Page 34 of Fracture
“Both.” I interject, narrowing my eyes. “Where is this sudden interest in what I’ve done with whom coming from?”
Rolling thunder punctuates my words, and Levi’s gaze fixes on me under a flash of lightning.
“Come here.” His voice drops to a timbre I’ve never heard from him before, not when he’s spoken to me.
My heart threatens to beat straight out of my ribcage. His arms are draped over the chair, the cigarette glowing as it dangles between his fingers. His eyes darken, and he leans back further, body open and welcoming as he watches me.
“Why?”
“Come. Here.” His voice is deep and gruff, and fuck, what that command does to me.
I get to my feet, rounding the table and taking the few steps towards him. I lean down over him, placing my hands against the frame of the chair, and our mouths are only inches apart. He smells faintly of whiskey, cutting through the scent of his cologne.
“Is this close enough for you,guapo?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I think we both know that’s a lie.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds, and then Levi’s hand is on the back of my neck, pulling me down to him. My mouth crashes into his, his tongue licking at the seam of my lips, and I open up for him immediately. He tastes smoky and musky, whiskey and cigarettes mingling on my tongue, his stubble rubbing against my chin.
He’s voracious, his tongue sparring with mine as he groans into my mouth.
I break the kiss and drop to my knees between his thighs. We’re both breathing hard, and he watches as my hands move the waistband of his jeans.
“There’s no taking this back,” I tell him.
“I know.”
I undo one button, then another. His eyes stay fixed on me.
“Where were you tonight?” I ask.
“I went out to get laid.”
“And yet you’re here, kissing me and wanting me to suck your cock.” I palm him through his jeans, and he grits his teeth. “Was she no good?”
“I couldn’t go through with it.” He reaches out and cups my jaw with his hand. “I kept thinking about you.”
“Really?” I push his t-shirt up, and run my lips over his abs, inhaling the woody scent of his cologne.
“Oh fuck.” He runs a hand over my head. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Got it bad, huh?” I gaze up his body as I trace my tongue over his stomach. “You been dreaming of this? Of me?”
He bites his lip and nods, head tipping back against his chair. “The way you looked this afternoon, when you got out of her car. Fuck, Dylan, you have no idea…”
When I got out of her car.
Guilt drops into my stomach like a fucking anvil, and I back away instantly. Levi’s brows knit together as I rise to my feet.
“I can’t do this.”
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” Levi reaches out for me, and I yank my hand out of his grasp.
“Don’t.” I take a step back. “I don’t know what you have going on, but I’m not your little experiment in Being Gay.”
Levi springs to his feet, shaking his head. “It’s not like that.”