Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
LEVI
A hot mouth with a hint of alcohol mixed with mine, hands running through my hair, and a hard body pressed against me were proof that this was very real. Our tongues tangled and lips clashed so hard I worried they might get bruised.
The kiss with Andy was all-consuming, and I worried if I didn’t pull back, I just might pass out from the lack of air. But I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more of him.
Even when every cell in my body screamed at me that this was a terrible idea, I couldn’t stop myself. It was like Andy had become my drug and I was addicted, always coming back even if I knew I’d get hurt in the end.
As if giving myself the ultimate jinx, Andy broke our lips and pulled back.
Again .
Fuck, I really was a fool.
He must have seen the immediate hurt that rushed through me, because he quickly pulled me to him, like he was afraid I’d run away. I wanted to snap that he was the one who ran away last time, not me .
“Wait, fuck. Sorry, I’m messing this all up,” he said, sounding anxious.
Andy was a few inches taller than me, the perfect height for me to rest my chin on his shoulder in our current position.
“I didn’t mean to kiss you,” he said softly. Now the hurt turned into anger again. He was so good at ping-ponging my emotions that I had to wonder if he was doing this on purpose.
I turned my head toward him, and, seeing his exposed neck, I couldn’t force down my instinct to bite. The angrier I felt, the harder I bit.
“Ow, wait. That’s not what I meant! I don’t regret kissing you, but can you please let me explain?” Andy groaned in either protest or from the pain, but he didn’t try to push me off him and, in fact, held me even tighter.
Feeling bad, I released his skin to reveal obvious teeth marks. I didn’t break the skin, but there was no hiding that someone had been munching on his neck.
I pressed a soft kiss to the spot as a silent apology. His warm skin trembled under my lips, which turned my frown into a smile.
At least I knew I still had some effect on him.
Andy had his gaze downcast, watching my every move when I pulled back. I tried to step back so I could look at him face-to-face, but his hands were still clasped around my waist, so I wasn’t able to retreat much. Just enough that our chests were still pressed together, and I could meet his eyes.
“Are you finally going to explain what this is all about? You kiss me, then pretend it doesn’t happen, then agree to be my wingman tonight but actively cockblock me, then kiss me again . You’re giving me too many mixed signals,” I said with a huff.
“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, hanging his head.
I scoffed. “You’ve apologized so many times already, but you still haven’t given me what I need. I want answers, Andy. I can’t keep doing this.”
“I know! I know…” His voice trailed off as he cleared his throat. When he spoke again, he sounded much more confident. “I like you,” he blurted out.
My mouth opened and closed like a goldfish blowing bubbles because that was not what I expected at all. I half expected he’d give me excuses or bullshit answers about how he wasn’t gay or bi or whatever and the kiss had only confused him to the nth degree.
The last thing I expected out of his mouth was to admit that he actually liked me. To confirm that the connection I felt between us wasn’t only in my head and he’d felt it too.
Whatever hurt he’d put on me this past week didn’t feel so painful anymore. In fact, I was so giddy I was practically floating. The only thing keeping me grounded was Andy’s hold on me.
“I like you too,” I replied. I wasn’t the type of person to hear a confession of someone’s feelings and just leave them hanging. Especially not when I really, really liked the person.
“Fuck, your dimples are going to kill me,” Andy groaned and pressed his forehead to my shoulder. I hadn’t even known I was smiling until he mentioned that.
“It’s not as simple as that,” he muttered when he stood straight again.
I frowned. “Is this because you’re straight?”
“What? No, and obviously, if I have feelings for you, then I’m not straight, but I’m not talking about that. Your dads might be the ones who hired me, but you’re still one of my bosses, Levi. We work and live together. Plus, I’m here on a six-month contract, and I plan on returning to New York when it’s over. And during that time, there’s so much I need to do that I don’t have time for anything definite. I’m not staying ,” he blurted out the words like he’d recited this speech a dozen times beforehand.
It took a minute for what he said to sink in. Honestly, most of those points sounded like he was trying to convince himself this was a bad idea instead of pushing me away.
And the way he emphasized how he was leaving Wintertown at the end of the six months, it sounded more like he was trying to warn me so I didn’t get hurt. That showed me exactly the kind of person he was.
Andy cared, and that was why he was trying so hard to dissuade himself from this.
I laughed. It was funny that the person who kept telling me I deserved better was the better he mentioned, but he kept saying he was unavailable while blocking me from other people. I’d never been in such a bizarre situation.
“Okay,” I said when my laughter calmed down.
“Okay?” he repeated. “What does that mean?”
I slid a hand between us and rested it on his chest. Even with the music booming through the walls, I could feel his strong heartbeat, as steady and constant as he was.
