Page 89 of Hooked On Him
A life I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do with.
And honestly, I don’t care. Unless Dad cuts me off, I have his money. And even if he does, I have my inheritance from my grandfather, and it’s more than enough to get me by until I figure out what I want to do with my life. Maybe even go back to school once I do. Who knows.
What I do know is, whatever I do in life, I want Levi by my side.
“Are you okay?” Levi asks as my fingers tap on the steering wheel.
“I’m fine, totally fine.” I laugh. Yeah, no one believed that.
“You’re acting funny.” He narrows his eyes.
“Nah,” I say, pulling up to the parking spot at the coach’s place.
“Where are we?”
“Remember when I said Coach owns the beach we went to?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I thought we could just park at his place and walk down to the beach.”
Levi’s eyes widen. “You mean, we could have avoided all that hiking and just parked here?”
“Oh, come on.” I laugh. “It wasn’t that bad. Hiking is fun.”
“Sure. But not when it’s like three hours!”
“It wasn’t three hours.” I laugh. “It was a half hour from the parking lot of the trail to the beach, and then another half hour back.”
“Sure felt like it.” He mutters.
“You're just out of shape.” I wink. “Don’t worry, I’ve been working you over nice and hard. You will be fit in no time.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “You're such a horn dog, you know.”
Levi has come a long way from the blushing, shy guy when we first found our ways back into one another's lives. Now he’s used to my ways and goes along with it, for the most part. I love it. But still, sometimes I manage to get him to blush, and it’s always a thrill.
“For you, always.” I wink.
We pretty much haven’t been able to keep our hands off one another since the barbecue. It feels like he’s just as addicted to me as I am to him.
“Now, quit your bitching and get that sexy ass out of the car,” I tell him, grinning like a fool, momentarily forgetting about my inner freak out. I want to give him a fun day before everything possibly goes to shit.
“I would. But, you’re not opening my door.” He shrugs. Oh, the sass with this one sometimes. Makes my fucking cock twitch.
“Brat,” I growl, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss, making him moan.
“But you love it,” he breathes against my lips.
I almost say, I love you. But I bite my tongue.
“Mhhm.” I hum. “I also love this cock.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth as I run my hand over the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Austin,” he whimpers against my lips. “We are not going to have sex in your car, in your coach's driveway.”
“You're no fun.” I pull back with a pout. “He’s not even here.”
“Austin.” He gives me that sexy scowly look that makes my cock twitch.
