining Wren.
I hear rustling behind me, and I flick my gaze toward the door.
And there she is. Scarlett steps into view, confident and unhurried, a white bikini bright against her sunkissed skin.
I catch myself staring, taking in her long lines and my attention lingering on the abs that I desperately try not to think about.
I watch as she places her phone on the table before making her way toward us. A cough startles me, as I cautiously look to Steele to see him watching me with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk gracing his lips. I look down, uncomfortable at being spotted that easily.
I feel the water shift as Scarlett steps in beside me, sitting down close enough that our thighs brush, my breath hitching at the contact.
She groans beside me. “Fuck, this feels so good.” I feel her settle beside me before letting out a soft sigh. I feel my body begin to coil with tension again at her proximity, and I hate feeling so out of control of my emotions.
I clear my throat, glancing at Steele. “So, how’s this sponsorship of yours going?”
At the beginning of last season, Steele was brought on as a major partner of PowerPlus Sportswear, and Gigi has been working alongside him as a liaison for the duration.
Steele lets out a breathy laugh as he contemplates his answer. “Busy.” He settles on, before adding, “A lot more hectic than I initially expected, but I enjoy it.”
Gigi smiles at him, rolling her eyes playfully. “I don’t think he realised how many meetings or events would be involved.”
“And the outfits,” He waves his hands, clearly exasperated. “I swear, I’ve been photographed in more outfits over the past year than I’ve worn in my entire life.”
Gigi pushes him playfully. “And yet, you’ve survived.” She teases.
Steele snorts. “Barely.” He says with a wide grin on his face. “Couldn’t be doing this without you though.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Scarlett studying me. I part my lips to ask what she’s thinking before a phone rings out, cutting through the tension.
Scarlett stands, turning to climb out, her ass suddenly right next to my face. My mouth starts to salivate at the view, and I'm unable to look away. Is it possible to be in both heaven and hell at the same time?
She starts to jog across the deck before calling out. “That’s for me.”
She picks up her phone answering it as she walks out of view and I turn back to Steele and Gigi, both of them wearing matching smirks. What is with this?
Steele juts his chin out at me. “So,” He says, leaning back against the edge, “what’s the deal with you two?”
Heat creeps up my neck and I tilt my head down to the water, uncomfortable with the sudden attention.
Gigi gasps. “He’s blushing!” She says in an excited whisper.
I cough, trying to bide myself some time to come up with a response. “I–I mean, there’s nothing to tell.”
Steele snorts. “Uh-huh. Nothing to tell. That’s what they all say.”
I can’t meet their eyes, as I try to sink further into the water.
Because in all honesty, I don’t really know what to say.
I hear light footsteps before Scarlett slides back in beside me, placing her hand on my thigh and I feel myself begin to relax, though I’m still coiled tight with tension. God, I want her again. So badly.
I desperately need to get this attention off me. “What was your phone call about?”
She sighs softly as she settles in again. “My brother was just calling me about his game tonight.”
All of us sit up taller, not really expecting that that’s what she was going to say.
“Wait, what sport does he play?” I ask, genuinely intrigued at this newfound information.
“Rugby League.” She shrugs nonchalantly before adding, “He has a big game tonight at, like, three a.m. our time but I want to support him.”
Steele lets out a low whistle. “That’s commitment on your part, Scar.”
Scarlett rolls her eyes, but there’s a fond expression across her face. “I know. He just wanted to remind me in case I forgot. I told him that I’d try to stay awake.”
Gigi raises a brow at Scarlett, glancing at me quickly before speaking. “Say… wouldn’t you like some company for the game?”
I narrow my eyes on Gigi, picking up what she’s trying to do – and silently begging her not to.
I’m somewhat curious, I’ve never watched rugby before and seeing as it’s Scarlett’s brother, but at the same time, I shouldn’t be finding more reasons to spend time alone with Scarlett.
Not after the reminder Coach gave me on the phone this morning. I can’t afford to be distracted.
Deciding it’s time I’d better leave; I stand before turning to brace my hands against the tub and push myself up onto the deck. The cooler air bites at my skin, water droplets gliding down my skin.
Scarlett’s gaze flicks to me briefly before returning to Gigi. She lifts her shoulder in a small, easy shrug, dismissing her with a wave. “It’s fine. Really. I don’t mind.”
Gigi studies her, clearly unconvinced but doesn’t push. “If you say so.”
I walk away, their voices turning to soft murmurs as I grab my towel and head inside, shutting the door behind me.
The reminder echoes in my head as I walk down the hall – focus, discipline, no distractions. I force myself to hold onto it as I grab my things to take a shower, hoping to wash this need for her right down the drain.
