Levi (Nashville Firebirds #1)

by Lexi James

I mean, dating my sister's ex-fiancé is a pretty bold move, even if it'll be fake. But it’s a win-win for both of us, as long as I can get Levi to agree.

I wanted to stand on the table between us and piss on her, claim her like a fucking feral animal for the entire bar to witness. Instead, I refrained from acting like a complete savage, and the second I had an opening, I just carried her out of the bar and fucked her against the side of the building. Like any gentleman would do.

That’s what vibrators and the thought of him are for.

I mean, who in his right mind would think it’s a good fucking idea to fake date his ex’s little sister.

She pauses for a moment, her fingers twirling through her blonde strands—a nervous habit she's done for years. It's always made me want to comfort her. Right now it just makes me want to fuck her.

“Show me what a little slut you are for my cock. Scream so loud no one will question who this pussy belongs to,”

The girl who’s choked on my cock and who I’ve licked every inch of her body is still nervous around me. I like that more than I should.

Does he not see how incredible she is? How strong and tenacious she is? She’s fucking resilient, always handling whatever life throws at her with a smile or a left hook—whatever the day calls for.

To be clear, I wouldn’t be fake dating you if I didn’t care about your feelings.”

I didn’t mind driving in with him, though, because something about seeing a tattooed man in a suit perfectly tailored to his muscular body…yeah, that was exactly what I needed to start the evening.

But tonight…tonight I’ve been playing for another reason. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl with a clipboard in her hand sitting on the bench. Her being here, a part of my favorite team, I like it more than I should for her being just a friend.

I have to remember that this is fake, or I’ll forget and accidentally fall in love with her.

“I’m not sure what I need to say to get this through your head,”

“Get what through my head?”

“You are the only person ...

“You,” he says slowly, “are the only person I call when I want to fuck. You are the only person, Q. If it’s not you, it’s no one.”

I sure as fuck wanted to kiss her when we got inside my house and she looked up at me with those come-fuck-me eyes I fall for damn near every time. But I didn't—because boundaries and all that bullshit.

last night was one of the few times that I almost snapped. All I could think about was throwing our one fucking rule—or, rather, our no fucking rule—out the window and taking her right where we stood. But I didn't. Instead, I just gave her a kiss on the forehead and sent myself to bed. It sucked, and I hated walking away from her, but at that moment there wasn’t another choice for me. Which would be fine except I've had a hard-on since I went to bed last night, and it's still here this morning.

I’m afraid if I look at him, if I let him really look at me, he’ll fall deep in the trenches of my feelings, my memories, and he’ll know exactly why Ally was concerned. No matter how much I have tried to deny it, I can’t let him know that I’ve been in love with him for years because then I’ll just be made the fool, again.

“Quinn,” Levi growls, his voice low and seductive, hitting my brain in just the right way to drive me wild. “You can't look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

The pull between us is nearly too much, as if we’re two halves just begging to be whole.

“Like I'm your next meal,” he says as his eyes fall back down to my lips.

“Maybe I wish yo...

“Such a good girl, taking my cock like the good little slut I know you are,”

I thought I was the only one with a crush, but maybe it was mutual… If I play my cards right and don’t piss any ancient spirits off, I might just have a shot with the man I’ve dreamed about calling mine for years.

I’ve been thinking and overthinking the other night because, apparently, watching her suck me off in the back of my truck after swapping personal stories was all it took to shift my outlook enough to see that maybe she might actually be interested in more of me than just my dick.

It's like this man was put on this earth just to bring my body pleasure. Everything he does, every touch, every word, every kiss—it's like he knows exactly what I need and delivers it perfectly. Every. Single. Time.

It was the hottest experience in my life, the fear of being caught mixed with the way he touched my body…it was fucking perfection.

“Looking at how gorgeous you are,” I whisper against her skin, my fingers slipping the hair tie from her wrist. “My beautiful whore just waiting to please me.”

Her eyes darken at my words, and I’m reminded just how well the two of us really work together. She’s the Yin to my Yang, the hot to my cold, but damn, when we’re together, it’s fucking euphoric.

“You are the only person who actually gives a damn about what I like, about things that make me happy. Please don’t go and fuck that up by having a conscience about choking me.”

“I can mark you up too, if that would make you happier? Let the world see you're taken, show everyone just how well taken care of you could be.”

“Your bare cock feels so fucking good inside of me.”

This pussy is mine. This mouth is mine. And someday soon, this ass is going to be mine, too. Now I just have to figure out how to keep the girl.

All I know is that the only thing fake about this situation between me and Quinn is that we keep saying it is. Nothing about the way I feel about her is fake.

I blush, shocked to my core that this big, bad hockey player just came in his pants without me ever touching him, all because he enjoyed eating me out that much. Ladies and gentlemen, Levi is God’s gift to women. But not all women. Just me.

“But you have to add fucking to your list, because I'm for sure fucking you. I'm not having my only orgasm of the day happen in my pants.”

“Fair, but it was hot.”

“So is coming inside...

“Thanks,” I whisper. “And you looked great tonight. I love the outfit…although I think I'll love it more when I'm fucking you in it,”