I hid my annoyance well enough to force a smile. “Get in.”
“Hey, it’s a two-seater,” Levana reminded when Davien opened the door and waited for her.
“No sweat,” he replied as they both leaned down to look at me. “You can sit on my lap, if Mr S doesn’t mind.”
And that shot my frustration straight to hell. I white-knuckled the wheel to keep from telling him no fucking way. I chanced a glance at Levana. As if she could read my rigid body language, her devious eyes locked with mine and the little vixen beamed.
“You don’t mind, do you, Mr Sinclair?” Her words sweet like candy, I could’ve sworn there was a hint of ‘fuck you’ in there but I chose to ignore it.
“No,” I muttered through clenched teeth.
Davien climbed in, pushed back the seat, and tapped his thigh for Levana. When she slid down onto his lap and moved around to get comfortable, he winced. “Hey, watch the junk, princess. Can’t have you ruining it, again.”
Princess? Again?I stiffened, the words conjuring images of them fucking. My gaze snapped to the front as I stared out the windscreen, willing myself to calm the fuck down or risk tossing Davien out on his arse. The second he shut the door, I shot off down the road, the tailpipe bellowing its approval.
Levana let out a surprised squeal and Davien banded his arm around her stomach. “I’ve got you, Lee.” He laughed, making me see red. She giggled and the restraining clasp around my chest tightened.Fuck.The quicker this ride ended, the better, for Davien’ sake. The boy was a brilliant footballer and the bulk to go with but with the rage fuelling my movements, I’d flatten him with just one right hook.
“Nice wheels, Mr S,” he said, open admiration lining his tone.
“Thank you,” my reply was stiff, I didn’t give a fuck.
Davien appeared not to notice and kept up the chatter. “You have a mean bike too. Do you own other sports cars?”
“Yes, I have five.” Jesus, I bragged like a jealous fucking schoolboy.
“Sweet. Which is your favourite?”
Normally, I would’ve entertained the boy’s curiosity. I liked him and the few times he visited when I helped Dean, we interacted well. But nothing was ever normal around Levana. And my driving just made her situation worse. As she moved around to keep from sliding off his lap, her skirt rode up. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Davien slide it back down. Unsure if the act was gentlemanly or a reason for him to touch her leg, I fumed. My leg jerked on the accelerator and the car bucked under the pressure. Both didn’t seem to notice.
I glanced at Levana. As if privy to my internal struggle, she slowly grazed fingers, ending in sexy neon pink polished nails, from her knee upward, gliding her skirt up in the process. Then in a very subtle move, she slid Davien’s hand to the exposed part and covered his hand with hers.
My jaw clenched and her brow shot up in a cheeky ‘fuck you.’ Squeezing the wheel, I flicked my gaze away to stare out front, imagining it was Davien’Fuck, this girl’s gotten under my skin like no other.
The rest of the trip was a blur of idle chatter between the two about some movie marathon they were planning. Just the idea of them cuddled in front of a fire, watching movies together set my teeth on edge. By the time I reached her home and killed the engine, I was ready to pound something, hard and fast and I didn’t mean that in a literal sense.
Opening the door, Levana slipped out, her face hidden in the shadows of the dark grey clouds outside.Look at me, I wanted to say, desperate to see that beautiful smile again. Even the mischievous rendition would do but she stood with her back to me.
“Thank you, Mr S.” Davien offered me a fist bump which I returned, holding off on my sarcastic comment about the stupid gesture. I believed a good handshake set men apart from boys.
Then, when he climbed out the car, I called out, “ask Levana to see me for a second.”
“Sure thing.”
My eyes on him, he walked over to her side. Her gaze met mine through the watery windscreen, but she made no move to do as I requested. “Fuck sakes.” When would this girl follow a simple command without the obstinacy? Annoyed, I opened my door and stood, the rain heightening my frustration by the second. “Levana,” I barked, my tone suggesting she’d regret defying me.
Rolling her eyes, she said something to Davien then in a flagrant tease, she reached up to kiss his cheek. I grunted my distaste, but she merely shrugged and watched him cross the road to his home. “What do you want?” she asked over the roof of the car, her words sullen.
“Get in.”
“No.”
“I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Levana, so get in the fucking car. Now,” I gritted. God help me but I was ready to fuck her in the back seat if push came to shove and only after I’d spanked her arse until it burned.
Dragging her feet, she slid into the car and closed the door. I followed suit, turning up the heat when she shivered. Reaching into the backseat, I retrieved my jumper and held it out. “Put this on.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Jesus Christ,” I growled. “Why are you always so fucking stubborn?”
