Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
LEVI
“What do you want me to do for you today?” Wylie asks from where she’s perched on the counter, wearing one of my shirts and looking disheveled from me running my hands through her hair all night, tugging on it, twisting it over my fist, even running it over my skin, loving the contrast of the red color on my skin.
Last night was . . . Christ, I feel like Jesus walking on water this morning. That’s how amazing it was. Like nothing could penetrate this feeling, this amazing, glorious feeling. And it’s all because of her.
People always say, there’s nothing like love at first sight. Well, there sure as fuck is lust at first sight because I knew it. I knew she’d be perfect for me the moment I saw her. I could feel it deep within me, and last night was evidence of that.
She was playful.
Responsive.
And open to everything.
She took charge but also submitted to me.
And I realized last night that nothing will be better. No one will ever be better. She has ruined me in the best way possible.
“What do I want you to do for me?” I ask as I carry over a cup of coffee to her. “Uh, take naked pictures for me and put them in a book so I have something to take with me on away trips. That’s going to be priority number one.”
She chuckles and pulls me into her with her legs around my waist. She runs her fingers over my scruff and says, “Do you really think I’m going to do that?”
I slip my hands under her shirt and grip her hips. “If you were a good assistant, you would.”
“Doesn’t seem like the kind of task an assistant would do.” Her fingers trail through my hair, and I find myself sighing into her touch. The control this woman has on me is incredible.
“It’s the kind of task I require from you, so if you could get that done, that would be great.”
She chuckles and leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “I’ll see what I can do.”
I slide my hands up her back. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“In all seriousness, what can I do for you?”
“Make a post or two,” I say, “and then work on your art. Seriously, babe, I don’t need a lot of help, so focus on you.”
“I can’t take your money, Levi, if I’m not doing things for you.”
“Then don’t take it.”
She pulls away slightly. “And how the hell am I supposed to afford anything if I’m not making money?”
I pause. “I’m going to guess me saying that I can pay for things isn’t going to fly.” She shakes her head. “Fine,” I bemoan. “Uh, I guess just whatever you think needs to be done. I have nothing in particular, so if you think something needs to be done, then have at it.”
“What about my dad’s tasks?”
“Oh, he wants you to pick me up more books to rewrite. He’s really into that idea. Looks like his creativity has run out.”
“I can do that,” she says. “Anything in particular?”
I tap my chin. “Maybe a book on Colorado?”
She chuckles. “Do you really read those?”
“I do now. I find them fascinating. Just don’t copy and paste text so I’m rereading the same shit over and over again.”
“You noticed that?” She winces.
“Yeah, I did and I missed out on some valuable information.”
“Well, I don’t plan on rewriting anything for you, so nothing to worry about,” she says with a kiss to my nose.
“I’ll be sure to pick you up some more books about other states.
” She kisses me again, then pulls away. “Okay, you need to leave or else you’re going to be late, and you don’t want my dad questioning why you’re late. ”
“I’ll just tell him I was busy sticking my dick inside his daughter.”
She smirks. “Not suggested.”
“Shame.” I let out a heavy sigh and kiss her nose before pulling away. “I better get out of here before I repeat what we did this morning.”
“Probably should.” She crosses one leg over the other, drawing my attention to her sexy thighs.
I push my hand through my hair and take a step back as I continue to stare at her. She notices, and to my dismay, she smirks, then uncrosses her legs and spreads them.
“Fuck,” I mutter as her pussy comes into view. “Baby, don’t do this to me.”
She chuckles and then hops off the counter. She takes my hand in hers and guides me over to the door. With her hand on my chest, she stands on her toes and kisses my chin. “Go, I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Naked?”
“Naked,” she confirms.
“Good.” I kiss her one more time, and before I do something stupid, I take off, leaving her behind.
But I admit there’s a large smile on my face because those words, “I’ll be here when you get back,” gave me chills. I. Want. That. More than I thought I wanted.
“Good morning, boys,” I say as I walk into the locker room, feeling like that meme of Leonardo DiCaprio walking along the street, a gleeful pep in his step and a smirk on his face.
All my guys look up from where they sit and watch me sit on the bench of the locker room where I start removing my shoes.
They’re silent for a moment and then Silas speaks up. “Someone sucked his dick.”
“I agree,” Eli says. “I haven’t seen him this happy since the chef put an extra piece of bologna on his sandwich.”
OC leans forward and examines me. “He has a permanent smile on his face. That’s a my dick was sucked smile.”
Pacey checks me out as well. “I concur.”
