He doesn’t let me down on that feat, hooking his hand around my wrist, tugging me from the car and outside with his brute strength.
Thankfully, he gets me to my feet before he begins his full-on bitch fit, but I don’t allow him time. I heard everything I needed to hear during his and Reeve’s conversation moments ago.
He’s my ride or die.
He’s the reason I am who I am.
He’s South Shore.
And that’s home.
Quickly rising on my tiptoes, I wrap an arm around the back of his neck and tug Levi the rest of the way down because he’s so fucking tall.
He comes without argument, and I smash my lips to his before he can register what the hell I’m doing and that he found me like a stowaway in his car.
My tongue teases along the seam of his lips before Levi’s mouth opens, accepting shit for what it is, because I am who I am and that’s a straight pain in the ass.
I’m lifted in the air by meaty hands as I possessively wrap my legs around Levi’s waist and kiss him like I’m never going to get another shot at it.
Sometimes, it feels too good to be fucking real.
We’re the perfect blend of needy and sloppy. A rhythm that has finally found its final chord to make the perfect symphony of notes and song.
Hard, rough, alpha, emo, rugged—my favorite kind of melody.
Levi’s tongue slips between my lips, tasting me like he can’t get enough. He moves us, plopping back into his seat while my ass digs into the steering wheel.
“You two are so gorgeous, it’s stupid.”
It takes both Levi and me a second to register Reeve’s voice. We’re too easily wrapped up in each other that I don’t realize we’re not making out anymore when I can’t find Levi’s mouth.
Reluctantly cracking my eyes open, I find Lev already glowering at Reeve—shocker.
“Do you fuckin’ mind?” he clips out, squeezing my thighs in warning that he’s not a lover of the fan club gathered here today.
Meanwhile, I don’t mind, but I’m biased as shit. I’d love to be a Levi-Reeve sandwich.
“Not at all,” Reeve replies smoothly, gaze descending to where Levi’s hands are. “Do you?”
I lean forward, lightly pressing my cheek into the stubble of Levi’s. “He’s harmless, look at him.”
Reeve smirks, setting off a group of butterflies in my stomach, flicking his hazel eyes up to me in a subtle challenge. “Am I?”
“I don’t see you doin’ shit but getting fucked up,” Levi grinds out. “And you still being here.”
“But she likes it when I’m here.”
“I don’t.”
I do.
Selfishly, having both of them within the confines of this front seat makes me want to see how far I can push Levi to his limit.
To see if, maybe—just maybe—I can get this man to do some naughty shit with me and an audience.
Turning my face, I press a soft kiss to Levi’s cheekbone, then travel south and down his jawline.
Underneath me, I feel him relax just a bit, but not enough to forget Reeve’s still within two feet.
