Making Mistakes: A College Bully Romance (Playing Games Book 2)

by Candace Wondrak

  “Why not?” he asked, cocking his head and giving me a smirk that sent my insides a tumbling. “You did.” He must’ve left his jacket back in the room, hopefully the door unlocked as well, for he went straight to yanking off his shirt and laying it on top of my clothes.

  “Yeah, well I’m a girl. Are you?” A silly question, because we both knew the answer to it by now.

  Levi Harlen was no girl, not with that body, not with that dick.

  He took off his shoes and socks, electing to go barefoot in a communal shower, which was kind of nasty, but my snide remark on that died in the back of my throat as I watched him take off his pants and his boxers.

  What was I thinking about again? All train of thought vanished in my head. It was impossible to look at Levi when he was naked and not zero in on his cock. I mean, it was just there, and even before it got hard, it was impressive.

  I knew now wasn’t exactly the best time for sex, but I’d be damned if this man didn’t step in the shower and we didn’t have a little quickie. Some stress relief. Maybe getting fucked against the shower wall would help me forget the previous night’s events. If any dick was magical, it was his.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him, my body heating in a way the hot water on my back could never drum up. My eyes were slow to rise from his dick, unhurriedly raking across his chiseled abdomen—each and every square there rising and falling with the ragged breaths he took. The man knew what would happen if he stepped in here, and he did it anyway.

  I’d call him a fool, but by now we were both aware of how foolish each of us were.

  “I’m keeping you company,” Levi said, his body pressing against mine as he closed the inner curtain, shutting us both in. The stalls weren’t exactly created with the idea of two people sharing them—and we’d definitely get in trouble if anyone else walked in—but that was half the fun, wasn’t it?

  “Uh-huh,” I murmured, running my hands down his chest, the hard muscle underneath tensing from my touch. “Company. Is that what kids call it these days? I’m so out of touch—”

  Levi pressed his forehead against mine, and his arms snaked their way around my lower back, pulling me against him. He grew harder and harder by the second, and I couldn’t help but sigh when I felt that erection pressing against my lower stomach. “Who’re you calling a kid?” he posed the question, giving me a slow smirk.

  “You,” I whispered over the noise of the water, knowing I only egged him on. What could I say? Egging on this man was one of my favorite pastimes, and I’d missed it all those weeks we were apart.

  His chest let out a rumble, almost like a growl. The sound made me shiver. “I’m not much of a teacher, but I think you need a lesson.” His hands were like iron on my sides, flipping me so that my back was against him. He leaned his cheek on the top of my head, adding, “I think you’ll like the lesson.”

  His hands roamed over my body, possessive in the way they gripped my breasts and claimed every inch of skin on my stomach as his. Before his hands could touch that aching bit between my legs, he put his hands on my upper back and bent me over. I had to place my palms on the tiled wall to keep myself upright, though that grew harder and harder with each passing minute.

  Levi pressed his hardness against my backside, and I rubbed ass against his length, unable to help myself. Whatever lesson he had in mind, I was totally game. I couldn’t not be. This might not be a good time to lose myself in him, but I didn’t care.

  I needed to lose myself right now, and there was no better person to help me do it.

  One of his hands traced my spine, causing me to shiver. No other man in the history of history ever made me feel like this. It was true: I didn’t want anyone else. For me, it was only him. I’d unknowingly written off every other guy the moment Levi strolled into my life with that confident swagger, the way he dared me to challenge him. How could I not fall for him? It was written in the stars, as much as I believed in fate.

  If something happened, and we weren’t together after SCC, I knew no other man would ever feel as good. No other man would ever drive me as crazy as this one drove me. I’d hit my peak early, go figure. If Levi left, there was no other way to go but down.

  The moment I felt his tip prod at my entrance, I filled my lungs with the steamy air, bracing myself against the wall. Just from the angle he came at me, it was a bit uncomfortable at first, but once he was in, he was in, and my body adjusted to his addition quickly. My body craved his just as much as I did, like it had a mind of its own: yep, dick’s inside, so now I can relax.

  When he pulled his hips back, dragging out his length only to push it back in, I might’ve let out a groan. Making noise in the bathroom was probably something to avoid, especially since any of the girls on my floor could waltz in and hear what was going on, but it was hard to care, harder to see reason.

  Levi’s hands held onto my hips as he thrust into me, fucking me against the wall, in the shower. Not a place I thought I’d ever get nailed, but hey, there was a first time for everything, I supposed. I arched my back more, my face mere inches from the wall, my way of wordlessly asking for more. I’d take every inch he’d give me, and then some.

  My eyes closed, and I inhaled a sharp breath when he filled me up to my core. So deep I thought I could feel him in my stomach—an exaggeration there, but if you saw the size of his cock, you’d understand. The water coursing down my back made my skin heat up, but the inner flame inside was stoked only by Levi.

  I let out another moan as my fingers clenched on the tiled wall. His thrusting had grown harder, and it took nearly all of my muscle to keep my head from banging on the wall itself. The nerve of that guy, fucking me like some wild animal.

  Okay, I loved it. You called my bluff.

  My breasts swayed with each pump of his cock, water somehow finding my face and gathering on my parted lips. I sounded like a dog, panting for breath, but Levi’s breathing was even harder, more ragged, worlds more animalistic. He had me right where he wanted me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  The minutes blurred into each other, both of us lost in ecstasy. To say being with Levi was pleasurable would be the understatement of the century. It was pure rapture, plain and simple. There was nothing better in this world, and if I was the kind of person who believed in an afterlife, I’d believe there was nothing better off it, too.

