Well Played by Vi Keeland
CHAPTER 14
Levi
All through dinner, I couldn’t stop staring at Presley. She had her long blond hair covering the spot on her neck I’d bruised. We’d spent the afternoon holed up in her room all over each other, and I couldn’t get enough. I was already plotting how I could sneak into her room later without Alex knowing. If I’m not already going to hell, that should do it. Every time thoughts of Tanner entered my mind, though, I reminded myself he’d cheated on her and probably deserved this. But I knew that was a sorry excuse for what I’d done.
Alex sat across from me at the table, telling me all about the game he’d played at his friend’s today, and while I nodded and pretended to be listening, all I could think about was getting to fuck his mother again.
Yup. Going straight to hell.
Normally when I was with a woman, after sex I’d immediately go for a shower and want my space. With her? I couldn’t wait to get my dick hard again so I could go for another round. And then when we were finally physically spent, all I wanted to do was lie with her and talk. About anything. It didn’t even matter. I just wanted to listen to her voice. I, Levi fucking Miller, wanted to talk after sex. Hell must be freezing over.
What the heck is happening with me? This was definitely not part of my plan in coming here, and I was going to be screwed when I had to leave.
This was so much bigger than my leaving, though. How would I explain it to Alex if he ever found out? He’d only just discovered what sex was—and he’d have to somehow process his uncle doing it with his mother? And then there was the obvious complication of Tanner finding out, which would be awful but actually scared me less than the Alex situation.
All of that aside, how the hell could I be there for Presley with my crazy schedule and the fact that I lived in Colorado half the year? There were so many reasons this couldn’t work. So many things that should have turned me off. And yet she was all I wanted right now.
Alex’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Did you hear what I said, Uncle Levi?”
“Hmm?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry. Repeat it.”
“I told Caden that Alex was really short for Alejandro, like the Lady Gaga song, and he believed me! So now all the kids are calling me Alejandro.”
I chuckled. “I think that suits you.”
He turned to his mother. “Can I have dessert?”
“Sure, honey.” Presley stood and walked over to the freezer where she took out a carton of ice cream. She scooped some into a bowl and handed it to him. Then she turned to me. “You want some?”
She blushed soon after. The way she said it sounded like she was asking me if I wanted something else.
“I do.” I ran my tongue across my bottom lip. “And probably seconds.”
“Two bowls?” Alex said with his mouth full. “That’s a lot of ice cream. You’ll get an upset stomach.”
I kept my eyes on her. “There are some things you can never have too much of.”
She turned redder, and I freaking loved it. I was so damn hungry right now.
After dessert, Alex put his bowl in the sink and skipped off to his room. Presley was at the sink when I snuck up behind her. Sensing the heat of my body, she shut the water off and turned around.
“Can I help you?” she teased.
“Yes, actually, you can.” I leaned in to kiss her neck.
She arched her head toward the stairs. “We need to be careful.”
“I can do that. I can be really quiet, too, if I have to. I’d love to show you that talent tonight.”
“Not quiet enough…” Fern said as she waltzed into the room.
Shit.
Goddammit.
Presley yanked her body away from me. Earlier, I’d had to explain to her what Fern’s text meant. I’d wired the old lady the ten grand before dinner—not because I felt she deserved it, but because I’ve never been one to default on a bet. Plus, I needed to do everything in my power to make sure Fern kept her big trap shut. Needless to say, Presley was not happy when I told her.
Presley turned to her. “Fern, just to be clear, we need your utmost discretion about what you overheard. You can’t mention it to anyone, even people you think you can trust. You know how fast things travel around this town. We can’t risk Alex or anyone else finding out.”
Fern smirked. “You have my word. The last thing I want is to cause trouble. Thatcher would never forgive me if I did. And for the record, I’m rootin’ for y’all. It’s scandalous as hell, but it was inevitable.” She winked. “And what your brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He certainly ain’t gonna hear nuthin’ from me.”
Just the mention of Tanner made my stomach turn.
“Well, thank you. I really appreciate it,” Presley said.
“There’s nothing better than living vicariously through young love.” She winked again.
Love? I hadn’t thought about whether I actually loved Presley, but given that I’d never felt these feelings before, there was a damn good chance this could be developing into that.
Before I could even begin to respond to her statement, I heard footsteps and Alex entered the kitchen. He lifted something up to show us. I soon recognized it as my belt. My damn belt. The same one I’d whipped off and thrown on the floor in Presley’s room today, right before I buried myself inside her. I couldn’t even deny it was mine because it had my friggin’ initials monogrammed on the buckle.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“I found your belt on the floor in Mom’s room, Uncle Levi. I thought maybe Mom borrowed my iPad again, so I was looking for it in there. This was on the floor.”
Presley’s face was red as a beet. She was probably ready to shit a brick.
Snapping my fingers, I said, “That’s where it is! Thank you. I was looking for it.” I took the belt from him. “I ate too much for lunch, and I took it off when I was fixing that light in your mom’s bedroom. Totally forgot I did that.”
“Too much ice cream, maybe?” He laughed.
He seemed to buy it.
“Yup. I think you were right. I need to stop eating so much before I make myself sick.”
Alex shrugged and disappeared again.
Presley and I let out a collective sigh of relief.
“I’d love to know what you were really doing with that belt,” Fern quipped.
