“Don’t hold back on account of me,” she responded breathlessly, and when she lifted her lids, her eyes blazing with heat, she confessed, “I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”
It wasn’t so much her words, but the raw honesty in her voice that had me on the verge of telling her this was all I could do. One night. No strings attached. My life didn’t allow for strings. But I refrained. Some unknown voice inside of me said to shut the fuck up. I was thinking with the wrong head, and this wasn’t the time or the place for a heart-to-heart.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rowan
It all happened so fast. He had his fingers inside me. Cock pressed against me, robbing me of all sound judgment. Then we were a frenzy of kisses as our hands raced to tear each other’s clothes off. There was the sound of the foil tearing. My legs clutched around his waist and his thick cock slamming inside me.
Everything about that moment was torturous—and perfect.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight,” he hissed and pushed harder. Thrust deeper. His pace danced on the verge of punishing. His balls slapped my ass and it felt so damn good. I clenched my inner muscles around him and he voiced almost painfully, “Keep squeezing my dick and this won’t last much longer.” He reached lower and sucked on my nipple.
And my only thought was, I didn’t care. If he kept moving at that pace, I’d be screaming his name in no time.
“Levi,” I moaned.
“Yeah, babe?” he panted, not once relenting, sliding in and out of me in deliciously hard and powerful strokes.
“Levi.” My voice escalated. I should have been concerned that we were bare ass and fucking against a thick wall of glass for any of Atlanta’s affluent to see, but I couldn’t form the proper words. The only thing forming—and fast—was the impending orgasm that I knew was going to leave me wrecked.
“Unlock your feet and let your legs go.”
I did as he said.
He slid his arms under my knees and shoved my legs flush against the glass holding me completely exposed to him.
“I really should take you upstairs,” he mumbled and then groaned. “Lay you down . . . fuck it. This’ll have to do.”
Then he shifted his hips and pounded into me. From the pleasure and the force, I was dizzy with lust. Desperate for release, I held my breath and when it all became too much, I released said breath, hoping I didn’t pass out.
I locked my hands around his neck and crashed my mouth to his, sucking and biting his bottom lip, needing all of him. We were a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue, every move frantic and full of need, scorching us both with white hot lust.
“You good?”
“Great,” I forced a whisper, trying to hang on to what little air I had left in my lungs.
With each thrust of his hips, the onslaught of sensations sliced through my body. Each time his dick bottomed out inside of me, my moans got louder and the coiling pulled lower, stronger. Sweat formed on my back, causing an unforgiving friction, leaving a burning sensation.
And then, I was pushed over the edge.
My palms slapped against the glass, and my fingertips dug into the window as I clawed and moaned my way to ecstasy.
“I’m not done with you.” His assuming statement heightened the aftershocks pulsing through me. He nipped and sucked on my neck while maneuvering us through the living room, past a flash of white I assumed was the kitchen, and into a bedroom I had no idea was there. Levi laid me on the neatly made bed, the comforter cool and soft against my warm and clammy skin.
He settled his body between my thighs, not saying a word. He didn’t need to; the desire blazing in his dark-brown eyes spoke volumes. Then his lids closed. He traced his lips from the hollow of my throat, across the tops of my breasts before he worshiped one nipple at a time.
The sight highly arousing, my body bowed off the bed, but I would need a few minutes, there was absolutely no way I was ready for what he still had in mind and the tiny tremors continuously shocking my insides proved it.
“Not yet. I get it,” he mumbled as his mouth trailed down my rib cage, slowing on my belly while he looked up at me with hooded eyes. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I smiled at his unexpected compliment. He didn’t need to go on with the niceties. This was one night. I got it. Still, I whispered, “Thank you.”
He continued with his worshiping. Dangerously bypassing my most sensitive spot as he rained kisses along the insides of my thighs, to the backs of my knees as he spread me open. Levi pushed to his feet, his hard dick bobbing freely, while his eyes, ablaze with lust, bore into mine. I licked my lips, hungry for more. He was gorgeous. And mine—for the night.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked.” He eyed my most intimate part as his lips mapped out a new route. “I need another condom. Don’t move.” I nodded and kept my eyes intent on his firm backside as he stepped away from the bed.
From the few feet of distance, my earlier assumptions were correct. Unforgiving, my eyes traveled down his solid body to the assumed “V” making my mouth water and my thighs squeeze together.
He grabbed me by the legs, flipping me onto my stomach, and I squealed at the unexpected movement. He lowered himself, hovering over my body, sliding his hard cock between my ass cheeks.
With his palms pressed into the mattress, he pushed up and straddled the backs of my thighs. He set his lips on my spine, kissing along the column. For someone who was emotionally detached, he sure knew how to please a woman.
“Levi,” I moaned, feeling myself grow exceptionally wet.
“Hmm.” The deep humming vibrations made me want to push my ass in the air and have him slip in from behind. Which I was pretty sure was his intention.
He spread my ass cheeks open and dragged his thumb around my puckered hole. “You ever been taken here?” I shook my head, fighting off the cringe wiggling through me. Anal was not something I had ever experienced—or wanted to for that matter. “Maybe next time,” he said absentmindedly, and I couldn’t resist peeking over my shoulder. Next time? The almost nonexistent look of shock in his eyes clearly said he didn’t mean it. It was lust and sexual greed talking.
