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Only this is an addiction I’ll never be ready to kick; my body is becoming too dependent on his touch, and my mind is becoming too dependent on his companionship.

With the stars above me and Levi below me, we make out and dry hump like a couple of teenagers while the crickets chirp around us. Our hands explore, and our tongues tangle before he pulls back, his mouth pressing soft kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before making his way back up the other side.

I can't help the moan that slips past my lips.

“Fuck, Q. I want you so fucking bad,” he mumbles before his fingers are back in my hair, pulling me back down on top of him.

The feeling of Levi’s body rolling up into mine shouldn’t feel quite as wonderful as it does, but I must be so deprived of the male touch that any sort of contact in a truly intimate manner, even just dry humping and making out like this, will probably do the trick for me right now.

But I want more. Ineedmore. The feeling of his dick between us, hard and ready as it ruts into my center like it knows exactly where it wants to be…I want the same.

But first, I want him to fuck my face. I crave the way his eyes roll back when I take him all the way into my throat. I love the way he holds my head still right before he comes. Fuck, I love the whole dirty, depraved act where he thinks he’s in control but that’s only because I let him.

And I want that…right now.

Pulling back from the kiss, I ignore his growl as I slowly slide down his body. His eyes are dark, the stars reflecting off the midnight blue, and the only thing I see are the flames of desire reflected back at me. It only spurs me on, pushes me further, and in no time, I’m undoing his pants and sliding them down enough to release his cock, licking my lips the second I see it like it’s a popsicle on a hot day.

This sounds ridiculous, but he really has the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen in my life, and that’s not just because I know how good it feels inside me. It’s huge, thick, and a bit intimidating, but it’s 100% worth it every single time time—and those are pretty impressive odds if you ask me.

“Suck it, Q. Don’t just look at it. Remind me what those pretty lips can do,” Levi rasps out.

Opening my mouth, I take him in, just enough to taste, dragging my tongue along the head of his cock, loving the way his hips jerk at the contact like he’s as desperate as I am for this. Sliding him in even further this time, his hands move to either side of my head, gently cupping yet holding me close.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock like the good little slut I know you are,” he groans out, his words turning me on even more. The simple praise does it for me, especially when I know it’s because I’m doing exactly what he needs right now. That’s the thing about Levi; if you give him control, he shows you exactly what he wants, trusting that I’ll stop him the second I need to. But I don’t often need to…

Like now, as his fingers are tugging on my hair as I slide back before changing pace and he’s bringing my mouth back down. Every thrust, every motion, goes a little further until, eventually, my nose is touching his pelvic bone, his dick resting in the back of my throat as I look up at him with tears in my eyes.

But the man looking back at me is feral, chasing a primal need as he begins fucking my mouth with long, hard pumps of his hips. At this point, I’m a fuck toy, a means to an end, and the thought of being that for Levi makes me wetter than the damn ocean. He doesn’t slow down, his movements becoming wilder as he gets closer and closer, the tell-tale sign of his cock twitching deep in my throat and the slightly salty taste bursting on my tongue has my pussy clenching with need.

“What’re you guys doing out here? This is private property!” a voice shouts right as a flashlight starts shining on the front of Levi’s truck, but I can’t say anything as Levi slides out of my mouth only to quickly slide right back in, his cock gagging me as we’re being yelled at.

Fuck, we should run.

But I don’t want to.

“You’re taking me so good, Angel,” he grunts out as he thrusts up, his hand on the back of my head gripping tighter as he looks down at me. “Fuck,” he groans, his voice cracking as he pulls back out.

It seems like he doesn’t want me to stop either as he holds me in place, his hips pistoning upward as he chases his release. The closer he gets, the more uncontrolled his movements become, getting deeper, more feral as he groans my name, and seeing how good he feels right now, knowing I’m giving him this…it’s all the enjoyment I need. Digging my nails in his thigh, I breathe through my nose as he hits the back of my throat before pulling out and doing it again, every thrust becoming more and more reckless than the last, which tells me he’s about to come.

“Hello?” I hear the voice again, only this time it’s even closer.

“I’m coming, Q,” Levi grits out as he holds me still, slowly sliding in and out as he milks his orgasm, making sure every drop spills down my throat before sliding out just as quickly, pulling his jeans back on as we both hop out of the back before peering over the edge towards where we could hear the voice. Seeing he’s still a bit away from us, Levi looks down at me with a grin before quickly saying “Go!”

With a tap on my ass, he urges me around the other side of the truck, grabbing the driver’s side door and opening it for me to jump in. The man’s voice gets louder but I can barely hear it from the blood pounding in my ears as we rush to get safely inside the truck. Hopping in, I fall over the center console down the passenger’s side, my legs up in air as Levi hops in behind me, slamming the door and starting the ignition. Before I can even react, we’re gone, tires spinning down the road as Levi hits the gas.

Quickly getting myself situated and my seatbelt on, I look back to where we just were and see a blanket flying out the back of the truck, landing at the feet of the man with the flashlight. Turning to look back at Levi, we both start laughing. The excitement of tonight mixed with the thrill of almost getting caught is too much for either of us to hold in.

That and the tension building between us, along with all the time I’ve been spending with him at home and in the arena, has me realizing that I don’t think this is fake to me anymore—at least the feelings don’tfeelfake. Not from either of us. And while it scares me, lately it’s been making me question a few things.

Especially how real this could be—and maybe, just maybe, it could be.

For both of us.

CHAPTER15

QUINN

After sittingin a meeting with my uncle and Ally, going over the schedule for the next few weeks to fit in extra training sessions for some of the guys my uncle wanted to give additional time to, my brain is fried. I’m ready to go home and be a couch potato. Instead, I’m sitting in my office, waiting for the last appointment of the day. Thankfully it’s an easy one, because my mind is anywhere but here.

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