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My plans are back in motion. “By the way, your shirt looks cute.”
“Really?” Livvie raises a sunny face to mine. “I worked really hard on it.”
“It’s too pretty. I guess that’s the problem. All your wonderfulness is out on display and it makes me jealous. Sorry for making you wear the towel.”
“So you won’t do it again, right?”
“I never said that.”
CHAPTER5
Olivia
I wrapmy arms around Levi. I can’t stay mad at my gentle giant, even as he admits he will likely do it again. Still, it makes a difference that he told me why he’d been upset about the shirt. Maybe it was a little showier then my normal stuff, but it was the twins’ fault. I had no idea that sex would make me feel so different. Knowing that not only one but two men worship my body makes me feel beautiful.
Levi and Zeke openly showing their affection now makes me feel sexier than I’d ever imagined. They always want their hands on my skin and I always want them there, and the fewer clothes I wear, the easier it is for them to get to it. Plus, I’d be a liar if I didn't admit I enjoy teasing them. It doesn't feel so mean teasing them now that we can act on our desires. There isn't anything standing in our way anymore. We can do as we please. All of these things have added to my new-found sexiness. This new freedom is liberating.
I stare back over my shoulder into the darkness and remember how Erika was carried off. I don’t get the opportunity to linger, though, as Levi is walking so fast that I almost trip over my feet trying to keep up with him. He doesn’t let me hit the ground. He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me.
“Maybe I should carry you from now on,” he suggests with a serious face. He’s not even fazed by my weight or size; it’s like he’s carrying a pillow. His legs are so long that it feels like we’re moving faster than we are. It’s just that his natural stride makes his pace feel so much more brisk.
“You think we should check on them?” I ignore his suggestion. If I give it any attention he’ll take it as an invitation to carry me everywhere.
“You talked about getting Erika some boyfriends like you have.” He smiles down at me. “Tank is big enough to make up two.”
I snort, because while that is true, I don’t see my men as “boyfriends”. When I moved in next to them, they were indeed boys by law, but they didn't look it then either. Calling them boys in any form is laughable. They have always been physically mature beyond their years. Their bodies were sinful to watch growing up and I’d done my share of watching.
“Okay,” I concede, wriggling in Levi’s hold. I'm not trying to get out of his hold, I want to be wrapped around him and not cradled in his arms. He tightens his hold on me for a second before he realizes I’m not trying to get free. He allows me to shift myself to wrap around him the best I can. I bury my face in his neck as we head for home. The smell of his skin is comforting and it relaxes me.
If he says Erika is fine with Tank, I’ll just text her later and make sure. Levi wouldn’t lie to me. “What are you going to do now that you have me all to yourself?” This time when I wriggle I do it to get friction where I need it most. He flexes his hand on my ass, tightening his grip there.
“Try not to ruin that beautiful shirt you made.” His face is so serious, so I stop grinding against him and throw my head back and laugh. I have a feeling he is repeating that thought over and over in his head so that he doesn’t ruin my shirt.
“If you rip it off me I don’t think I’d mind.” I bite my lip when Levi almost trips over his own feet. He rights himself and takes off running. I grip onto him tighter and nestle my face in his neck. I only mean to breathe him, in but before I know what I’m doing I’m licking and sucking on him.
I moan his name when I try to move my hips. I hadn’t noticed, but I’ve been inadvertently rubbing myself on him to get friction against his stomach. He’s too big for me to wrap all the way around him. Kissing his neck and grinding on his cock at the same time is impossible, but I’ve managed to find the perfect friction. A girl has to use the hand she’s dealt.
I’m so close to coming, but Levi then pushes me closer to his body, pinning me to his front. I’m no longer able to move. His fingers dig into my ass so hard that I secretly hope they leave an impression. I don’t know where the thought comes from, but I’m soon trying to move against him in the hope that I’ll wake up tomorrow with tiny marks on my skin—indications of his barely restrained passion.
I pull my head back to look at him. I barely get his name out when his hand leaves my ass and covers my mouth. He presses my back against a wall, trapping me. He moves his other hand to steady us against the wall. He thrusts his hips forward, making sure I can’t move at all. He begins to dry hump me right there up against that wall.
It isn’t until I hear a familiar ding that I start to piece things together. My lazy eyes flick up to meet his. He looks pissed and like he’s about to fuck me into the wall.
“Olivia,” he warns. I try to lick my lips but forget his hand is over my mouth and end up licking his palm. He stares at me for a split second before his lips come down on mine.
His tongue pushes into my mouth. I feel him fumbling with the code box in the elevator. My mind is so wrapped up in him that I couldn’t even begin to help him right now even if I wanted to. I moan into his mouth and kiss him back as hard as he’s kissing me. I slide my hand up into his short hair, because my fingers are tingling with the need to touch him. I tug his head so he’s tight to my mouth.
Levi is a sweetheart in his core regardless of his gruff, hard exterior. In this moment I’m consumed by him. I’m overwhelmed by his need for me. The Levi currently attached to my face is the one I usually see on the field. He’s not necessarily looking to be super sweet right now. That thought sends a shiver down my spine. He has that look he gets when he’s letting out his aggression either on the field or in the gym. I’m broken out of my thoughts when I hear the front door slam behind us. I hadn’t even realized we were inside the condo already.
Moments later my back hits our bed. I don’t know how he’s managed to get us back here so quick. “Fuck,” he grits out and pulls back from me. I reach for him, wanting his weight back on me, but he’s hastily trying to get his clothes off. I’m no help. I keep trying to touch any exposed skin that I can. The only sounds I can hear are our heavy breaths, and my body is intoxicated by his need for me.
He grabs both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. He pulls his shirt over his head with his other hand. I am greeted by the perfection that is his body. I only have a second to appreciate the visual gift he has bestowed onto my eyes before he is on me.
“Levi!” I gasp. My body feels like it’s on fire. My pussy is aching for his touch—I can feel the need pulsing at my core.
“I should spank your ass for that shit,” he grunts, going for his pants next and clawing angrily at the buttons. I’m not sure if he’s mad at them or me, but I nod in agreement. I’d gotten out of control. I don’t even want to know what the doorman thought.
“Later,” I tell him. “Spank me later. Inside me,” I demand.