I pressed my cheek against the cool cotton once more to be met by a kiss on my cheek, the side of my mouth, and then he taunted, “Open up, baby.”
My lips parted, giving him access, and he greedily stole my breath from me the same time he slid his cock from between my ass cheeks, diving right into my pussy.
One smooth thrust and he was in deep.
“Fuck!” His voice was hoarse, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks. “This fucking pussy,” he groaned. “Play with your clit.”
That I could do. I had no problems with touching myself. I rubbed the swollen nub a few times and rotated my hips, drawing my orgasm forward.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” He reached for my hips, unleashing the beast from within, punishing my body in hard but thrilling strokes.
The buildup, although quick, was torture. He hit my sweet spot with such precision, I couldn’t take it anymore, and without warning, my orgasm peaked and exploded, causing me to yank at the sheets and scream out.
It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced.
His fingers dug painfully into my flesh as he growled through a clenched jaw and cursed, spilling his release inside the condom, and after a few hard jerks, he tossed himself onto the mattress beside me. Arms spread wide, panting, struggling to catch his breath. I lay there beside him, waiting as another round of aftershocks pulsated through me.
Holding his eyes closed, a smirk crept at the corner of his lip. “Fuck, that was good.” Carefully, he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash can beside his bed before situating himself and tucking me close to his chest. No words, just deep breaths to calm his pounding heart, gifting me with soft kisses on my shoulder and back of my neck.
As nice as it was, alarm bells sounded off inside of my head. Was this normal? Two people—intimacy—no strings? His
actions were confusing, teetering on a dangerous ledge. Was he this giving with all the women he slept with? If so, how could a woman not get confused by him?
God, what a contradiction I was.
Rather than try and analyze what might be happening, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Too soon, this would all be a distant memory.
Sometime later, I roused to the soft sound of Levi snoring. One arm rested above his head, the other next to my hip. I smiled when I saw how peaceful he looked: just a man, quiet and content. Satisfied.
Then the high wore off and I knew I shouldn’t outstay my welcome. We got what we both wanted, and it was time to leave. Put the recollection of the night’s events in my memory box and toss the key. “Something more” was not an option.
Banking on a quiet exit, I slipped out of his hold and took a second to sit on the edge of the bed. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled wistfully, not fighting the pang of guilt, laced with something I refused to define that lodged its way into my chest.
One night, Rowan. You knew it was only ever going to be one night.
I did. I knew all along the type of man Levi was, and in his defense, he never led me to believe otherwise. He was an exceptional lover at best and a gentleman in the least.
Quietly, I pushed to my feet and tiptoed to the living room where my clothes were strewn across the floor. One piece at a time I dressed and debated if I should wake him. Thank him for a wonderful evening and get one last kiss goodnight before I walked out the door and never looked back.
“What’s going on?” The sound of Levi’s sleepy voice startled me.
He stood there in a pair of boxer briefs, stifling a yawn. I blinked, crossing my fingers that my emotions didn’t plan on getting the better of me. He swiped his jeans from the floor and pulled them on, leaving the top button undone.
“It’s late—” I started to say.
“You’re welcome to stay.”
“Thank you, but it’s probably best if I leave. I have to be at work, bright and early and . . .” I rambled, wishing it were that easy.
Before I could finish, he gently took my face in his hands and whispered against my lips. “Stay.”
One-night stands are not supposed to end like this, and definitely not with a slight brush of his lips, or his tongue coaxing mine into a warm and gentle, all-consuming kiss. The complete opposite of the animal he was earlier. A soft rumbling sound ascended from his chest and into my mouth just before he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Can I see you again?” he whispered unexpectedly. In any other situation, the night ending like this would be ideal. The kind of outcome most women dreamed of. But this wasn’t one of those times. No matter how much I wanted to agree and say “yes,” I couldn’t.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” My conscience yelled at me to pull back and put a bit of space between us, but did I listen? Of course not. He felt too damn good.
“And why is that?”
I couldn’t give him an answer.
One night was a lot to take in, but an endless string of one-night stands was not something I could do. Feelings would blossom and if they weren’t reciprocated, I would be left crushed.
“Can we please keep this to ourselves?” I whispered, hesitantly. I took a few steps back, hating the sinking feeling settling in my stomach and the look of unease in his eyes.
“What are you saying?” He stared at me for a beat until realization hit him and disbelief washed over his features. “Ah, fuck,” he blew out and shook his head, his left hand opening and closing in a fist. “You’ve got a man, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Guilt riddled me the second he asked the question. Was it so wrong to keep this to ourselves? He was often in the limelight, and I’d rather stay out of it. After the last few hours, I wasn’t sure how I was going to pretend as if nothing happened. And the fewer who knew, the less I would have to defend myself against my actions.
Stupid, stupid girl.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” he grumbled, more to himself. “Look, I don’t need this kind of shit. I don’t fuck around with another man’s woman. Not my style.” He huffed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with the way the night was unfolding. He took a step forward and decided against it. “You know what, just leave,” he tossed coolly.
