The Game (That Girl, #2)(55)

“I don’t want to. I just ran more hot water and it feels so good.”

I take the bottle of soap and drizzle it all over my chest, then waggle my eyebrows at him.

“Wash me?”

Levi growls and strips his shirt off over his head, then slides down his pants, and I can already see his erection pushing through his boxers. I glide my tongue across my lips, so ready to have him. This will be our third time together since his plane. Each time I’ve taken careful note of the way he feels, trying to memorize every single bit of it.

“You’re so naughty, baby.”

I sit forward, giving Levi enough room to crawl in the tub behind me. He wraps his arms around my middle and starts to rub the soap all over my front. I relax my head back onto his shoulder, tilting just a bit to kiss his jawline.

“How was your day?”

“Good, played with a real defense today. Granted, it was only college boys, but it felt awesome.”

I kiss his jaw again and listen to him ramble on about football.

“Jazzy.” When I hear him speak my real name, I know something is about to come that I don’t want to hear. “Coach wants me back next week.”

Tears start to flow down my face, and my stomach is sick with hurt. I splash some water on my face to hide the tears and tell him through clenched teeth how proud I am of him, then try to zone out into a land where I feel nothing. I try to bring on the numbing sensation my pills always make me feel. I need that feeling times one thousand right now, or some severe pain. And in a weird way the pain he just inflicted on me is very similar to slashing my own skin.

“Are you going to say anything?”

“No,” I say, dragging his hand down to my center. I place it where I want it, and then start playing his fingers on my core. I know exactly how to move them. He starts his own pace with his hand, so I move mine, wrapping both of my hands around his neck. My hips buck as the water sloshes over the side. I let out a loud yelp of pleasure as Levi sits me up on him, filling me along the way.

“Just f*ck me, Levi.”

He f*cks me hard and fast, leaving behind no passion or loving touches. He pinches my sides as he slams me down, and I know he’s getting close. I feel the urge to scream in the air how crazy in love I am with him and that I’ll follow him to Dallas. I hear his grunt and know he’s about to lose it.

“C’mon, Jazzy, come. Relax, baby.”

His fingers touch me from the front as he continues to throw me up and down on him, then his teeth sink into my neck, tearing at my flesh, and I fall over the edge with him.

“Fuck, I’m going to miss this,” he growls.

I try to get out of the tub to dry off, because his words just answered every one of my questions. Levi’s hands tighten around my waist, pulling me back to him.

“You were right. This water is amazing, and even better with you.”

Levi bends down and places a kiss on my cheek, and if I were to gauge his feelings for me through his little touches, I’d bet he loves me too. I just have no more words for him. It’s all up to him.

“Let me wash you up, and then we will go get your surprise.”

Levi takes more soap, washing both of our bodies, and I lie on top of him, still enjoying and trying to memorize his touches. He takes me by surprise when he trails a line of kisses down each shoulder. It’s as if he’s taking mental note of my body.

His phone goes off. I don’t even ask if he needs to take the call. I just get up and let him answer it. His phone has never made me mad, and his taking every call from his coach has never bothered me. His not talking about us bothers the piss out of me. I wish he’d just lay it out one way or the other.

I repeat Jenni’s words over and over in my head. “Just enjoy his cock.”

Levi wraps a towel around his waist, darting out into the living room to snag his phone. Killer stays behind, sitting on the toilet.

“What are you looking at, you little bastard?”

I scoop him up and pack him to my bedroom to get into my nightclothes. I skip the panties, hoping I’ll get to enjoy more cock later, and throw on one of Levi’s t-shirts. When I walk out into the living room, I notice Levi leaning on the counter eating grapes, still clothed only in a towel. Then I see the bundle of yellow roses on the table and a few packages next to them. I walk over to inspect them and see the movie “Dirty Dancing,” cinnamon bears, chocolate cinnamon bears, a new Dallas jersey in my size, and a tennis bracelet.

“Surprise.” Levi comes up behind me. “Do you like it?”

“Love it, Levi.”

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Finally breaking down, I say, “I don’t want to lose you. I want you to stay.”

Levi steps back, running his hands through his hair, and walks away from me.

“I can’t do this tonight, Jazzy.”

Levi shuts the bedroom door and doesn’t make another sound. I plop on the couch, opening the bag of cinnamon bears. Before I know it, there’s only one spicy little bastard left. Killer is sitting right next to me, and I force feed him one of them. Actually, there’s no force involved. He gobbles it up. I’m pretty sure in the rulebook of raising felines, cinnamon bears are prohibited.

I grab the movie and the chocolate cinnamon bastards to take to Levi. Cracking the door open, I notice he’s watching ESPN, so I turn back around and plan to sleep on the couch.