My heart swells at the thought of someone actually taking the time to listen. To care. Even over something so basic and mundane. And that person being Levi Carter just makes me think of how badly I misjudged him when I met him.
I wish we could stay. I’m not ready to go back to Seattle.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
LEVI
“I’m fit enough to drive, Scarlett.” I stand my ground, keeping my eyes locked with my Pilates instructor.
She rolls her eyes at me, cocking her hip as she crosses her arms over her chest which pushes up her breasts. Don’t look, Levi. Don’t. Look.
I sneak a glance anyway, and she clearly notices, so now she knows she has the upper hand. But if we’re being honest, she’s always been the one holding the power in this dynamic.
She shakes her head at me as she walks toward me. “Levi, it’s a long drive. It’s too risky to rely on your shoulder for that amount of time.”
“You said I was healing well, though. I should be ready for this, Scar.”
I try to plead with my eyes, and she slowly starts to relent. She’s slowly giving in. Jabbing her finger into my chest, she keeps her gaze stern as she speaks. “Fine.” Her tone is low,conveying her seriousness. “But if you feel any kind of pain, and I mean any pain, you tell me, and I’ll drive.”
I nod vigorously. I would never dare disobey her. “You got it, Scar.”
The car is all packed up and we jump in. Fuck, her car is so small. And she’s so short. Why am I so close to the steering wheel?
I adjust my seat, getting comfortable before turning on the ignition and setting off on the road.
Glancing over to Scarlett, I find her already watching me, feet tucked under her, cheek lying against her seat.
“What’s up?” A small grin pulls at my lips from the sight of her like this. So unguarded. So relaxed.
“I wish we could stay out here longer. That’s all.” She murmurs, reaching across the centre console to wrap her hand around my bicep. Well, as much as her small hand will allow.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” I ask casually, trying to use this opportunity to see inside her brain a little more.
I feel her shoulders shrug as she lets out a sigh, contemplating her answer.
“I liked the space we had. Getting away from everything and not really having to worry about anything except ourselves.”
Her hand moves down my bicep, to my waist, before her palm meets my thigh, fingers brushing lightly against my bare skin. My heart skips a beat.
I clear my throat, attempting to come off unaffected as she slowly slides her hand up my thigh, fingertips coming under my shorts. “Y–yeah… It was nice to get away.
“It really was, wasn’t it?” Her voice is low and sultry as she walks her fingers up to my waistband, tucking them inside.
My eyes widen as my gaze flicks to Scarlett. She’s biting her lip, her eyes filled with heat. “What are you doing?”
Her eyelashes flutter as she pulls down my shorts, just enough that my hardening cock is out. She wraps her hand around my cock, stroking a couple of times, making me lose my breath.
“Keep your eyes on the road, baby.” She leans over the centre console to take me into her mouth, and I just about stop breathing altogether.
“Scar…” I trail off when she bobs her head, fisting the rest of my cock that she can’t fit. Her mouth is warm, and wet, and I feel myself starting to get dizzy. “Scarlett, I can’t focus.”
I’m leaning forward, my chest heaving as I pull off to the side of the road, putting the car in park.
She pulls off me so that just the tip is still in her mouth, and she sucks making a rough groan spill out of me. Tracing her tongue along the nerves beneath the head of my cock sends me hurtling toward my release. I can’t believe she’s got me coming already.
I gasp, breathless as she continues to work my cock. “Fuck, Scarlett. I’m coming.”
I’m slumped over the steering wheel, hands threaded through her hair as she continues to work me through my orgasm, as I release into her mouth.