“Levi—” My stomach was in knots.
“I said get out.” His voice grew stiff like the muscle in his jaw straining tight.
“Please hear me out.” I wasn’t too far off from begging. “It’s not—”
“I said get the fuck out!”
I flinched and spun on my heel, afraid to poke the dragon. I did this. He assumed, but I didn’t correct him, although, he wasn’t too far off. There was a man, just not in the way he assumed.
CHAPTER NINE
Levi
Three cities in eight days and I was beat. Dog tired. The second I walked through my front door, I planned on grabbing a beer and the television remote and sprawling my overtaxed ass on my living room couch. Do absolutely jack shit for the next two days.
But when we hit the tarmac, Chase had to go and open his big mouth, suggesting we grab a beer at Bucks. What he needed to do was stop acting like a pussy behind the three of us and just come clean with Cece. Tell her he was into her.
So when we walked through the door of our hometown bar, high on our latest eight-game winning streak, laughing and ribbing the shit out of each other, I hadn’t expected my good mood to turn sour and in two seconds flat.
Hatch backhanded my arm. “Isn’t that the blonde from the other night?”
I followed his line of sight and when my eyes locked on whom he was referring to, my teeth clenched. That was definitely the blonde from ten nights ago. The one who had done a number on me leaving my head in some fucked-up mayhem.
“Looks like her.” I shrugged, downplaying my annoyance. She was the last person I had wanted to see, and from the looks of it, while she was out with her man.
He whistled low. “Damn, she moves fast.”
It took everything in me not to shove my fist in his face. I may have gotten played, but I wasn’t about to make it public knowledge. Or let on that I gave a shit.
Slacking my pace, I let the guys lead. I didn’t need them catching wind of my irritation and giving me grief. My nostrils flared, I kept pulling in deep breaths, slowly releasing them while holding on to my composure. I slid onto my seat, and soon after, Cece approached.
“Hey, guys, how’s it goin’? Congrats on your wins. Can I get you your usual?” Cece asked.
I heard every word she said but, for the life of me, couldn’t answer. If I did, I was sure I was going to explode. Consequences be damned. And what made matters worse? I had no right to let my temper grab the reins. But did that stop the fury from stewing deep inside me? Hell no.
“Yeah,” I eventually choked out. “Thanks.”
“You got it!” She spun on her heel and headed back to the bar.
Regardless of being only a handful of tables away, I let my eyes linger longer than they should have, observing every damn exchange between the two. He would say something, and in turn, her head would fall back in laughter, making her thick, blonde waves almost touch her ass. She reached for her drink, quickly setting it back down, probably realizing it was empty and grabbed his before he could protest. If that wasn’t an obvious sign that the two were together, I didn’t know what was.
The flirting was maddening, bombarding my head with crazy thoughts.
What pushed me over the edge was her leaning into his side when he handed her a little robin’s egg blue box. She smiled up at him like he hung the moon. He placed a kiss on her head and whispered something close to her ear.
How in the fuck could she do that to him? Cheat on him—with me—and make me out to be the bad guy, asking me to keep our night a secret?
She pulled the thick white ribbon and eagerly removed the sa
me color blue bag. When she turned it over, something fell into her palm and she gasped; her pretty smile lighting up her entire face. My knee bounced erratically, and I could feel my lips pulling back, baring teeth.
Oh, hell fucking no!
I wasn’t going to sit around and watch this shitshow unfold.
Hatch leaned toward me and asked, “You all right?”
“I’ll be right back.” I planted my feet on the floor and managed to tell the guys, “Gonna say hi to a buddy of mine.”
Each time the soles of my shoes gained ground, my temper flared inside me. The second she realized I was headed straight for the guy sitting close beside her, her eyes went wide.
“’Sup, Spence.” I clapped his back and we shook hands, all the while feeling sorry for the guy and maybe even a little guilty that I had anything to do with the “situation.”
“Levi. How’s it goin’, man?” He tossed back and my eyes cut to her for a split second. Yup, she was shocked. Guilty.
“Good and you? Long time no see. Just wanted to come over and say hey.”
“Yeah, it has been. Things have been good.” He turned his attention to the table. “Guys, I’d like you to meet Levi Montgomery, plays first base for the Bucks,” he said as he introduced me to his “friends.”
I nodded once in polite greeting, avoiding those beautiful sky-blue eyes that weren’t so beautiful to me in that moment. Rather, they were clouded blues filled with fear and guilt, silently pleading with me to keep my trap shut. And they say men are dogs. Yeah, right!
The women, aside from Rowan, said a polite “hello,” and I shook hands with the guys. One of them asked how we did in Philly and I humbly reported our win. Another congratulated me on my back-to-back home runs against Washington and Miami.
After that, I couldn’t hang around anymore. Seeing her next to him . . . my muscles quivered with tension.
“Well, it was nice meeting all of you. I better get back.” I threw my thumb over my shoulder. “Just wanted to come over and say hey.” I shook Spencer’s hand once more and offered, “Let me know if you make it out to a game sometime. Be glad to show you around.”
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