“It means we don’t have to define anything. We’ll enjoy ourselves and have fun hanging out with each other. We keep work and our personal lives separate. And when the time comes, we’ll go our own ways with no hard feelings,” I replied.
It was probably a stupid idea—I was definitely going to get attached—but if it meant I could have him for a bit, maybe it was worth it. At least he was being upfront about this, unlike all the other guys who strung me along without a single regard to my feelings.
“Are you sure?—”
“Or I can go back out there and go through with what I’d planned to do with sexy biker man,” I teased.
His grip tightened. I smirked at the realization that the reason he’d been acting this way all night was because he was jealous.
Glancing down, I saw the veins on his forearms straining even more with his elevated emotions. I used a finger to trace along the thickest of the veins, starting from his wrist to his elbow, then followed a different vein down again.
“What are you doing?” Andy asked, watching the lazy movements of my finger.
“Just touching you. Is that not allowed?” I said and blinked innocently at him.
His breath hitched as his gaze bore into me. His chest heaved with effort from either getting his next words out or holding himself back. “It’s more than allowed. But Levi, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
I glided my finger down his arm until it reached where his hand was resting on my hip and gently pried it off me so I could hold it.
“I know,” I replied, just as softly as the tone he’d used. “But I want you, and I know what this thing between us is. It doesn’t have to be any more complicated than that.”
Placing a kiss on the back of his hand, I looked him straight in the eye, hoping I was giving him my most seductive look. I prayed he’d just follow his desires and turn off his brain. And for once , my prayers were answered as Andy flipped us around until my back was against the wall, and he was chasing me down with his lips.
He kissed me like he’d been starved for years, practically devouring me until I was all hot and malleable under his hands. That was when he lifted me by my butt and I wrapped my legs around him.
I gasped in surprise, breaking the contact of our lips, but he didn’t falter and continued pecking, kissing my cheek, chin, anywhere he could reach. I held onto him tighter. My back was pressed against the wall and my front only had his hard body to lean on. He was the only thing preventing me from falling.
His hands cupped my ass, supporting me and holding my lower half, that was snuggled right against him. In this position, his reaction prodded my underside, and that lit my body up even more.
He could definitely feel the hardness in my very tight pants currently rubbing against his stomach. I claimed his mouth again and got lost in his taste and the feel of him.
My hips rocked, craving more friction. The action earned me a sexy, rumbly groan from Andy. “Fuck. We have to stop before I lose every ounce of my control.”
I grinned and swept back his bangs, which had him looking up at me. “Put me down,” I ordered, and he obliged. He took a couple of steps back, which gave me a front-row view of the very impressive boner inside his jeans.
The muscles of his arms strained, and I knew he had to be putting in a lot of effort to keep himself together right now. I laughed and grabbed his hand.
“Come on,” I threw over my shoulder as I pulled us through the hallway.
“What are we doing?” Andy asked when I dragged us inside an empty bathroom.
The club, thankfully, had individual bathrooms lined up together instead of one giant room with a bunch of stalls.
The layout was too tempting to not use for a quickie. Considering the club was full of horny, drunk people, I took that as the club’s owners giving permission to do as we wished.
I didn’t answer Andy’s question, and instead, as soon as the bathroom door was locked, I scrambled to unzip his jeans and get to my prize.
I was just about to drop to my knees for him when Andy caught a hold of my arm. “Wait, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Who knows what’s on those floors,” Andy stated with a grimace.
“Way to ruin the moment,” I said with a huff.
I hadn’t been thinking about that at all, but now that he brought it up, the floor did look suspiciously yellow in some parts.
Thank god Andy stopped me before I ruined my expensive leather pants.
I’d gotten these as a splurge when I visited the city with my best friend a few years back. Felix had said they made me look good enough to eat, and he was proven right by the hungry look Andy faced me with when he first saw me in them tonight back at home.
It didn’t matter that I was still hurt and angry at him. It had taken everything inside of me to not jump him right then and there.
A chuckle sounded and a soft caress on my spine had me shivering. My attention focused back on Andy. His hand slid down my side. His touch felt electric, every place he touched burned for him.
“Then let me help you get back into the mood.”
His breath tickled my ear, and the shivers started again. I didn’t know what it said about me that it took me no time to be once again inundated with lust, or maybe Andy was just that irresistible.
Yep, that was what I was gonna go with.
Andy’s hand moved over my mesh top, which to be so for real, the shirt was practically nonexistent, and I could feel even the tiniest bumps on his hand. They were callused, probably from working in the kitchen, but I didn’t mind the roughness.
