“And why is that?” I ask, swallowing hard as I move my fingers to his neck.
“Jesus. Santo,” he hisses.
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Also, I will be making you say that in an entirely different cadence tonight if you’re lucky,” I shrug. “You were beaten up pretty badly on the ice tonight. I’m going to have you take a bath before bed. Maybe we’ll skip the fun stuff, and I’ll just torture you with my magic hands.”
“Is that hand going to be around my cock at any point?” he asks.
“Maybe, maybe not. I’m tempted to fist my cock and come all over your skin so you remember who owns your ass. I also like when our scents mix,” I admit. “Now why is Coach pushing us into what’s essentially the Principal’s office?”
Levon snorts in derision before I work my way down his back, making me grin.
“We’ve seen it not be an issue for other people,” he says. “With scent matches and packs. As long as we explain ourselves, there’s no reason for Elsie to move forward with any kind of administrative action.”
My face contorts in annoyance. I’m a damn good doctor. Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?
“Hey.”
Gasping, I find myself toppled off of Levon’s back, and quickly pulled underneath his body.
“I wasn’t done yet—” I begin, interrupted by his lips slanting over mine.
“I feel good as new,” he mumbles against my lips.
Levon rocks his hips against me, and my brain short circuits as his cock grinds against mine.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he says. “We’re going to have a conversation that we keep avoiding.”
“I haven’t…fuck. You’re the one who smells like dessert,” I deflect.
“Mmmm. And you don’t?” he asks, licking up my throat as my head drops back to give him more space. “Walking around, tasting like fucking icing. This should be illegal, Doctor.”
“Fuck. You are not topping from the bottom, Levon,” I gasp, my hands grabbing his ass for more friction when he sucks on my pulse point.
I’m completely gone for this man and I think he may know that.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Levon chuckles. “So, let’s stop dancing around this, Santo. What are we? It’s early on, I know, and putting a label on things is?—”
“Necessary,” I sigh. At his smirk, I roll my eyes. “Every time we try to have this conversation, we end up side tracked. It’s no wonder with how fucking gorgeous you are.”
My fingers ghost along his arms, his dark ink telling a story about a life I’m just beginning to learn about. Levon has all kinds of trust issues, yet he’ll find himself offering small things about his family. I collect them all and hold tightly to them, knowing that he doesn’t tell me lightly.
“I think you need to start looking in the mirror more often,” he growls, biting my bottom lip. Fuck, everything is always so good with him. “I could bounce quarters off your ass, suck on your dick until you come in my mouth, and never get tired of it. You know what I think when I pass by you?”
“Get your hands off that hockey player?” I ask, laughing.
“No, never that. The way you touch me and everyone else is very different. Your face is open, considerate, and professional when you’re working. I get the lingering touches and heated stares,” Levon says.
“Those are yours,” I agree. “So do we say that we developed feelings for each other while I was helping you rehab after your injury?”
“We can say that, and add that it was impossible for us to stay away from each other. Elsie will accept that. We’ll have to sacrifice blow jobs at work,” he says somberly.
“Damn, you’re right. We will,” I tease him. “So no more hook-ups at work. What else?”
“You move in with me or I move in here,” he decides. At my slow blink, he doesn’t back down, straddling my hips. “We work a lot, Santo. Between practices, games, and all the other shit on my plate, we don’t get a lot of time together. So, we’re moving in together.”
I could say this is fast, but I’d be lying. Ever since I heard him come with my name on his lips in the showers, I was done for.Levon Phillips isn’t the kind of alpha you ignore, but I tried my fucking hardest to.
Much like now.
