Page 40 of Levi

Before Coach left for California years ago, I had pissed him off a bit when I got into a bunch of fights. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but he was really pissed when we lost a playoff game after we got scored on in the last two minutes because I was in the sin bin.

“Aw, don’t hate me, Lev,” Cooper says with a smirk. “Food is the way to my heart. We all know how much I love to eat.”

Quinn laughs as she passes out plates to everyone and then digs in, getting herself a giant pile of nachos and guac. Before she can move to the other couch, I pull her onto my lap, plate of nachos and all, and she squeals.

“What’re you doing?” she whispers as I pull her closer, reaching around to grab a nacho.

“I’m hungry,” I tell her with a shrug before looking at the guys around us, all staring like we’re crazy.

I forget sometimes that they know this is fake, so us showing affection around them like this is probably weird. I also forget that I still haven’t talked to them about how I think things are changing between us. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to them, I just…I’m not sure I can handle it if they tell me they don’t think she’s as interested in me as I am in her.

If my best friends told me that, it’d be fucking hard for me to ignore, because hearing them say that would be the final nail in the coffin of my hope for there ever truly being an “us.”

“What are you guys staring at?” I ask as I grab another nacho. Quinn’s body is still pressed against mine, and I can feel her stiffness as she looks around at them.

“That’s a good question,” Nash says, tilting his head to the side and squinting his eyes just a bit. “What are we staring at?”

Quinn’s body tenses a bit more, but I keep my arm wrapped around her stomach, holding her to me while her hands clutch the plate of nachos as if she’s afraid they’ll disappear. I can only imagine she looks like a deer in headlights right now.

Fucking hell, I should’ve known they’d act like this. The only time they act smooth is when it’s for a hookup, but I’ve never been on the receiving end of that. Hell, I think the only women they’ve ever truly seen me around are Quinn and Ally, as fucked up as that is. But whenever they’ve seen Quinn and me together, they’ve known what we were—two friends who liked to fuck and could tolerate spending time together.

It’s never actually been just a booty call, but this…pulling her into my lap, at home…yeah, I can see why this might be a little out of the ordinary. Still, they could’ve at least helped me out a bit and played it cool.

“I’m hungry.” I shrug.

“For nachos, or for Qui—” Cooper starts.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, why are you bringing me into this?” Quinn cuts him off nervously as she tries to stand up, but I don’t let her. She’s too comfortable on my lap, plus she has the nachos.

Bonus points for the fact that she’s covering the semi in my pants from her ass pressing against my cock.

Asher chuckles. “We’re not the ones sitting in Levi’s lap, and we aren’t holding onto our ‘fake girlfriend,’” he says, air quotes and all.

Asshole.

“I’m holding onto my food,” I laugh as I reach for another chip and scoop up some guac, trying to lighten the mood so Quinn doesn’t get uncomfortable.

I need to talk to her, feel things out a bit more, even though what I really want to do is claim her in front of everyone and let them all know she’s mine.

“Enlighten us on whether you’re implying the nachos…or the girl,” Cooper adds.

“Cooper,” I growl.

Quinn leans back into me, her ass pressing firmly against my hard on, and based on her little exhale, she can definitely feel it.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Cooper,” Quinn says, surprising me. “Levi doesn’t have a big appetite, so he obviously means the nachos.”

The fuck?

The guys chuckle as Quinn looks up at me with a devilish grin.

“Called out,” Nash says with a laugh.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean, Q?” I ask, and she just shrugs.

“I’m not saying anything bad,” she says, wiggling her hips just enough to tease me. “One of us just has a bigger…appetite than the other.”

Here I am, worried about her getting uncomfortable, while she’s giving me shit for the other night. The night she had my cock shoved down her throat while a man nearly caught us. She’s not wrong; she definitely had a bigger appetite that night, at least in actions. I wanted to flip her over in the bed of my truck and make her scream, regardless of the man approaching us. Hell, he could’ve watched for all I cared at that point.

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