In fact, I loved the itchy sensation they brought, my skin lighting up under his fingers. They traced up and down my smooth chest, then circled around my areola before pinching my nipple right through the mesh layer.
I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. The club music was still blaring outside, but who knew how soundproof the bathrooms were? What if some perv had seen us enter together and now had their ear pressed up against the door?
The thought of someone listening in or getting off to our sexual exploit had me arching even more under Andy’s touch. His hand roamed down until it landed at the base of my stomach, right above the massive tent in my pants that was practically begging to be freed.
My breaths came out deep and ragged as I watched him stare. I dearly hoped that he wasn’t having second thoughts now that he was faced with the reality that he was actually going to see another man’s dick up close and personal.
Thankfully, he didn’t let my doubts swirl for long. His hand went back into action, quickly undoing my pants and pulling down the tight jockstrap I’d worn under them.
Andy’s breath hitched again when my dick finally sprung loose. It greeted the man with a stream of needy precum dripping down the side.
“Did I scare you off?” I asked with a nervous chuckle.
Andy let out a deep exhale as his gaze fixed on my dick. With his attention right on him, my dick was having a little problem keeping from crying with want and desire.
“I don’t scare easily,” was all Andy said before smashing our lips together.
When I felt something velvety warm and hard pressed against my cock, then wrapped together inside his large hand, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped into his mouth.
I wanted to watch our dicks rub together as his right hand jerked us off, but Andy’s left hand kept my head in place and his tongue held me prisoner. All I could do was relish his attacks from both top and bottom.
His lips made me dizzy with desire. His hand worked his hard cock together with mine, and the calluses added another layer of sensation that drove me to the finish way too soon.
Even I wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that shot out of me. My body shook from the force, feeling weightless. Andy was the only thing keeping me standing.
He swallowed the majority of my moans, but if someone really did have their ear pressed to the door, there was no way they didn’t hear me with how loud I was.
A grunt sounded from Andy too, and I felt his release splash over my dick, which sent another wave of pleasure through me. He kissed me through his orgasm, our tongues and lips moving in a slow tangle as if he was savoring every bit of this moment as I was.
“Shit. That was…” Andy started when he pulled back, but he didn’t finish his sentence. I was starting to think that was a common occurrence with this man. But I didn’t mind right now.
Not when he looked all sexed out as he looked at me with a loopy smile.
“Yeah,” I agreed with a chuckle, then pressed a kiss to his chin. He was clean-shaven, though his five o’clock shadow had peeked through.
“It’s definitely a lot messier with two dicks,” he said with a chuckle and held up his right hand.
It was covered with our combined jizz. I looked down at our bodies and realized he’d been rational enough to cover the heads so we hadn’t dirtied our clothes.
He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his hand clean. A tiny bit of regret shot through me at all the wasted cum. If I’d been quick enough, I could have lapped it all up for him .
That very intimate thought was blown away when Andy grinned at me like he knew what I was thinking. That would have been impossible, or at least I hoped it was.
He took his time tucking me back into my jockstrap, then pulled my pants up and made sure I was presentable. He wasn’t nearly as attentive for himself as he quickly had his jeans buttoned, not even caring to tuck his shirt back into his pants.
I was still a little cum-drunk, feeling all fuzzy and cared for under his attention that all I could really do right now was watch as he washed his hands.
His beautiful, wonderful hands had felt amazing on me, and I couldn’t stop wondering when the next time I’d be able to feel them again.
“Ready?” he asked, drying his hands with a paper towel. I nodded, and he grabbed my hands, threading our fingers together and making my heart almost beat out of my chest.
I was so ridiculously happy that I couldn’t even bring myself to care at the curious stares shot our way when we exited the bathroom together. Strangers smirked at us, clearly knowing what we’d been up to, but I couldn’t pay them any mind.
My focus was completely on Andy’s wide back as he guided us back to the main area to find Austin and Jim. They’d been looking for us too, so it didn’t take long to meet up with them.
Their eyes immediately landed on Andy and my combined hands, but Andy didn’t let me go. That made something inside of me flutter hard until I was practically floating as I walked.
It wasn’t until we went to retrieve our coats that Andy let me go to put his on. Austin used this chance to hook his arm through mine again and pressed against my side as he whispered into my ear, “Had a good night? ”
There was a knowing twinkle in his eyes as he watched my expression. Yep, he definitely knew something happened with Andy tonight, but I didn’t care. I was still on the high of the orgasm and planned on enjoying it for as long as I could.
“Yeah, I really did,” I answered with a laugh.
I wasn’t going to think about the future or the ticking clock that would signal the end of this fun thing I had with Andy. I was determined to just enjoy the moment.
Maybe if I kept telling myself that, I’d get better at protecting my heart.