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I nodded.
“Yes, I made a goddamn mess.”
A laugh bubbled out of me.
“You like knowing you can make me come?”
I nodded.
He smirked. “Put my shirt back on that hot little body and get under my covers and go to bed. Keep the panties off. I want your pussy on my sheets.”
“Okay.” I sounded breathless.
“Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night.”
I moved over and took my phone as the call ended. Holding it to my chest, I smiled. That had been amazing. Way more than I’d thought we’d ever do.
Sinking into the bed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.
Twenty-Two
Levi
My knee bounced as I smoked a cigarette and stared out at the garage full of bikes. We had pulled in early this morning, and I had chosen to stay at the shop instead of rushing home, like Blaise, Gage, and Huck. That wasn’t me. I was not owned by a piece of ass. I wasn’t in love. I didn’t do relationships. I would fucking suck at relationships. Who the hell wanted one pussy for the rest of their life? No one. That was why weaker men ended up with broken families—because they couldn’t keep their dicks out of other cunts.
My father, for example. I loved the man. He meant well, but he should never have fucking married my mother. She’d loved him so much that she put up with his shit. He would come home, smelling like a whore, and she let him. At that time in my life, I’d thought I fucking hated the man. I was tired of seeing my momma cry. He’d be sweet to her and hold her. Next thing I knew, all was forgiven, and she was cooking his favorite meals.
The day I turned eighteen, she packed her bags, hugged me, told me she loved me and that she’d call me from Europe. I had never been so damn proud of her in my life.
I didn’t tell Dad, gave him no warning. When he came home and all her shit was gone, he went crazy.
Seeing him completely fall apart over her was the confusing part. He had never treated her right. Not once. She’d adored him. She was beautiful. Other men noticed her, but she had just wanted him. I didn’t know when it had changed for her. I just knew she had stayed for me.
Eventually, Dad had managed to pull himself out of a dark place and get back to the life he’d always lived.
My mom lived in Tuscany on a vineyard with a man who adored her. He owned a very successful winery and gave her a life of wealth. If this man cheated on her, I was going to have to kill him. She’d lived through that enough. The fact that he was fifteen years older than her gave me the peace of mind that he’d already stuck his dick in enough pussies to be satisfied with one.
I finished my cigarette and tossed it on the ground. I needed another one. Fucking hell. Staying here and not going to check on Aspen was not goddamn easy. I wanted her to need me. This controlling beast inside of me, which I hadn’t known existed, thirsted for that need. To be the one to take care of her. To be who she trusted. Where the fuck this had come from, I didn’t know. I’d never wanted to be depended on. Yet here she was with those fucking eyes, making me want to be everything for her.
Everything but her fucking man. Because then it would all go to shit. I’d hurt her like my dad had hurt my mom. The idea of causing Aspen pain made me physically ill. I couldn’t do it. I refused to. Just like I wasn’t going to stick my dick in that tight little pussy.
Dammit, I had to adjust myself, thinking about it. Touching and tasting her would have to be enough. The moment I sank inside of her, the emotions would hit. She was a virgin. She’d think I could give her something I’d never give anyone. She’d think she was in love. All that crap.
I’d be the best fucking friend she would ever have, but that was it. Anything she needed, I’d handle it. Me. No one else. I could keep her cunt taken care of without fucking it. I was saving her from a broken heart and dumb fuckers who would hurt her. I was also saving myself from having to kill whoever hurt her. I’d keep her so damn safe that she only knew happiness.
Relationships did not lead to happiness.
“What are you doing here?” Kye asked, walking back into the garage, frowning at me.
“Smoking a goddamn cigarette. What does it look like I’m doing?” I snapped lighting up another one.
Kye held up his hands. “Easy. Just surprised you’re here and not back at the house.” He walked past me to go over to get the tire pressure gauge. “Girls seemed pretty happy that y’all were coming home today. And when I say girls, I mean yours too.”
I could hear the judgment in his tone. Didn’t need that shit. I was working through things.
“It’s not like that,” I bit out angrily. “I take care of her. We aren’t a fucking couple. She needs something, I handle it. But I fuck who the hell I want.”
