The Game (That Girl, #2)(33)

“Yeah, you were pissed about something,” Lynlee adds.

Levi asks, “What’d we *s do to piss you off?”

I know damn well Levi is grinning like a Cheshire cat because all the pressure and attention has been diverted from him. For a moment, I think about a bullshit excuse like the toilet paper being placed the wrong direction or someone pissing on the seat, but then think better of it. Honesty.

“I thought you guys were talking about me.”

It comes out in a rush, giving no time for anyone to clearly process each word. I shove a couple more forkfuls of pancakes in my mouth. I feel their eyes on me and want to crawl out of my skin. The words of my high school science teacher ring very true in this moment. When you assume, it only makes an ass out of you and me.

Levi grabs my leg and gives it a squeeze. “Let’s go fishing.”

“Hurry your ass back here, Levi.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go bone the shit out of your wife for the next couple hours before you have to go back.”

I walk out to the garage, taking note of Thor’s position and making damn sure I don’t eat shit once again. Levi is right behind me, and walking slower than usual. He has a new limp to his step. I’d guess sore ribs.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I will be in about twenty minutes,” he replies with a sly grin.

The keys to his truck come sailing toward my head. Guess I’m driving this time. He must be in some real pain to let that happen.

“Remember the way?”

Cranking the engine to life, backing out of the driveway, and throwing on my shades should be clue enough this girl doesn’t need any help.

“I can’t believe you thought we were talking about you,” he finally says.

“I didn’t hear everything.”

“Just enough to assume I was a cold-hearted *. I could tell you were pissed when you were sitting on my lap, and I couldn’t figure out why.”

Throwing my sunglasses off onto the floorboard, I let Levi have it.

“I decided to stay last night with everything that happened yesterday, and then I walk into that conversation.”

“Why are you always waiting for bad shit to happen? It’s like you’re looking for trouble.”

“Dick.”

“I’m f*cking serious, Jazzy. Yesterday was horrible, hell, might even rank up in the top ten for worst days ever, but last night holding you on the couch watching a movie was on my top ten the other way.” I catch sight of Levi out of the corner of my eye. “Now you’re looking for shit to go wrong.”

“Dick card. You promised not to play it anymore.”

“Fine.”

Dead silence fills the truck the rest of the drive, and I wonder if we will ever hold a normal conversation. This is getting f*cking ridiculous. Fight after fight. Misunderstanding after misunderstanding. It’s a vicious cycle I don’t see us ever breaking, and the sad truth is this has all happened in a matter of days.

Walking the trail down to the pond, Levi finally speaks to me.

“I’m going to Denver with Lincoln for a bit.”

“Oh,” I manage to say and keep walking down the trail.

“Stop, just f*cking stop. I swear I can hear your negative, nasty thoughts.”

“You asked me to stay,” I whisper.

“I did. And I still want you to.” Levi stops at the dock. “I need a week or two to heal and get the f*ck away from Rebecca.”

“Okay.”

“Really, okay? I need to get my body in shape, and I don’t want to train with Rebecca. Levi knows a guy down there who can get me set up on a plan. I just need a good jump start, and then I can come back here. It will give us a month together before I have to leave.”

I walk down to the end of the dock, find my spot, and sit down. With the cooler beside me, the sun shining bright, and…I run out of things to try to make me happy. Instead, I just sit.

“You’re pissed, right?”

Levi takes a few seconds longer to sit than normal, and like an evil bitch, I kind of enjoy the sound of pain he makes.

“I’m fine, Levi.”

“Don’t be mad.”

“Why would I f*cking be mad?”

“Maybe because you like me?”

“Oh, puh-lease. You and your ego. Your big ass f*cking ego.”

Levi’s lips are on mine, and before I can even blink, he’s on top of me, forcing my back into the dock. He grunts as he covers me, and it’s not a sensual one, but rather one of pain. We are in my favorite position, lip to lip. Neither of us has made a move.

“If you don’t like me, then don’t kiss back.”

He attacks my mouth, lips covering mine, prying open my mouth with his tongue. I feel him invade every single inch of me. I lay dumbfounded by his actions, and I’m blown away by the passion pouring from the man.

Don’t kiss him back, Jazzy. Don’t kiss him back, Jazzy. My willpower weakens with each swipe of his tongue. I feel his teeth tug at my bottom lip. It’s almost my undoing. Dig in deep, Jazzy. Don’t give in. Levi’s large hands grab my face, and something about them sets me on fire. They’re beautiful to the eye and fire on the skin. He thrusts into me, and that’s when I finally come undone with need.

I kiss him back, exploring every single part of his mouth, gulping his taste down with every lick. I grab onto his hands and pull back a bit. “I don’t like you.”