Or maybe he does, and he’sthatgood at making my panties wet.
Either way, the boy needs to stop.
“You wanna talk about tattoos when we’re about to do fuck knows what?”
He slows the car down, bringing it to a stop as we eyeball the SUV. The guy Levi just hit is on the ground, slowly trying to move his legs but failing epically. But no one else has come out of the vehicle.
“You know this shit turns me on,” Levi claims matter-of-factly. “And so does that.”
I break my focus from the enemy’s car and glance over at him. “Are you telling me every time you did some shady shit, you had a hard dick?”
“Only the times you were with me.” He steals a look at me, his expression full of determination and, dare my ass say, lust. “I loved running behind you, Astor.”
My cheeks ignite with a blush, and fuck me, he’s a dick.
He smirks before turning his sole attention back to the task at hand. “Now, we wait.”
“Wait?” I repeat. “For what?”
“Someone to fuck around and find out.”
Waiting.
My not-so-favorite game.
I immediately begin to fidget because I’m fully aware we can’t get out and walk up on it. That’d be full-blown suicide at its finest.
However, it’s what I want to do so we can get this shit over with.
“There”—Levi points—“it moved.”
My eyes mindlessly squint. “Where?”
“Someone’s moving around. More than likely trying to get out.” I make a move to unbuckle my seatbelt before Levi’s arm shoots out. “You know we’re not going out there.”
“But—”
“He’ll get out.”
Yeah, but which one?
I blow air out between my lips and fidget with my fingers some more.
“It was a race,” Levi blurts out suddenly, without any warning. “You had just lost to a Skyline, and you were pissed. You wouldn’t stop talking about how he got the jump, and you wanted a rematch.” Levi begins to slowly strum his fingers along the steering wheel, still focused on the SUV. “You were in these tight shorts that cupped your fat ass…and you bent over inside the driver’s door to get something. Then you hit your head.”
I frown because how graceful did thatnotsound?
“There was no calming you down that night,” he continues. “You had only been racing for a few months, but it was that motherfuckin’ stubbornness of yours that got my blood boiling. The shit used to drive me crazy—still does—but when Juice brought you nachos and a slushie, your ass calmed the hell down. You sat on the hood of that car, ate your shit, and I wanted you. I wanted your crazy and your temper tantrums. You were mine. I was never going to give you up. That’s the first time I realized you had me for life. That, one day, you were going to be mine.”
My chest tightens at his admission. At another random time of speaking, but it’s ours, just the same. “I’ve always been yours, Lev.”
“Not fully mine, Astor. I let you go to live your life and make your choices, but there was never really going to be an ending where I didn’t make a move. It didn’t matter what you chose.”
“Even with?—”
“We both know they don’t hold a candle to what we have. We have a loaded past with too many connections and memories, and we’re soulmates. Do Ilikethe shit you have with them? No. Do Iwantyou fucking other guys…” He cranes his head to me, and I force myself to meet his light-green gaze. One that will never,everlet me go. “Just know when you do, I’m fucking you harder, longer, and in a way where you’re going to be fiending for me like you do your next race. I’m gonna be in the back of your mind, Astor. You’re never gonnanotsee me.”
The pop of a door has Levi and I snapping our necks back in the direction of the SUV.
