Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Abby
I’ve been seething for days. Seeing Anastasia wasn’t on my bingo card, though I’m glad I did so I could punch her in her stupid face.
Sure, I may get into trouble, but she deserved it, and I will make sure I smile in my mug shot.
Just thinking about her again has me coming up with several ways I could dispose of her body.
“I can be your alibi,” Jagger offers. “You were with me all night.”
“I appreciate it, but we both know I wouldn’t last long in prison. I’ve watched Orange is the New Black, and I couldn’t be anyone’s bitch—I love cock too much,” I reply with a snort.
“Talking about cocks,” he says as Leila makes a “la-la-la-la” sound, “please tell me you banged them.”
Laughter echoes around me through my phone’s speaker. “Maybe, but don’t get excited. We are only friends. We need to build so much back between us. Plus, Landon has a hard-on for his coach.”
Jagger gasps. “No fucking way, weren’t they like rivals?”
“Uh huh, and from what I can gather, Tate wants him, too, but it’s against the rules.”
Jagger chuckles. “Technically there is no actual rule against it, but teams don’t like it because, as much as it sucks, they are both men.
Also, players may get butt-hurt if they think Landon is getting special attention, even though he deserves everything he gets.
The man works harder than most people I know— Ouch!
. . . Fuck, Knox just slapped the back of my head.
Bro, I didn’t mean you. Byeee, Abs. Leila is giving me a look like she wants the phone back now. ”
“Bye, Jagger.”
“Sorry about him,” Leila says. “So everything is going okay with you and my brothers, though spare me the dirty details.”
“Yes, everything is going fine. We have sorted things out and are working on being friends.”
We chat for another fifteen minutes before she needs to hang up and put the twins to bed, with ten of those fifteen minutes being me singing songs to them.
Landon and Levi are in the home gym, working out, which seems intense considering they train almost every day.
So I head upstairs to shower, then have an early night.
I really didn’t think through this whole having sex again thing.
My dry spell was amazing, as shaving was optional, and it now it’s going to be a pain in the ass to make sure everything is kept smooth.
Landon and Levi don’t care—I was with them long enough to know—but for my own sanity, I like to keep things tidy.
I already have enough hang-ups, so I don’t need someone picking a pube from their mouth—nope, I wouldn’t survive it.
After stripping off my clothes, I step into the shower, then turn the water hot enough to remove a few layers of skin.
I stand there for a moment, letting it hit my shoulders, then tilt my head forward as I breathe out slowly.
Grabbing the shampoo, I lather it through my hair.
I’m halfway through rinsing when the bathroom door opens.
Levi steps inside and shuts the door behind him. “Hey,” he says quietly.
He assesses me, trying to decide whether I’m going to throw him out, but right now I need him. My chest aches as I miss Leila and the kids, even though coming home was the right thing to do. It just sucks that I had to leave them behind.
“Hey.”
Taking that for the invite it is, he undresses and gets in with me. He hisses at the temperature, then reaches past me and adjusts the water, turning it down just enough that it’s not scalding us.
“Let me,” he murmurs.
I hand him the conditioner, and he works it into my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, and it feels so good I close my eyes and lean back slightly. As he rinses it out, one hand grips my waist, connecting us the whole time.
“Is everything okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
He sweeps all my hair over one shoulder, then selects another bottle from the array of shower products. His hands move to my back, down my spine, and over my hips. The bubbles of my body wash trickle down my skin in his wake as he washes me slowly, and I like the way his hands feel on my body.
He hums softly, not convinced by my earlier answer. Levi’s thumbs still, then slowly trace the same spot over and over again. It sends a shiver straight through me as his hands slide up my sides and stop just under my ribs.
“For the record,” he says with a smile, “this is me behaving.”
I huff out a laugh. “You’re doing a great job.”
“Don’t encourage me.”
He turns me around and drops his forehead to mine, and we stand there frozen, our bodies close, the water falling over us.
“If I keep touching you,” he whispers, “I won’t stop.”
“So don’t,” I whisper back. I don’t know if it is possible for Levi and me to only be friends—I want him more than I want my next breath.
Levi lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he presses my back into the tiles. His lips descend on my neck, and his teeth scrape along my sensitive skin. His cock nudges at my pussy and he thrusts up, filling me completely.
“Fuck, Levi,” I moan. “I need you to f—”
My words are cut off as his mouth closes over mine and he moans against my lips before pulling back.
“I need to eat your pussy,” he says, steadying me on my feet once more.