Halsey remains quiet off to the side, but I do feel his gaze on me as I look up at all my boys. “You’re being offensive.”
“Dude, tell us it’s not true,” Pacey says.
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I say. “Can’t a guy just be nice to other guys without the assumption that his dick was sucked?”
“Yes,” Silas says. “But when said guy has been a real bastard recently, evasive, basically MIA, then we have the right to question about the sucking of your dick.”
“He’s right. It’s the law,” Eli adds.
“The law of what?” I ask.
“Brotherhood,” OC says. “It’s the law of brotherhood.”
“There’s no such law,” I defend.
“It’s unspoken,” Pacey says.
“Then how do we know it’s enforceable?” I ask.
“Because . . .” Eli says. “Because we said so.”
“Wow, great argument, remind me to use that when I’m in the pits of a controversy.” I slip out of my sweats, leaving me in my compression pants.
“He’s avoiding the topic,” OC points out. “Makes me think that he really did get his dick sucked.”
“Of course he did,” Silas says. “Just look at his stupid grin. The only time I’ve ever seen him grin like that is after a wild night with a woman and when he tried ground mustard with his bologna for the first time.”
“He’s right,” Pacey says. “That grin is reserved for two occasions.”
“The question we now pose is . . . who was it?” Silas asks.
“Great question,” Eli says. “Could be a random . . . could be the assistant.”
“It’s not the assistant,” I say, maybe a touch too quickly and a touch too defensively. “Don’t even suggest that.”
“Whoa,” Pacey says as he looks around at the boys. “Just a joke, man.”
“A joke that’s not funny,” I say.
“He seems pretty defensive,” Silas says.
“Very defensive,” OC adds as he leans in close to me and takes a sniff. “He doesn’t smell like he’s lying, though.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Pacey asks.
“Gross, dude,” Silas says.
Eli points back and forth between OC and me. “The more you two hang out, the more you start to act like each other. I don’t like it.”
I glance over at OC and then back at the boys. “It’s true, there’s a certain scent people get when they lie.”
“See?” OC thumbs toward me.
“Holmes, tell them they’re idiots,” Pacey says.
Halsey looks up from where he’s taping his stick. “I’m not paying attention. Don’t include me in this idiocy.”
Grumbling, Silas says, “Just tell us who sucked your dick, Posey.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Coach Wood shouts from the entrance of our locker room, scaring the shit out of all of us.
To my dismay, my teammates duck their heads, acting like they weren’t just talking about Coach Wood’s daughter sucking me off, leaving me looking like a deer in headlights.
“I, uh . . . you know?—”
“My office, now,” he says before turning away and walking to his office.
Fuck.
Me.
When he’s out of earshot, Silas says, “That doesn’t sound good.”
“You think?” I shout. “Christ, here I was in a good mood?—”
“Because of the dick sucking,” OC says.
“Because I was just in a good mood, for fuck’s sake,” I yell. “And you guys ruined it.”
I put my pants back on and then slip my feet into my slides before I head to Coach Wood’s office.
I swear, if he heard anything about the assistant talk, I’m going to murder all my friends. Sorry, Agitator fans, your starting lineup is now deceased.
I walk past an assistant coach and give him a head nod before I knock on Coach Wood’s office door.
“Get in here,” he yells.
Great, he seems like he’s in a good mood.
I let myself in and take a seat, not even waiting for him to tell me to do so.
Studying me, he leans back in his chair and says, “You fucking my daughter?”
Dear God in heaven.
Sweat creeps up the back of my neck as I try to remain calm and not give away anything. “No,” I say. “Why would you think that?”
“What was Silas saying, then?”
I feel tempted to shift, to fidget, to do anything to help dispel my nerves, but I remain calm instead and try to relax the shake in my bones.
“He was being an idiot. All of them were. I arrive in a good mood, and they think that I had sex with someone.”
“Did you?”
“No,” I say, the lie flying out of my mouth before I can even think about it.
“So you’re not doing anything with my daughter?”
“With all due respect, sir, I’m trying to avoid her as much as possible. I really don’t think traveling with her and having her stay in my room was a good idea.”
“Why?” he asks, his scowl growing.
“Because I was a goddamn nervous wreck the whole time, and I wasn’t able to focus on my gameplay.” Semi true. “I need my space and time to, you know . . . take care of myself, and having her there is not helping.”
He slowly nods, still studying me. “You have been off your game lately.”
“This whole arrangement has been stressful,” I say. “Maybe we should, I don’t know, call it quits.”