“Talking about cocks,” he says as Leila makes a “la-la-la-la” sound, “please tell me you banged them.”
Laughter echoes around me through my phone’s speaker. “Maybe, but don’t get excited. We are only friends. We need to build so much back between us. Plus, Landon has a hard-on for his coach.”
Jagger gasps. “No fucking way, weren’t they like rivals?”
“Uh huh, and from what I can gather, Tate wants him, too, but it’s against the rules.”
Jagger chuckles. “Technically there is no actual rule against it, but teams don’t like it because, as much as it sucks, they are both men. Also, players may get butt-hurt if they think Landon is getting special attention, even though he deserves everything he gets. The man works harder than most people I know— Ouch!... Fuck, Knox just slapped the back of my head. Bro, I didn’t mean you. Byeee, Abs. Leila is giving me a look like she wants the phone back now.”
“Bye, Jagger.”
“Sorry about him,” Leila says. “So everything is going okay with you and my brothers, though spare me the dirty details.”
“Yes, everything is going fine. We have sorted things out and are working on being friends.”
We chat for another fifteen minutes before she needs to hang up and put the twins to bed, with ten of those fifteen minutes being me singing songs to them.
Landon and Levi are in the home gym, working out, which seems intense considering they train almost every day. So I head upstairs to shower, then have an early night. I really didn’t think through this whole having sex again thing. My dry spell was amazing, as shaving was optional, and it now it’s going to be a pain in the ass to make sure everything is kept smooth. Landon and Levi don’t care—I was with them long enough to know—but for my own sanity, I like to keep things tidy. I already have enough hang-ups, so I don’t need someone picking a pube from their mouth—nope, I wouldn’t survive it.
After stripping off my clothes, I step into the shower, then turn the water hot enough to remove a few layers of skin. I stand there for a moment, letting it hit my shoulders, then tilt my head forward as I breathe out slowly. Grabbing the shampoo, Ilather it through my hair. I’m halfway through rinsing when the bathroom door opens.
Levi steps inside and shuts the door behind him. “Hey,” he says quietly.
He assesses me, trying to decide whether I’m going to throw him out, but right now I need him. My chest aches as I miss Leila and the kids, even though coming home was the right thing to do. It just sucks that I had to leave them behind.
“Hey.”
Taking that for the invite it is, he undresses and gets in with me. He hisses at the temperature, then reaches past me and adjusts the water, turning it down just enough that it’s not scalding us.
“Let me,” he murmurs.
I hand him the conditioner, and he works it into my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, and it feels so good I close my eyes and lean back slightly. As he rinses it out, one hand grips my waist, connecting us the whole time.
“Is everything okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
He sweeps all my hair over one shoulder, then selects another bottle from the array of shower products. His hands move to my back, down my spine, and over my hips. The bubbles of my body wash trickle down my skin in his wake as he washes me slowly, and I like the way his hands feel on my body.
He hums softly, not convinced by my earlier answer. Levi’s thumbs still, then slowly trace the same spot over and over again. It sends a shiver straight through me as his hands slide up my sides and stop just under my ribs.
“For the record,” he says with a smile, “this is me behaving.”
I huff out a laugh. “You’re doing a great job.”
“Don’t encourage me.”
He turns me around and drops his forehead to mine, and we stand there frozen, our bodies close, the water falling over us.
“If I keep touching you,” he whispers, “I won’t stop.”
“So don’t,” I whisper back. I don’t know if it is possible for Levi and me to only be friends—I want him more than I want my next breath.
Levi lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he presses my back into the tiles. His lips descend on my neck, and his teeth scrape along my sensitive skin. His cock nudges at my pussy and he thrusts up, filling me completely.
“Fuck, Levi,” I moan. “I need you to f?—”
My words are cut off as his mouth closes over mine and he moans against my lips before pulling back.
