Page 7 of Puck My Stepbrother
“We’ve got to do something together. To bond, I mean. We’ve got to hang out or something.”
“Sure…”
I knew how tentative I sounded. Levi would’ve been a moron not to have realized it, too. It was because I hadn’t seen this coming. Okay, I hadn’t seenanyof it coming. This was just one more complication. And somehow Levi had managed to surprise meagain.
My eyes returned to his chest, his hulking arms, and, when I thought I could get away with it, the bulge pressing against his towel.
And I was getting a hard-on. Holy shit. It wasn’t a semi-boner. I was getting a full-fledged hard-on right there in front of my old bully. My future stepbrother. The asshole who’d stolen my bedroom. I was getting a hard-on that could put an eye out, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
“You should come to the clubs with me and the guys,” he said.
“The clubs?”
“Yeah, bro. Like Mister Goodbar on Elmwood Avenue. Or Gabriel’s Gate on Allen Street. That’s where my teammates and I love to go.”
I paused, refusing to commit to anything. I won’t lie to you: I’m really not a club person. Never have been. I wouldn’t have enjoyed going to Mister Goodbar, especially not with his teammates. That wasn’t all, though. I wouldn’t have enjoyed going to Mister Goodbar or Gabriel’s Gate or anywhere else with Levi.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t admire his body, though. Not at all. I could still lick my lips and dream of?—
Look him in the eyes,I told myself again.Forget about the bulge he’s making in his towel, the one you want to reach out and touch in the worst way, and just lookupat him.
When I looked up and my eyes met his, my knees almost buckled. Seriously. Levi had the most powerful arctic blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life.
But I didn’t know why he was looking at me that way. Like, it wasn’t the ordinary way you’d look at someone. It sure as hell wasn’t anything like the looks he’d given me in school. That didn’t matter just then, because I felt like I was drowning. I struggled to reach the surface, but I couldn’t, and it totally didn’t matter. I know how weird that sounds. Then again, it was also weird that I was standing there getting a raging hard-on for someone I disliked so much.
God, I hoped he hadn’t noticed.
I slipped a hand in front of my crotch to conceal the bulge, but I worried it was too late.
“So, what do you say?” he asked. “You up for it?”
“I dunno.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Well, I’ve been so busy with school and everything…”
I trailed off and said nothing more, because I knew that was bullshit. Levi would know that, too. He might’ve been really nasty to me in the past, but I would give him credit for having common sense.
“Come on, bro,” he said, “you know you want to.”
“I’ll keep you posted, okay?”
He smiled at me, showing two rows of the most perfect teeth I’d ever seen. Of course I’d noticed them before, but never while he was standing before me in a towel, still slightly wet from the shower. And never while fighting back a hard-on that threatened to tear through my jeans.
“Sure, bro.” He clapped my shoulder with his massive hand before starting down the hall. “You just let me know.”
I turned and kept my eyes fixed on his broad, muscular back, and that ass that looked as incredible under a towel as it would have in a pair of jeans.
Or completely bare.
Oh my God, I couldn’t let myself think like this. Levi Dunn was the nastiest bully I’d ever had the misfortune to deal with. It didn’t matter that he was playing nice now. I knew who he was deep down inside. Guys like him didn’t change.
And he’d be my stepbrother very soon. That alone gave enough reason to push him away, didn’t it?
Yes, Levi Dunn looked as incredible as ever. And yes, he’d given me a hard-on the size of Cincinnati. But I couldn’t let the urges he’d stirred in me take over.
I had to fight them with every fiber of my being…even though that whole experience made my balls ache so fucking badly.
