Between Mateo and Levi, I had to be the luckiest girl in Whynot. Probably even Texas. Maybe even the world.
“How about some lunch?” he asked. “And maybe we should text Mateo.”
“I know what to send him. I left my phone at my house, though.”
“Good thing I have mine.” He picked his up from the side table and unlocked the screen, handing it to me.
I flipped to his camera and turned it around to take a selfie. My cheeks were rosy, my hair mused. His silver and purplejersey swamped me like a mini dress, but I really wanted Mateo to see it on me.
I snapped a picture and put it in our group chat with a wink.
Levi loomed behind me, then wrapped his arms around me and tugged me close. His chin settled on my shoulder as we watched the typing bubbles appear.
Mateo: Fuck. I’m at work
Mateo: And now my cock is hard and I’m jealous
We’ll see each other tomorrow ;)
Mateo: Avery, did you steal his phone? Levi doesn’t use wink emojis
I grinned and Levi snorted. “Tell him,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck.
I did. I’ll text you later :P
Mateo: Send me more pictures.
Of BOTH of you.
“Mmm.” I turned around and looked up at Levi, raising a brow. “Can I take a picture of you? You can lay back on the bed with your briefs on.”
Levi pressed his lips together. “He doesn’t want to see me.”
“He definitely does.”
Levi’s phone rattled in my hand and we both looked down at the message. I gasped as a picture of Mateo’s bulge came through.The two of us drooled over the sight of him hard in his firefighter pants and suspenders.
He wasreallyhard.
“Fuck,” Levi groaned. “You know what? Come here.”
He pulled me close and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist. I held onto him as he took the phone and opened the camera, using the mirror to take a picture of him holding me, the jersey hiked up above my waist.
Which meant Mateo would be able to see my ass.
And the hard-on growing in Levi’s underwear.
“You’re trouble,” he mumbled. “You know that? Can I send him this picture?”
He showed it to me and I nodded immediately. This was turning me on all over again. “See,” I rasped. “I knew the pictures you took would be good.”
“Fuck, Avery. I’m fucking hard. I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the kitchen to show you my photos.”
He was right. There was no fucking way.
“Send him the picture. And then I want you on top of me again. Coming inside me again. Maybe even . . .”
I trailed off and his muscles tensed. Shit. Had I said too much?