I mourn the loss of his cock as he kneels down and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, but the first swipe of his tongue has my leg almost buckling beneath me.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, my hand flying to the wall as he stabilizes me with one hand on my thigh. Then he takes his time—licking and sucking and making my toes curl.
“Levi,” I warn as my orgasm builds.
He hums against me, and it sends a jolt straight up my spine. His tongue moves again, and I can’t help the sound that escapes me. My head tips back and my free hand tangles in his hair.
“Just like that,” I murmur, grinding against his face.
The pressure builds faster, and my grip on his hair tightens as my leg trembles. The sensation tips from pleasure to something way too intense to hold back.
“Oh my god!” I cry out.
He doesn’t stop until euphoria crashes through me and I come apart with a breathless moan.
Levi cradles my hips until the aftershocks recede, and once I finally catch my breath, he stands and spins me around.
As he presses my front against the wall, I turn my head to the side and look at him over my shoulder.
His hands slide up my body as he leans in, and his mouth finds mine, the kiss deepening with the press of our bodies.
“You okay?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe.
He pulls back slightly to brace one hand against the wall beside my head as his mouth trails along my jaw and neck, while the other grips my hip. His cock presses against me, and I arch back into him, a soft sound slipping out of me as his teeth graze my skin.
His cock slips inside me, and he thrusts up, our bodies twining together as he fucks me against the wall.
“God damn,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to the cool tiles.
He murmurs my name against my neck, and it sends another wave of pleasure through me. His hand slides up, grounding me as the heat builds again, slower this time but just as overwhelming.
I cling to every movement he makes, to the sound of his breath, and to the way he stays right there with me, like nothing else exists besides us.
I remember exactly what being with him is like.
When my orgasm hits, it’s intense. My body melts back into his as he holds me, then he lets go as well, and we both allow the moment to wash over us.
He pulls out gently, and I turn around to face him with a smile.
“I missed you,” he says.
“I missed you too. But do you forgive me for walking away?”
He nods. “I do, Abby, and I would never hold it against you. What happened back then—we were kids. Do I wish you came to us? Of course, but I don’t blame you. Neither does Landon. We’re upset we lost the best thing that ever happened to us.”
“Playing professional hockey is the best thing to happen to you, not me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Anastasia was right, Landon never would have left you behind, and neither would I.”
“So maybe everything worked out exactly how it should have, as I probably would have still gone with Leila—she needed me. We can’t change the past, Levi, we can only live in the present.”
“Well, I happen to really like the present.”
“Me too, but we need to figure out what to do about Landon and Tate. I mean, couldn’t this end badly? Jagger told me about how it works in the league. I didn’t realize it would be like that for them.”
Levi turns the water off. “Let’s get dressed, and we can figure it out.”
We both get out, and Levi wraps a towel around his waist and follows me out into my room. I quickly dress and sit beside him on my bed, since he has made no move to leave or get dressed himself.
“I think Landon and Tate might need to work this one out themselves. If there are feelings between them, they can’t be on the same team. It would mean Landon would need to move teams, or Tate would. There could be a lot of fallout.”
“But I saw the way Tate looked at him.”
“I think the whole situation is complicated, and we will have to play it by ear. The View4U content is fine for now, so maybe we shouldn’t overthink it.
They are both getting what they want and need, and I get you.
” He moves so fast I don’t realize what is happening until I’m on my back and he is hovering over me.
“And I really like having you again. If this is you thinking Landon doesn’t want you, he totally does.
But I know he is making sure his heart doesn’t get broken again.
I don’t think he could lose you a second time and survive it.
Tate is an easy distraction for him. He knows what’s on the line and what will happen if he crosses it, but with you, he doesn’t know the variables, and to a man like Landon, that’s important. ”
“I promise this time I won’t run away. I’m not that girl anymore—that’s why I want to be friends with you both. There is no pressure, and we can build back the trust.”
Levi smiles down at me. “But it’s now friends with benefits, right?”
I laugh out loud. “Yes, Levi, it’s now friends with benefits.”
His smile widens but then turns into a frown. “You’re not fucking anyone else, are you?”
I snort. “Well, I kind of am . . .”
Anger laces his face. “Who is he? Because I’ll make sure he doesn’t stick around long.”
“You’re going to chase off your own brother and your coach? Wow, Levi, I think you might have a crush on me.”
Levi sits up on his haunches and tickles me.
“Please . . . stop,” I gasp out.
“No way, you deserve it.”
“I do,” I blurt between giggles. “And I’m not sorry either. You should have seen your face.”
I never thought it would be possible to be in the same room as this man again and not want to rip his dick from his body, but I’m glad we are at the point we are.
Even if it did include a little blackmail and a huge misunderstanding.