“You’re too old for her.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “And you’ve just spent the last six years in prison. You think you’re a better choice?”
X hummed along absentmindedly with the music, only to stop and say, “You’re both terrible choices. So I think we’ve all come to the conclusion that Violet belongs with me and the two of you will just take yourselves out of the running.”
I couldn’t drag my gaze away from Levi’s. His green eyes were practically glowing with anger.
And I was fucking attracted to it.
The man had been in prison for years. I suddenly found myself wondering if he’d had his cellmate down on his knees for him, staring up into those green eyes while he sucked his cock.
I flushed with heat just thinking about watching Levi get head from another man.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Nope. I was not going there. Not with this guy.
“Shut up, X,” Levi and I both said in unison.
X, of course, did nothing of the sort. He pointed at me, and then with his eyes widening pointed at Levi. “Do I detect a sexual attraction here? Is that why the two of you are so grumpy? Do you two want to go bone? Might make you feel better. Don’t worry about Violet. I’ll take care of her while you two run off into the sunset together—”
“Fuck off,” Levi snapped. “I’m not into him.”
Well, that put that question to bed. Shame. The guywas hot. But so was half the population, and they weren’t all giant assholes, who couldn’t control themselves, like Levi.
But he was clearly rattled by X’s question. His neck was red as a tomato.
I sniggered at the clear discomfort on his expression. “Fucking hell. Relax. I’m not going to try sticking my tongue down your throat. I get it. You don’t like dick. Don’t worry, your heterosexuality is safe with me.”
He leaned in, so all I could smell was his scent. Leather and tobacco, super masculine.
Deeply and surprisingly intoxicating.
His eyes were even greener than I’d thought possible. The tattoo beneath his eye, all fine lines that stood out against his warm skin.
My breath caught at how close he was.
His voice lowered an octave, and his hand moved between my legs, not touching me but hovering just inches away from my cock.
Suddenly, all I could think about was him putting his hand on it. Undoing my fly. Taking out the rapidly growing erection I was currently losing the battle to keep control of.
“Don’t presume I don’t want dick.” His gaze flickered to my lips. And then he pulled away an inch. “I just don’t want yours.”
With a sharp flick of his wrist, he yanked out a wire from the mess of them beneath the steering wheel.
The music cut off instantly.
Levi stepped back, a smug grin on his face like he knew exactly what I’d been thinking.
I mentally commanded the blush creeping up my neck to fuck off.
X eyed him and the broken wires now clutched in his fingers. “You gonna fix that?”
He nodded. “If Whip wants to admit he doesn’t know shit about cars and move his ass outta the way, I’ll fix it right now.”
I slid out of the seat, more than happy to take my stupid blush out of the line of sight of the man who’d caused it. “Five minutes,” I barked as I passed him. “We’ve actually got things to discuss, other than your mechanical skills.”
“Do you want to discuss his sexual skills too, Whip?” X called out of the window with a laugh. “Want to know if he’s a top or a bottom? I can ask him for you if you want?”
Without turning back, I raised one hand in the air, middle finger extended, and stormed toward the house.