Page 111 of Hard Heart

Then they were definitely lying. Levi’s dad wouldn’t even top up his commissary account.

“You need to watch your back.”

“That’s what Jerry said.”

Levi stiffened. “She threatened you?”

“I don’t think it was a threat, more of a warning. She’s watching my movements, I know she is, but it feels…”

“Creepy? Underhanded?”

“Comforting in a weird way. I don’t like her, but she’s not my enemy.” Sera relaxed a touch. “Between her, Diesel’s friends, and the fact that Jessalyn shot one of the bad guys, I feel as if I can breathe again. Which is good because Flora’s arriving to visit on Friday. She was going to wait until after Easter, but she managed to get a cheap flight.”

“How long is she staying?”

“A week. She wanted to stay longer, but she has exams in June, and I won’t be responsible for her screwing up her education.”

“So I’ll see you in three weeks?”

“I might be able to take a day off and come sooner.”

“You’ve already upended your entire life for me; take some time for yourself.”

“For us. I upended my life for us because I couldn’t use Tinder like a normal person.”

He gazed at Sera for a long moment, then lifted her foot off his lap. Jim was probably fucking around with his phone. He wasn’t supposed to carry it on duty, none of the COs were, but he was always playing some damn game with coloured blocks shaped like fruit, and there was also a dragon involved.

“Fuck it,” he muttered. “Just a taste.”

“Huh?”

Levi leaned across the table and laced his cuffed hands behind her head. Her eyes widened, but she moved to meet him and kissed him back wildly, ravenously, their tongues tangling, their teeth colliding, breath mingling as it came in sharp pants. She tasted of coffee and heaven.

And it was over far too soon.

“Oh my gosh,” she whispered as he sat back down, his aching cock pressing against his jailhouse scrubs. He might as well have worn a neon sign pulsing his guilt.

“I love you. I have faith in you. If anyone can pull off a miracle and get me out of here, it’s you.”

“I love you too. Whatever happens, I’m yours, and I have no idea how I’m going to explain this to my parents.”

“Maybe don’t try that yet?”

“Right. I mean, it’ll be hard enough telling them I’m dicking around with an artist.”

“Maybe also avoid the ‘dick’ part?”

She giggled and lifted her foot back into his lap. “Nope.”

“You’re killing me.”

“At least it’ll be a pleasurable death.”

“Unless you want to wear my cum as foot lotion, you need to stop.”

She rested her chin on her hands and ran the tip of her tongue over her top lip. “I hear it’s good for cracked heels.”

He groaned. “Don’t tempt me.”