Page 21 of The Art of Deception

Don’t get me wrong, I love him how he is, but there are times I wish he could walk in public and not be ridiculed by the stupid little teeny boppers who laugh at him for his clothing choices or for the way he walks with a slight waddle. People can be such assholes. I’m glad that somehow Levi rises above it all, though. For him, his life’s nothing but rays of sunshine and puppies. He’s happy and content, but I just don’t know how long his bliss is going to last. His routine is structured. When it gets pulled out of whack, he starts to crumble. It’s what I’m terrified about the most. My brother falling apart to the point I can’t help him.

What if I lost Levi, too?

My chest squeezes. I fight back tears.

“Oh, you got me again! How do you keep doing that?” Xander interrupts me. I welcome the intrusion as I glance over to the two great guys on the sofa.

“Easy. You suck at this,” Levi replies, making Xander bump into his side, which causes Levi to snicker at him.

That’s rare since Levi doesn’t like new people touching him at all.

I move forward, resting my hands on the sofa and Levi’s shoulders. “Right, c’mon, big guy, time for bed. You have school tomorrow.”

He groans. “Just one more game?”

“You want to wake up asleep?” I ask him the same thing I always do when he won’t go to bed.

Xander raises his brow as Levi audibly mumbles under his breath, “I’ve told you this a million times, Tomi, if you wake up, you can’t be asleep when you’re awake.”

“Exactly. Because you go to bed on time.” I wave my hands through the air then point toward his room. “Now go.”

Levi groans, slowly getting up off the sofa, then he turns back to face Xander. “You’re cool, Xander, come play again. But don’t bring those donuts.”

Xander smiles wide. “Sure thing, buddy. Sleep well.”

He grumbles, thumping his feet toward his room, but then turns back again. “Xander?”

Xander peers over the back of the sofa. “Yeah?”

“You’re my friend.”

My entire body melts as Xander’s face softens. “Yeah, Levi… I’m your friend.”

Levi turns, striding off to his room as Xander stands and walks over to me. My heart races so damn hard I’m having trouble holding myself together while he saunters to me, all broody, sexy, and fucking perfect. He takes my hand in his, those damn sparks shoot straight from his fingers to my clit, making it throb as he leads me over to the dining table.

Letting out a sigh, I stare at him in utter awe. “You’re so good with him.”

His face lights. “He’s a great kid.”

The fact Xander is so damn good with Levi means everything to me. I never thought I’d find someone who could accept Levi and me as a package.

Xander’s kind of a catch.

Slowly, Xander scoops out a spoonful of practically melted ice cream, a glint in his eyes letting me know he has something on his mind. The gooey ice cream sits delicately on the spoon as his eyes meet mine, his free hand moves under the spoon as he brings it up to my face. I know what he’s doing, and I open my mouth to take the delicious treat. He slides it into my mouth as his eyes meet mine. His intense sapphire blues lock right onto my very soul, and as the cold hits my tongue, a shudder runs down my spine, making all my senses come alive. The energy pulsing through the room swirls around us as my breathing rushes while I continue to stare at him.

I’ve never had anyone feed me before.

I’m not a baby, but this is kind of erotic.

The lust in his eyes has me on edge.

I inch closer to him, needing to be as near to him as possible as I swallow the delicious ice cream. His eyes focus in on my lips.

I lick the sweetness from my mouth, and I can’t hold back the tension anymore, so I push his spoon aside and thrust my hands into his hair, forcing his mouth to mine. The warmth of his lips against the cold of mine is a sensory overload. I lean into him, my breasts rubbing against his tank top. My hardening nipples pushing up against my bra only make me moan into his mouth.

His hands swoop up, one into my hair, gripping my ponytail, his fingers threading through it tightly as our tongues collide in a flurry of passion.

Our breathing becomes frantic as I shift closer, his other hand sliding down to my ass as he pulls me nearer. I make the move by sliding on top of him, my fingers gripping his hair as I straddlehim, kissing Xander like there’s no tomorrow. My clit throbs so damn much as I grind down on him, feeling his hardening cock beneath me through his jeans.

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