Page 75 of What Are The Odds?
“You’re my girlfriend, Grace Hughes.”
“That’s funny. It didn’t really sound like a question.”
“Because it isn’t.” He bent down, so we were eye level. “But say it was, what would your answer have been?”
There was so much hope in his eyes that I told myself not to mess with him. Levi looked more vulnerable in this moment than he ever had before.
“Abso-bloody-lutely.”
39. So fucking happy.
Levi
With Grace’s hand in mine – no – with my girlfriend’s hand in mine, I made my way downstairs. The guys were where I’d left them, caught up in attention and skimpy Halloween costumes. They had no idea what had just happened upstairs. Heck, I was still wrapping my head around it. The Levi walking back into this room was much different to the one who’d stormed out.
“Sup lovers,” Tripp greeted.
“We’re heading out,” I told him.
“Perfect timing. Take Ryan with you.”
He gestured to the couch, where Ryan was fast asleep. Typical. The guy was a lightweight. Dealing with his drunk ass wasn’t what I had in mind. My only focus had been to get Grace out of here. Alone. Underneath me. On top of me. Bent over in front of me. It really didn’t matter.
Grumbling, I said, “Help me then, will you?”
Tripp and Will pulled Ryan’s arms over their shoulders, and I hoisted up his legs to carry him outside. By the time we managed to break through the crowd, the Uber was waiting.
“Are you filming this, Hughesy?” Will asked.
“Of course I am,” Grace answered. “This is my ticket out of his next TikTok.”
Smart girl. She was learning fast. We threw Ryan in the back, none of us bothering to be gentle. Grace climbed in beside him. He was the ultimate cockblock. I’d been hoping for some hand stuff on the way home. Although the drive was short, it would be long enough to rile Grace up, to bring a flush to her cheeks. She leant over Ryan, clicking his seatbelt in place, then smiled up at me. She was so fucking sweet. Closing the door, I turned back to Tripp and Will.
“Keep the team in line. No fights. Got it?”
“Eye eye, Captain,” Tripp saluted.
The ride back to our house was quick. When we pulled up to the curb, I handed Grace my keys so I could haul Ryan out. Grace laughed as she watched me struggle. This wasn’t coming across as great for my manhood. I was strong, but 200 pounds of floppy, dead weight was a different story. Grace held the door open while I carried Ryan inside. There was no way I was hauling this heavy fucker upstairs. I lowered him onto the couch. Well, more like dropped him onto it. After lifting his feet onto the cushions and draping a blanket over his out-cold body, I turned to Grace.
“Ready for the making up?” I beamed.
She grinned, pressing onto her toes. “Definitely.”
The cockblock struck again.
“Water,” he groaned. “I need water.”
Laughing, Grace lowered herself back down. “You sort the kid out. I’ll meet you upstairs.”
She winked at me, giving me motivation to sort Ryan out as quickly as possible. By the time I returned with a water, he was complaining he wanted his shoes off. Then he was cold, so I had to run upstairs to grab his quilt. I threw it over him, then plugged his phone into the charger I’d also brought down. I knew that’d be his next request. After snapping a photo on his phone and uploading it to his Instagram with the captionI’m a lightweight,I all but sprinted up the stairs to my room. Grace stepped out of the bathroom just as I locked my bedroom door. She’d wiped the makeup from her face and changed into one of my Phil-U hockey shirts. While she’d looked hot as hell dressed as Sandy, this was the Grace I wanted to be with. Bare face, loose hair, plain clothes.Myclothes.She was staring at me with a tenderness that made me want to combust. I’m not sure who crossed the room first, though before I knew it, we were tangled together. My mouth closed over hers with urgency. A heated rush ignited my entire body. I wanted her so badly. Grace inhaled sharply as I pressed my hardened dick against her. I used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She parted her lips as she sunk her nails into my shoulders, as though she needed to hang on. I pulled away, only barely, so I could rip this tight t-shirt off. Grace pressed onto her tippytoes, her clothed chest rubbing against my bare one. I wanted her closer. I tucked my hands under her ass and lifted her into my arms. She squealed in delight, smiling against my mouth as she tangled her hands in my hair. Walking backwards, I sat on the edge of the bed, bringing her with me. Grace Hughes looked hot as hell straddling my lap. She began to move up and down, grinding against me in a way that almost caused me to explode. I’d never been quick on the trigger, but I was worried that was about to change. She lifted off me before fiddling with my belt. Next, she undid my zipper. I lifted my hips, allowing her to pull off my pants. Her glassy eyes followed the movement, lingering on the hardened length that was bulging in my boxers. She climbed back onto me then continued her relentless grinding. I pressed harder against her.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me, Hughesy?”
The hottest moan passed her lips. I tugged on the bottom of my hockey shirt she was wearing. She raised her arms obediently so I could get rid of it. Underneath was nothing, nothing but utter perfection. I pulled one breast into my mouth while I used my hand to massage the other. Grace arched into my grasp, adding pressure. She tickled her fingers along my bare chest, trailing them lower and lower until they disappeared beneath the elastic of my boxers.
“Fuck,” I growled when her hand grasped my dick.
“About time,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”
