The Game (That Girl, #2)(5)

My kneejerk, dickhead reaction was, “So, you’re a fur trader?”

“A what?” Question and confusion covers both girls’ faces.

“A lesbian.”

This reply sets little Miss Jazzy on complete fire. Stomping her way over to me, bending down, and waving her finger in my face, she lets me have it.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you will not talk to me like this. I am, in fact, not a lesbian.” Jazzy is mere inches away from my face, and my gaze can’t help but dart down to her shirt. “I like guys a little too much, and it gets me into more trouble than I care for. I have several beautiful cocks lined up in my future, and yours is not one of them. I have appointments to f*ck like a porn star, and you are not on the list. Sorry, Champ.”

Not one word is absorbed from her rant, and not one syllable even registers in my mind. The only thing I can focus on is her huge-ass tits hanging in front of me. I have the perfect view of them peeking out from her tank top as she bends over. The creamy color of her tits is far more magnetizing than anything I’ve ever tasted or touched. It’s simple; I want her now.

“Jazzy, I’d f*ck you any day of the week. If one of your other appointments cancels, you know where my room is. The door is always open. Hope you don’t mind sharing.”

“Lynlee, I’m leaving for the morning.” The blonde beauty throws her hands up in the air. “I can’t handle this son of a bitch.”

My eyes only have the ability to focus on her ass as she sashays out of the living room. I want her. I’ll have her, and explain to her just how amazing she tastes and feels.

“Levi, this is my point exactly. Not to be rude, but you’re a raging dick.” I watch as Lynlee thumps the counter with her fist as she speaks each word. “I hated *s like you in high school. You need to f*cking show the world the person Lincoln and I know.”

“What is her story?” I demand.

“Levi.”

“What is her story?”

I’m not giving up until I know it all. Is she a freshman student barely eighteen with a sweet center spot who needs some training, or a well-experienced bleached blonde who needs to be classed up? I need to know this shit to figure out how to get her sweet, sweet ass in my bed, under my sheets, and under my body.

“Lynlee,” I finally holler, snapping her ass out of a trance, “I want the f*cking story on the f*cking blonde living in my f*cking house.”

“God, you are a dick, Levi Ann Wilks.” Lynlee finally lets the bottle fly, and I manage to dodge it.

“Now.”

“Fine, you *. Jazzy is a friend of mine from home. She knows everything about me. Shit, Lincoln still doesn’t know some of the information she does.” She starts to pace as she talks. “She was supposed to run away with me on my eighteenth birthday.” Lynlee pauses and is clearly done sharing. “But she couldn’t.”

I pressure her. “And why?”

“We were at different times in our lives.”

“So, if you were her best friend and you left her…I mean, what’s the story behind it all?”

“Wrong timing for both of us.”

“She have parents? A past? Any hopes for the future?”

“Well, I’m not an idiot, and I’m pretty sure her only hope right now is to stay as far away from you as possible.”

“Lynlee Lee, you know it’s damn near impossible to resist this.” I gesture to my whole body.

“I know.” Lynlee begins to wipe bacon grease off the marble countertop. “One Wilks already baited me in, and I don’t plan on biting on anything else for the rest of my days. I love Lincoln with everything I have. I love you because you’re his brother, and your dad is growing on me. The Wilks boys have a superpower, I’m telling you.”

“Oh, trust me, I know all about the powers and curses. I will have Jazzy before it’s all over.”

“Yeah, your dick wants her, I’m sure. She’s gorgeous and not lying when she says there’s a line of cock waiting for her. The problem is no one can handle her demons.”

“Lynlee, I’m not a three-time world champion, have my younger * brother living in one of my houses, and the king of f*cking scoring in the league for nothing. I can win anything I set my eyes on, and Jazzy is my next ring.”

“Eat your bacon and shut up,” Lynlee replies as she goes back to her phone, smiling like a f*cking idiot.

Lust or love, whatever you want to call it, makes even the most intelligent people act like asses.

“Ready to share some info on how I’m going to hook up with blondie yet?”

Lynlee busies herself in the kitchen wiping down all the dark cabinets. “Nope.”

“Did you know her long back in your hometown?”

“I grew up with her.”

“Then spill it, you little shit.”

“All I’m going to say is if you want her, you better treat her good. Jazzy has lost everyone in life who means anything to her. I walked out on her years ago and thank god every day she’s accepted me back into her life again.”

The sound of the door slamming draws my attention from the tears forming in Lynlee’s eyes.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“Jazzy. She runs every morning.”