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SCARLETT
It’s quarter to three in the morning and I switch the living room T.V. on, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I had a quick nap before I had to come down to watch, but if i’m being honest, that might not have been the brightest idea.
I connect my phone, so I am able to stream directly and once it connects, I settle back into the couch, pulling a blanket up over my legs.
The game is about a minute away from starting when I hear soft footsteps from the hallway.
I turn my head to watch as Levi appears, his head tipped down, raking his hands sleepily through his soft curls.
Before I can stop myself, I sweep my eyes over him, taking in his bare, defined chest, a deep V that disappears into his low-slung grey sweatpants.
I let out a dreamy sigh subconsciously, making Levi stumble, his gorgeous blue eyes snapping to mine.
He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably as he points his thumb toward the kitchen. “Just getting a drink.” He gives me an awkward smile. So cute.
He makes his way into the kitchen, grabbing a drink before moving back toward the stairs.
“Levi.” I call, patting the seat beside me. He stops in his tracks, posture dropping slightly in what would seem to be defeat, though, I know it’s not. I just can’t put my finger on what emotions are running through him at this point – I’m sensing some kind of war in his mind.
He shuffles toward the couch just as the game kicks off. Levi drops down beside me, keeping a safe distance and his posture rigid and his hands fidgeting in his lap.
I roll my eyes, before leaning into him, wrapping my hands around his bicep. Levi freezes before he slowly releases some of that tension. Finally.
I’m tuned into the game when Levi whispers into my ear, his warm breath brushing my cheek. “So, who’s your brother?”
I flick my eyes up to meet his, melting slightly at his interest. Just for the lake house, Scar.
“The halfback, number seven. Charlie Quinn.” I murmur, sliding one hand down to rest on his thigh. I feel as his breath hitches before he relaxes under my touch. Good boy. I begin to swipe my thumb across his sweats covered thigh.
Levi tilts his head back onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh. I gradually move my hand further up, eventually getting to the crease of his thigh where I rest my hand for the remainder of the half. Charlie’s team is up eighteen to twelve, so it’s a close game but I know he’s got this in the bag.
I turn all my attention to Levi gliding my hand so I’m now cupping his crotch, palming his cock through his sweatpants. I feel him growing hard as I start to get firmer with my movements, Levi choking on a breath.
“S-Scar, we shouldn’t.” His voice is soft as he protests weakly, slowly losing the battle with his mind.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” I slide lower, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers.
His icy blue eyes meet mine as he nods, just barely, but enough to give me confirmation that this is what he wants.
That I’m what he wants. He lifts his hips, allowing me to drag his pants down enough that his dick eagerly falls out, slapping against the skin of his stomach.
My eyes take in the sight – I mean, it really is a beautiful cock. I swipe my thumb over the head, collecting a drop of precome that’s beading at the tip. Levi groans softly, pushing his hips up into my hand, seeking me out.
Leaning forward, I look up at him through my lashes, I lick up the length of his cock, sucking slightly on the tip before taking the head into my mouth. Levi’s hand comes to cup my jaw as he looks down at me with hooded eyes.
I suck on his tip, jerking his cock, holding him here for a little while longer before I slide him deeper into my mouth.
I relax my throat as I work all the way down the length until my nose is just about brushing his pubic bone.
Holding his dick in my throat, I swallow, making Levi moan loudly.
My other hand shoots up to cover his mouth as I shoot him a warning look that he’s too busy to notice.
I bob my head, taking him slow and deep. Each time I come up, I swipe my tongue along the underside of the head before taking him deep again. Levi is pliant, a string of soft whimpers escaping him.
I notice Levi’s abs starting to tighten so I begin to work him harder. My hand grips the base of his cock firmer and I pick up my pace. Levi slides his hands into my hair, moving his hips to no real rhythm, trying to chase his release. I press his hips back down into the couch, holding him there.
“Oh f-fuck, Scar. Fuck.” He groans, teetering on the edge of his orgasm. I squeeze his cock once, and that’s all it took.
“I’m coming, Princess.” Levi says on a gasp as he erupts. Hot, thick spurts of cum shoot all over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat and I swallow him down eagerly.
Once I’m sure he is done, I slide his cock out of my mouth, slapping his belly once before I tuck him back into his pants, sidling up beside him again.
Levi is satiated, and limp, so I wait for him to come back to Earth.
A few seconds later, his head tips to the side and he gives me a small grin which is becoming my new favourite sight.
He’s so beautiful when his guard is down, and it stirs something fiercely protective in me. I don’t think anyone else knows how fragile he really is. Not even his friends, or family. I feel blessed to get this side of him.
He throws an arm over my shoulder, pulling me in tight as he sinks further into the couch just as the teams come back on for the second half. It’s not much longer before my eyes start to get heavy and I fall into a peaceful sleep.