“Levi,” a little voice whispered. But not her voice. No, this voice was soft and kind. This voice made me want crawl out of the darkness and embrace the light. “Try and stay with us.”
Something soft brushed my hand and I moaned. Fuck, that felt good.
“Do it again,” I rasped, willing my eyes to focus. Phoebe’s face filled my blurry vision. “Hey, Bee.”
“Hey, Levi.” She gave me a smile, but it was all sad and defeated.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I said, reaching for her cheek, brushing my fingers back and forth. Phoebe let out a heavy sigh, gently pulling my hand away from her skin.
“We’re almost at the hotel.”
“We are?” I tried to sit up, my body swaying. Phoebe shuffled closer, pressing her arm closer to mine. “God, I want to fuck you, honeybee. I want to bury myself so deep inside you, you can’t ever make me leave.” I leaned in, running my nose along her jaw, smelling her. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Levi.” Phoebe tried to push me away, but I was a dead weight against her.
“Don’t ever leave,” I whispered. “Everyone always leaves—”
The car lurched to a stop and the doors all opened. “He might need some help,” someone said, and then hands were grabbing me, helping me from the SUV.
“I can fucking stand.” I shirked the hulk of a guy off.
“Bee.” I searched the underground parking lot for her. When I couldn’t see her, panic coursed through my veins. “BEE?”
“I’m right here.” She appeared at my side.
“Thank fuck.” I grabbed her hand, lacing our fingers together. “I thought you’d left me.”
“I didn’t go anywhere.”
We followed security toward the elevator.
“Someone’s going to need to watch him tonight,” she said.
“I’ll do it,” Rafe said. My brother. My protector. Even now, when he hated me, he still found a way to keep me safe. I owed him. I owed him so fucking much.
“Love you, man,” I said, my tongue like cotton in my mouth.
Someone chuckled, but it was hard to focus. Everything—the strip-lighting, the motion of the elevator, the scent of Phoebe’s perfume—called to my senses, the overstimulation a potent rush through my veins.
Phoebe’s fingers brushed my hand, sending little shocks of electricity zipping up my arm. I wanted her to rub herself all over my body, to light me up from the inside out. If I could just keep my fucking head upright for more than a second.
“Jesus, he’s a mess.”
Somebody, Phoebe I think, pulled me out of the elevator and along the hall.
“You smell so good.” I nuzzled her neck and we both stumbled against the wall.
“Levi, stop.” She held me at arm’s length, brushing the hair from my eyes. “You need to sleep it off.”
“Stay with me.” I grinned, my jaw slack and heavy.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please, Bee, I need you.”
Her brows pinched together.
“I’ll beg. Don’t make me beg.”
“Fine. Just for a little while.”
“Yes,” I punched the air. “She loves me. Honeybee still loves me.”
Phoebe sucked in a harsh breath, watching me with a cloudy expression. Or maybe that was my eyes that made her seem cloudy.
It didn’t fucking matter though because my Bee was here... and she was staying.
“Levi, just stop, man.” Rafe tried to wrestle the cell phone out of my hand.
“Just one more.” I scrolled through the playlist, no fucking clue what I was searching for. All I knew was we needed something with a heavy beat.
“Let me try.” Phoebe appeared.
“Bee, get over here.” I grabbed her hand and yanked her toward me. “Let’s dance.”
“It’s late, Levi. We need to get some rest.”
“Just one more song.” I spun her around so her back was pressed against my chest and tucked my chin into her shoulder. “I love this one.”
“You love Yellow Submarine by The Beatles?” She snorted.
I hugged her tighter. I wanted her naked. To feel her skin pressed close to mine. I was already shirtless, my body temperature too warm for clothes.
“Go,” she said, and I realized Rafe and Eva were still here, watching me with concerned expressions.
“You can go,” I added. “Bee will look after me. Won’t you, baby girl?”
“We’ll be close if you need us,” Rafe said, ignoring me.
“I can handle him.”
“Of course you can handle me.” I brushed my lips over her neck, loving the way she tasted on my tongue. My hands splayed on her stomach, desperate to feel her skin.
“Levi,” she said. “I don’t think that’s—”
“Ssh. I need you Bee, I need you so fucking much.” If I didn’t get to sink inside her soon, I would die a slow painful death, burning up from the inside out. “Let’s go to our bedroom.”
“You’re high.” Her tone grew irritated.
“And you’re fucking delicious.” I licked and nipped her skin. I needed to look up the girl from the club and send her a thank you note because whatever she’d slipped in my drink was fucking magic. I felt amazing. Endorphins raced through me, making me feel like I could fly.
“Levi, stop... stop.” Phoebe tried to untangle herself from my arms, but I spun us around and started walking her toward my bedroom. I needed her underneath me, naked and waiting, her perfect fucking curves on full display. Her ink and piercings and smooth as silk skin.
We stumbled through the door, and Phoebe managed to slip free of my hold. The soft thunk of the door closing behind us echoed through my chest as I watched her inch back.
“Don’t play hard to get, Bee. You know this only ends one of two ways.” I toyed with my lip piercings.
“You’re high. Tomorrow you won’t remember any of this.”
I prowled toward her. My hands were already at my jeans, unsnapping my belt and pushing them off my hips. My dick was rock hard, desperate for her.
Starved for her.
“Skin like silk, eyes like honey, this girl will rip out your heart before you can blink,” I murmured the lyrics as I crowded her against the wall. Phoebe’s eyes were wide as I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.
“I need inside you, baby girl.”
“Don’t... don’t call me that.” Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled in a sharp breath. “I’m not one of them, Levi. I’m not one of your groupie whores.”
“No.” I slid my hand to her throat. “You are so much more. My girl. My honeybee. My love.” Her body went rigid. “Does that scare you, Bee? To know that I love you? Because I do, you know. I am hopelessly and obsessively in love with you. And now I’ve told you, you can’t ever leave me.”
“Oh, Levi,” she whispered, staring right into my black soul. “What am I going to do with you?”
Phoebe
Deep down, every girl wanted those three little words. They were magical, seductive, and comforting. But I didn’t want them like this, never like this.