Looking over my shoulder, I find my grumpy-looking brothers walking at a slow pace behind us.
“Did I look okay?” I whisper, not wanting my brothers to overhear our embarrassing conversation.
I want to crumple into a little ball and just stay there in mortification. I can’t believe my brothers had to watch that entire performance.
“You looked like a goddess!” she says, gripping my arm and squeezing. “And you should have seen Levi’s face. He was so mesmerized by you. I could see his excitement, if you know what I mean”—she jabs me in my side while winking—“all the way down from my seat.”
“That’s a physical reaction, not emotional. He would have had that same reaction to anyone.”Right?
She scoffs, joining me in my dressing room and slamming the door shut. “You’re living in denial. The evidence was apparent in his lovestruck face. He practically had sparkles in his eyes.”
Levi and sparkles, together in one sentence … ha-ha.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t be able to stand upright.” Trinity plops down onto a couch and sighs. “I would be making out with him right now.”
Grabbing a crumpled T-shirt I tossed on the floor hours ago, I throw it at her. My aim is perfect because it lands directly on her face.
“Since you’re a horndog right now, go make out with my pissed off brother. Help him feel less stressed out after witnessing my little dance.”
I always—and I mean,always—avoid the image or even the thought of my best friend and brother being intimate, but if it gets her off my back and Leonidas into a better mood after the stunt the team made me do, then it’s worth it.
“You know I will,” she replies, her voice muffled since she has yet to move the T-shirt off her head.
Ripping it off her, I peer down at her face. “Are you trying to suffocate yourself? Why didn’t you move at all?” I say, a laugh bursting free from my throat.
“The darkness was nice.” With her eyes still closed, she throws an arm over her face.
Deciding to leave my best friend alone in her feelings, I shimmy out of my shorts and put on a pair of baggy black sweats. Before I manage to take off the shirt that’s squeezing the life out of me, my door bangs open and hits the wall.
Jumping, I place a hand on my beating chest as Levi Miller comes barging into the room, still in the outfit he was wearing onstage. He advances to where I stand with a needy look on his grumpy face. Giving one look in Trinity’s direction, he points to the door.
Jolting up, my best friend runs to the door and winks at me before shutting it behind her.
Little traitor …
I open my mouth to say something to the aroused man in front of me. He closes the space between us, roughly pulling my body into his hard one.
He grabs my neck tightly before he mutters darkly, as if he can’t talk, “Shut up.”
And his lips are on mine.
We’re kissing.
Not for anyone but us.
There’s nothing innocent about the way he kisses. His lips are warm and so demanding as he pries my mouth open like a starved man and brushes his tongue against my own. We breathe in heavily through our noses as he tortures my mouth with his hard kisses. He walks me backward until my back hits the wall, and his body presses against every inch of mine.
Warmth spreads through my chest as his cinnamon smell makes me feel dizzy and uneasy in the best way possible.
“You liked rubbing your sweet pussy all over me in front of all those people, didn’t you?” He speaks through our bruising kiss, biting my bottom lip and pulling. “You liked torturing me, knowing I’d have you pinned against a wall later. Screaming, begging for my cock.”
He slams his lips fully on mine, not giving me a chance to reply. His hand grips my bum, and he squeezes, making a moan slip past my mouth.
I can’t believe this is happening right now, and why am I doing nothing to stop this?
He’s pressing me against the wall so tight that there isn’t an inch of him I don’t feel.
“You like being a bad girl?” he states darkly, sparking something within me I’ve never felt. “You like pissing me off, knowing there’s going to be consequences for your actions later?”
