The Game (That Girl, #2)(6)

Chapter 3





Levi



“Are you f*cking kidding me?”

“No, Lynlee, I’m not. I need a massage and called some friends over.”

“Levi, this is your fourth day here. You still have to be in a wheelchair, and you think it’s okay to have your whores here?”

“It is my house.”

Damn, I can be such a dick sometimes, but this is my home. I’m in so much f*cking pain I need a distraction. A tight and wet one that’ll take my mind off the game and all the stats passing by me.

Lynlee finally throws her hands up in the air. “You’re right, Levi. It’s your ass, and by all means take advantage of it.”

The shrilling doorbell cuts of her last words, and I know it’s my lovely assistants.

“I’ll get it,” a voice calls.

I hear her footsteps bounding down the stairs before I see her. Damn straight, Jazzy can answer the f*cking door and see what awaits me. She’s made it clear the last couple of days that she wants nothing to do with me. Absolutely nothing. Hell, you’d think I was dirt under her f*cking feet. I understand she has a past from hell. But, really, who doesn’t? I just cover mine up with sex, greed, and championship rings, and hell, she could have had a ride on this.

As these thoughts run through my head, Lynlee and I can only stare at each other, each knowing what’s about to go down will not be pretty, and hair might fly. The one thing I do know about her is she’s a raving bitch with an attitude sure to rival Satan’s.

“Like I said, you have the wrong f*cking house. Now, I’m not sure if you’re dumb or deaf, but you need to leave now,” Jazzy yells.

Her voice snaps me straight from all my thoughts, and I’m not sure if I’d rather go see her face and pale skin, or watch the cat fight that’s about to go down.

Walking as fast as I can, since this is the first official day out of my wheelchair, even though Lynlee thinks I need to stay two more days in it, I holler, “Whoa, whoa. They’re my guests.”

Rounding the corner, I see blonde hair whirl around when she whips her head in my direction, “Ex—cuse me?”

“I said they are my guests.”

“You mean whores?”

Jazzy leaves her station at the door, stomping her way over to me with a nasty scowl on her face. The three other blondes stand wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the door. Fear is clearly painted on their faces. My cock instinctively springs to life. Anybody would think it was the sheer thought of having three blondes in my bed, but it’s Jazzy who does it to me. Just a simple glimpse of her these last few days has given me a raging hard on. It’s pretty basic; I want her in my bed so f*cking bad.

“You’re a f*cking pig, Wilks,” Jazz hisses as she tries to make her way past me.

Her shoulder knocks into mine, nearly causing me to drop to my knees in pain, but then her scent hits while her blonde locks whip my face. Automatically, my right throwing hand reaches for her and connects.

Pulling her in as close as possible, I whisper into her ear, “I’ll tell them to leave.”

Jazzy tries to pull away, but I refuse to let go. The stubborn little ass won’t say a word. Instead she cocks her free arm on her hip, throwing her head to the side with all the attitude she has.

Straightening to a standing position, I say a little louder, “I’ll tell them to leave, just give me the word.”

“Fuck off, Levi.”

This time I get so close to her my tongue darts out, licking the length of her lobe. Her f*cking scent and taste mingled together drives my cock even harder into the seam of my workout pants.

I allow my tongue to dip down into her ear, and leave her with, “I want you so f*cking bad, Jazzy, I can barely contain myself. I need you.”

Her breath hitches, and I sense her heat rising, but by damn if the stubborn-ass woman will even give me one ounce of f*cking hope. I don’t need this shit. I’m Levi f*cking Wilks, and I get what I want. Always. And right now I need sweet * to invade. Without another word, I let go of her and make sure to not look back. She wants to be a bitch, but she has no idea she’s dealing with a certified, grade-A dickhead.

“Ladies, what took you so long?”

All the bombshells giggle in unison, and I know this is exactly what I need. If I can’t have the pigskin in my hand and cleats on the turf, then I need my cock buried deep.

“I’m a paying customer and don’t want to miss a minute with you beauts. Head upstairs to my room. Second door on the left.”

“Grandpa may need some help up the stairs and a little blue pill to pop a bone.”

I hear the words leave Jazzy’s mouth and then the snickers from Lynlee. Just like nails down a chalkboard, those two are dry humping my very last f*cking nerve. Turning around, I point to my raging erection, “Looks like the little blue pill already kicked in, Jazzy, because sure as f*ck nothing you have would do it for me.”

My words shut them up.

***

Jazzy



“He is such a raging dickhead, Lynlee, how do you even stand him? My god, I’ve never met such an egotistical pig in my entire life, and you do know I was raised by a biker.”

Finishing my words, I realize I’m throwing shit all over Lynlee’s kitchen. Why in the Sam Hill has this man made me so f*cking enraged? Yes, he’s hot as hell. I thought Lincoln was the dreamboat of all dreamboats with his lean, muscular body, olive skin, and perfect hair, but then his older brother came limping in the front door. Levi makes Lincoln look like a little boy who hasn’t experienced puberty yet.