Page 70 of Punked By the Playmaker
Fingertips ghosted over my shoulder, lifting the sweat-dampened strands of hair away from my neck, before lips pressed against my nape. The gesture was achingly tender, a stark contrast to the raw animal sex we’d been engaging in only minutes prior.
The more time I spent with Levi, the more I came to learn there was more to him than meets the eye. When I first met him and he’d propositioned me as a condition for buying a house, I never could have imagined he would be the type of guy to tackle unexpected fatherhood head-on, or that he would go out of his way to provide a male role model for a teenage boy he barely knew. And I sure as hell would have never thought he’d become my shoulder to cry on—literally.
But I couldn’t say I was upset by this turn of events. He might not have been born to be a father and a husband, but honestly, he was crushing it. There was this whole other side to him that was seemingly unlocked when Maisie came into the picture, and Austin and I were reaping the benefits right alongside her.
It was going to be really hard to walk away from this when our year together came to an end.
A contented sigh sounded from the man behind me as he curled an arm around my bare waist. “Think you can sleep now?”
As I linked our fingers together, a smile touched my lips. “Yeah, that was exactly what I needed.”
And with his cock still buried deep inside me, we fell asleep.
Chapter 20
Levi
Lastnightwas.. . unexpected.
But also fucking amazing.
I hadn’t come that hard in a long time. Actually, come to think about it, I’d never come that hard before.
Arizona might be a bossy little thing, but inside the bedroom, she obeyed my every command beautifully. Like she was born to submit to me and only me.
Walking on air, I stepped into the kitchen, only to stop short when I saw Maisie frantically tearing her backpack apart at the island.
When she heard my entry, my daughter lifted her head, and I caught sight of her wild eyes. “Have you seen my permission slip?”
My brows drew down. “The one you left out for Arizona to sign a couple of days ago?”
“I swear I put it in my homeroom folder, but now I can’t find it and the due date’s today!” Her chest was heaving; my girl was on the verge of a panic attack.
Crossing the distance between us, I rubbed a soothing hand down her back. “Okay, let’s take a breath. If it’s not in your backpack, it’s possible you never put it in there. Half the time when I misplace my keys, I am certain I left them in one spot but end up finding them in another. Usually happens when I get distracted mid-task. Maybe that’s what happened.”
She looked up at me, a heartbreaking amount of sadness written across her face. “I can’t be the only one in my class who misses the field trip.”
“I won’t let that happen. Promise.” I kissed the top of her head. “Let me go check with Arizona to see if she knows where it ended up, while you sort out this mess and get it put away.”
Maisie began reorganizing her books and folders while I jogged out of the room and up the stairs.
The bedroom I shared with Arizona was empty, but I could hear the shower running.
I rapped on the closed door to the ensuite with my knuckles. “Arizona?”
No answer.
Cracking the door open, I raised my voice as I called her name through the opening.
Still nothing.
Fuck it. I’d more or less seen—or licked—every inch of the woman last night, so theoretically, she couldn’t get mad for me walking in on her while she was bathing.
Steam curled in the air, fogging up the mirror, as well as the glass door to the shower.
“Arizona?”
There was a hum, then a breathy “Levi.”
