The Game (That Girl, #2)(49)

I know he’s joking and would never treat me with such disrespect, but again it reminds me of the Wilks’ Express and all of his lovers. Levi thrusts up into me, and I can feel every single inch of his wanting.

“I have to go pee first.”

“No.” He grabs my hips so I can’t move. “I heard it’s better for you with a full bladder.”

“Where did you hear this? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

“A book,” he replies.

“You read?” This time I deliver a smartass grin with my comment.

“I’ve read one book.”

Before I can come up with a witty-ass comment, he’s thrust one more time, sinking deep into me. My eyes widen, and I try to fight back the pleasure. He doesn’t stop with his first thrust and continues using his hands to guide me up and down on him. I’ve never built up to a pending release so fast.

“Stop,” I warn him. “Levi, I said stop.”

His fingers sink hard into my side, and it’s the tiny amount of pain needed to mix with my pleasure to set me off. Moments later his telltale grunts begin, and I know he’s so close. I surprise the hell out of him by hopping off. His fingers don’t let go of my flesh easily, but I pull away and finish him off with my mouth.

“Holy f*ck, Jazzy.”

I work him over using my tongue, teeth, and stroking him at his base.

“Stop, I said stop,” he growls. “Jazzy, I’m going to go…”

Not even seconds later I feel him release in my mouth. I find his hands with mine without looking up and grip them tightly as I swallow down each drop of him.

“I’ve never done that.”

“Done what?”

I wait for his answer as I crawl back up his body. He begins to talk, and I kiss him quickly on the lips.

“Went in someone’s mouth.”

“Shut up, Levi.”

“I’m serious,” he says sitting up and still holding me. “Jazzy, I’ve never let a girl swallow.”

“Wow, I’m honored. Who knew I’d be a first with you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, hug his lips with mine, and go in for the kill.

“Levi?”

“Jazzy?”

“I have a favor to ask.”

“No, I don’t want to go the homecoming dance with you.”

“Asshole, I’m serious,” I say pulling back. “I need to go back to my hometown to sell my Old Man’s place. Will…”

Before I can even finish the question, Levi’s lips are back on mine. At first I think he’s going to kiss me, but he speaks.

“Yes, I’ll go. Yes.”





Chapter 13





Jazzy



“It wasn’t that bad, Levi. You are being a bit dramatic.”

“You weren’t stuck by the old bag the whole flight. She was going on about her cats and f*cking grandkids. We are taking my jet back to Fort Collins. I’m calling for it today.”

“Whatever, you wussy.”

The look on his face was priceless when a man our age sat by me on the plane. I swear every single one of his veins was popping from his neck. The only thing that saved us from a huge blowup was the fact the little old lady next to him wouldn’t shut up long enough for Levi to leave his seat. It only made the whole situation worse when the man wouldn’t quit talking to me and was wearing a Green Bay hat.

We’ve rented a car to drive to the trailer. It’s about an hour drive, and Levi proudly snatches the keys from my hands. He’s finally in driving shape and damn proud of it. His face drops when he sees the tiny hybrid car the rental agency gave us.

“Are you f*cking kidding me?”

“Welcome to the other side of the tracks.”

I laugh at the expression on his face.

“There’s no way I’m driving this. I’m going back in to upgrade.”

“No, Levi, we don’t have time. We only have the rest of the day here, then we have to fly back tomorrow. C’mon, princess, you’ll be fine.”

“I got your princess right here, sweetheart,” he says grabbing his crotch.

“I’ll probably be able to give better head in this tiny car anyway.”

My last words convince him to climb in the car. I find it fun pointing out the different places as we near my hometown. It brings back so many memories. Yes, more awful than good ones, but when they’re yours, you have to find a way to be proud.

“That’s Lynlee’s house she grew up in.”

I point to the rundown home with yellow caution tape surrounding it. I watch as Levi surveys the scene. I grab his hand because I can imagine this is way too much to take in at once.

“You’ve probably only seen shit like this on the movies, huh?”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“And that beaut is my home.”

The reliable singlewide trailer still sits like it always has. Lonely inside a chain link fence with a tiny shed next to its side. All the leaves have fallen from the trees and blown down the road or up into the fence, leaving the yard and its surroundings bare. It looks abandoned, but nothing compared to Lynlee’s old house.

“My Old Man was only proud of three things in his life. Me, that trailer, and his bike.”