Leveled: A Novella (Saints of Denver #0.5)(50)

I noticed a theme happening.

During the car ride home, we held hands over the center console, and once home, we undressed and went to our separate beds. We turned off our lamps and settled in.

Fifteen minutes passed, and sleep had not found me.

I bit the inside of my lip before I called into the darkness, “Lev?”

His immediate grunt of response told me he hadn’t yet fallen asleep.

I went for it, the whole hog. “You know, there’s plenty of room in this bed for the both of us.”

A long silence followed, and I wanted to slap my forehead.

I pushed too hard.

Just as I opened my mouth to blurt out an awkward goodnight, I heard the sheets rustle. I saw the outline of him approach the bed. He came around to the left side and slid under the covers. My relief evident, I scooched toward him before tucking myself into his side, my head at his chest and my arm resting on his abdomen.

“This okay?” I asked, knowing full well it was perfect.

His strong arm came around me and he sighed, “Perfect.”

I smiled into Lev’s bare chest, breathing in the warm scent of him, and fell asleep hoping I would find myself smiling my way to sleep more often.





Chapter TwentyTwo

Mina



Finding a moment alone wasn’t hard to do between the hours of ten and twelve. Those were the hours Lev disappeared to workout. He always left at ten and he was always back by twelve, if not twelve on the dot. I did not know what he did during his workout. I do know, whatever the activity, he came back dripping with sweat.

I made myself clear on more than one occasion that I found Lev attractive. He was, by far, the most handsome man I had ever seen. With his golden eyes, harsh angles of his face, dark hair worn styled, and his tall, built frame, I found myself wondering what it would be like to be bare under that body, naked and sweating from a different type of workout.

Whenever Lev came home, his sweatpants and tee damp and sticking to him, my tongue would swell and I’d barely contain my panting.

Lev was sexy, plain and simple.

With our changed sleeping arrangement now becoming a permanent thing, it didn’t escape my notice that I woke with a long, thick erection pressed up against my butt, or thigh, or wherever it happened to be pressed in the mornings.

We both played it cool, not bringing attention to it, but we both knew it was there. It was obvious, painfully so.

This morning went a little different, however. Having barely woken with that hard cock pressed into the crack of my ass for the third day in a row, I acted unconsciously in my sleepy state, arching my back and letting out a sigh of ecstasy as the solid length rubbed me in a most delicious way.

For a moment there, I thought Lev was a dream.

I was (obviously) wrong.

My body, acting of it’s own accord, ground back into him one more wonderful time, and Lev let out a soft growl of approval. The hidden cleft between my legs pulsed gently, and suddenly I was hot all over. A want spread through me, and before I knew it, that want had increased to a desperate need.

I needed more. I was desperate for contact. I wanted that hard cock inside me, filling me, stretching me.

That was the moment Lev gently extracted himself, and a second later, I heard the bathroom door close behind him. The shower started, and that was when I woke fully, realizing what had just happened.

My neck itched with heat and my face flamed.

I had dry-humped Lev in my sleep.

That wasn’t very polite, Mina.

I thought about apologizing, but knew that would be as awkward as the situation itself. So I did the next best thing, the thing Lev and I did well.

Feigning sleep, I pretended it never happened, breathing as heavily and evenly as possible as Lev exited the bathroom.

The shuffle of clothing sounded, the bedroom door was unlocked, and I found myself alone in a bed built for two.

I turned to lay on my back and sighed. My hand glanced my breast over my pajamas, slid down over my stomach, and my fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties to where I needed them most. Closing my eyes, I thought about Lev’s long fingers, his full lips, and his taut butt as I brought myself to release. But it was hollow.

The satisfaction I craved never surfaced.

I waited for the sound of the back door to close before I arose. I showered quickly, opened the bedroom curtains, and sat in the center of the rumpled bed, legs crossed. My phone in front of me, I stared down at the business card and thought hard about making the call.

My stomach turned as I picked up my phone and dialed. It rang twice before he answered with a swift hello.

“It’s Mina,” I began. I bit the inside of my lip and told him what I needed. “You know that contact you have? I’m ready to see them.”

Silence followed, then he told me where I needed to go.

“Okay.” I wanted to smile, but couldn’t because my heart was caught in my throat. “Thanks, Pox.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I called Nas and asked her a favor.

I needed a ride.




The clinic was small but clean, and a small woman dressed in scrubs saw me to an empty room. I didn’t want to go alone. Nas sat in one of the chairs, going through her phone.

I swallowed hard. “Hey,” I called, my tongue sticking to the roof of my dry mouth. “You coming?”

She blinked at me, searching my face a moment before seeing the fear in my eyes. She stood, and I breathed a sigh of relief as she followed me into the exam room.