“What are you doing here, Carr?” Noah hisses at him.
“I’m here with Presley.” He crosses his arms and squares his shoulder.
“No way,” Braxton says.
“Enough guys,” I tell everyone.
“Oh, it’s true. Guess you guys don’t have anything to offer a pretty girl and she had to find a real hockey player.”
Noah, Braxton, and Trevor make a move for Levi, but I jump in the middle.
“Look,” I state firmly. “Levi and I are friends. I just came over here to say congratulations and now we’re leaving.” I grab Levi’s hand and we head the other direction of my brother and his friends. When we are out of ear-shot, I whip around and slug him in the shoulder.
“Now, listen and listen good,” I point my finger right in his face. “Don’t you start any trouble with Trevor or his team. I mean it. If you do, then this is really over.” Levi stares at me for a moment, I am not going to let him use me as a pawn.
Levi holds his hands up in surrender. “You’re right. I won’t start anything. However, I won’t back down from him or those guys either.”
“Fair enough.” I take a step away from him. “Now, you promised me some food.”
“I did.” He throws his arm over my shoulders, we leave the rink and we stroll down the street to find something to eat. We stop at the local Mexican restaurant to grab a few tacos. The place is so packed, there isn’t a seat.
“Hey, let’s get it to go. My apartment is up the street.” Levi nods and we grab our food.
We walk silently to my place. I let us in and point to the small kitchen table, where Levi sets down our food. I grab a couple of beers from the fridge and we sit down and eat.
“So, when did you start playing hockey?” I figure I will keep the conversation light between us.
“I think I was four or so when I joined my first pee-wee league. Do you skate or have you ever played?”
“I can skate, but no I never played in a league. Trevor and I would mess around, but my dad thought a girl shouldn’t play hockey.” I did try to convince my dad to let me join a girl’s league when I was younger, but he said no.
“Are you any good?”
“Well, I’m not Sidney Crosby, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Levi starts laughing. “Is there anyone like that guy?”
Then I start laughing. It’s nice that I can have a conversation with someone. It’s nice to have dinner with someone who can make you laugh. Levi is great company, and I like our talks.
We finish our food and together, we clean up the mess. I am just as nervous as I was last night, but there is something calming about Levi’s blue eyes. I reach for his hand and lead him to the couch.
It doesn’t take long for Levi’s lips to cover mine, and I can’t help the moan when he pulls me over to straddle him. I settle myself on him, as he slips his tongue further in my mouth. I run my hands through his soft hair, as he grips my hips tighter. My body reacts by rocking against him. I can feel his fingers working on the hem of my shirt. The touch of his hot, rough hands on my back causes me to quiver. His hands are traveling up and down my back. He breaks our kiss and begins to kiss my neck and collarbone. It’s hard to catch my breath as Levi’s thumbs graze my breast.
With ease, I move us into a different position. I want to feel more of Levi. I pull his t-shirt off. The muscles of his back and arms flex as I drag my nails up and down. He settles himself in between my legs.
“Oh my god, Presley.” Levi pushes my bra up over my breasts. He gently tugs on my nipple with his teeth.
“Levi.” I arch my back as his lips, tongue, and teeth work on my breast. I dig my nails deeper into his back. He leaves my breast and kisses down my stomach. Each kiss sears my skin. He stops just at the top of my jeans. He looks up at me with a breathtaking smirk. He unbuttons them. As he pulls the zipper down, he comes back up close to my face.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.” His hot breath is on my lips, and my mouth is dry.
“I do want this, but I don’t want to be some girl you just screw and don’t call back.” I would much rather he leave right now, if he is going to do that.
Levi looks deep into my eyes for a moment before he kisses me fully. It’s sweet and caring. I feel him pull the zipper of my jeans back up.
“What are you doing?
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