41. Levi
LEVI
“Levi, wait.”
I ignore my father’s shouts. I don’t want to be anywhere near him right now, especially not when he’s still got Aspen’s pussy juice all over his goddamned mouth. If I hadn’t interrupted, he’d have fucked her.
I don’t even want to look at him.
But as much as I want to storm away, to not be anywhere near him, rage blows up inside me. I want him to understand why I’m so fucking mad.
I’d been planning on using the doors off the dining room to escape out onto the veranda and disappear back into the woods, but instead, I spin on my heel and face him.
“You are such a fucking hypocrite. You said we’re not allowed to mess with her until after the weather turns, and yet here you are, feasting on her fucking pussy like you haven’t eaten for a month.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just did.”
“So if I were to accidentally fall on her and get my dick lodged in her ass, you’d be fine with that, too?”
“It’s different.”
I arch my brow. “How?”
“Because she wants me. You know she does, and that’s what’s bothering you the most. You think if she falls hard for me, that she won’t want you—or anyone else—near her.”
I bark out a cold laugh and dig my fingers into my hair.
“And what’s wrong with that? Because that would be a problem, wouldn’t it?
Why did we even bring her here if it wasn’t to keep us entertained when the snow fell and there was nowhere else for us to go?
If she’s only interested in you, what are the rest of us supposed to do? ”
“It’ll be fine, Levi. You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.”
“It is a big deal, especially if you start to catch feelings for her, too. Do you know how much that will fuck everything up?”
Blake presses his lips together and gives his head the tiniest of shakes. “That’s not going to happen.”
I blow out an exasperated breath. “I told you it was a mistake.”
“It’s not. She’s right for us. I know she is.”
“What about when she finds out—?”
He cuts me off. “When she does, we need her to still want to stay…” He hesitates and adds, “Or have to stay.”
He’s right, and that’s so fucking annoying.
Yeah, I’m jealous that my dad got to eat her pussy before I did.
All I’ve been stuck with is jerking off into her clothes or stolen pieces of hair.
That doesn’t mean I won’t get to taste her, though.
He could be just warming her up for me. It’s not as though I’m against sharing—that was the plan all along—it just pisses me off that he thinks he can get things his way all the time just because he’s older.
I draw a breath. “She’s staying. No matter what. But this changes things. You know that, right? You don’t get to say what goes anymore. She’s fair game now.”
If my dad gets to fuck her, then so do I…