  Levi grunted, his fingers tightening their grip on my sides. He thrusted once, shoving his cock as far in as it could go, filling me up to the brink. I imagined him filling me up even more with his cum—and since we were already in the shower, there’d be hardly any cleanup, cha-ching—and panted out a breath.

  “You feel amazing,” Levi muttered, his cock, spent, still inside me. “I don’t want to pull out.”

  “Then don’t,” I dared him. If he didn’t pull out, we’d just stay in here, and if we had to stay in here forever, I wouldn’t say no. It would mean I wouldn’t have to face what waited outside. Or, rather, outside and down the hall.

  But that was kind of like running, wasn’t it? I couldn’t hide from the truth, couldn’t pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t. I had to face it, and Levi pulling his dick out of me and letting his cum dribble down my legs and wash through the drain was the first step.

  Levi was slow to step back, his cock sliding out of me. Instantly I felt the emptiness it left, and I straightened my back, my head once again under the showerhead, the water coursing down my body, not quite as hot as it was before. Or maybe that was me, because my body was already heated up, thanks to Levi.

  When I turned to face him, he gave me a half smile. “I’ve had better,” he told me, deadpanning it. The bastard.

  If I was anyone other than me, I’d be insulted, but I was me, so I responded by saying “Me too” and shrugging.

  His eyes narrowed, and he gave me a miffed look, making me giggle. Yes, this man reduced me to a giggling machine, and I was not nearly as embarrassed as I should be.

  “Don’t
pout,” I said, grabbing his neck and bringing his face down to mine, giving him a fast, sloppy kiss that stoked the flames his dick had created. I could keep going. Together, we could be the little engine that could—in this case, the engine that came again and again and again—but it was probably time to get out of the shower anyway, just in case any early birds decided to get an extra early rise.

  I licked his bottom lip before letting him go, feeling quite proud of myself when I felt his cock stir again, hard as a rock. I reached behind me to turn the water off, which stopped him from saying anything. He would have to be really quiet from here on out, just to be sure no one else was around.

  As I pushed past him, I gave him a wink, unable to help myself. He only scowled back, which made me laugh silently.

  I grabbed my towel, doing a quick once-over before handing it to him and letting him use it to dry himself off. Though I tried not to ogle him as he dried off, it was almost impossible not to. The way those muscles flexed when he bent his head over, how that stomach tightened even more when he ran that towel over it…

  Oh, God. A girl was bound to get ideas watching a man like him.

  Once we were both dressed, I was the first one out. The bathroom was still silent, meaning no one else was here, but that said nothing of the hallway. I poked my head out of the door, giving the hall a hard look both ways to make sure no one would see Levi leaving it behind me. A quick gesture for him to follow me was all I gave him before darting out, hurrying to my room with my towel and shower caddy in tow.

  And Levi. Couldn’t forget that hunky sculpture of a man, could I?

  No. The answer to that was always no. Try as I might, I could never forget him.

  Chapter Thirteen – Kelsey

  Sharing my bed with someone was…strange. It was an ungodly sort of uncomfortable first, Levi and I trying to find a good way for the both of us to lay down and feel each other’s bodies under the sheets, but eventually we decided on spooning: me, tucked between Levi’s hard body and the wall, a mountain of sheets over us, blocking out the light coming in through the windows.

  Yeah, I’d said fuck it to my classes for the day. I really didn’t feel like going to any. Not like I’d be able to focus with everything going on, so, why bother?

  Levi apparently must’ve thought the same, because when I woke up after dozing off, he was still there. Still beside me. His strong arm wrapped around me protectively—not that I needed protecting, but it was nice to know someone was there. It was good not to be alone.

  I honestly didn’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have Levi.

  By the sound of his even breathing, I assumed Levi was asleep, and I tossed a quick look over my shoulder to see that was indeed the case. His eyes were shut, and with the light peeking through the blinds, I realized how long of eyelashes he had. So unfair. His eyelashes were longer than mine, for God’s sake. So not fair.

  Still. Those damned eyelashes framed those beautiful blue eyes so well, I guessed I couldn’t be too jealous, because I got to stare at them.

  I slowly turned to my other side, no longer playing the little spoon. Our fronts touched, and I studied his sleeping face. His lips were parted slightly, every muscle in his face relaxed. Levi never looked this serene; was this how he always looked when he was asleep? It was such a switch from his usual personality.

  Without knowing what I was doing, I traced the square line of his jaw, watching as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the light, fixating on me. “You know,” he spoke, his voice gravelly from being asleep, “I was sleeping.”

  “I know,” I whispered, still touching his face, still amazed at how perfect Levi’s features were. Not a single scar. Not a blemish or pimple to be seen. This man’s attractiveness was movie star level, no joke.

  “Well,” he said, “I guess if I’m going to be woken up, you’re not that bad to wake up to.” His lips grew in a lazy half-smirk, the arm that had been laying across me becoming firm in its hold of me. An insult paired with a silent, assertive motion: you’re mine.

  It was fine. I liked being his.

  “What do you want to do?” he asked, cocking a brow. The expression lost a little of its oomph since a part of his face was still sunken into the pillow beside me. “Get up, or stay in bed all day?”

  I was super exhausted from last night, but I knew we couldn’t stay in bed. I mean, we could, but what would that accomplish besides dirty, sweaty sheets? Like, come on, if I stayed in bed all day with a guy like Levi, there wouldn’t be much more sleeping to be had, just lots and lots of sex.

  “We have to get up,” I told him in a whisper. “We never called Mel’s parents last night.”

  That sobered him up real fast. “You’re right.”

  Last night—or technically early this morning—we’d kind of gotten lost in each other. What happened in the shower, falling into each other’s arms in bed…yeah, it was a nice distraction at the time, but now we had to focus on the matter at hand.

  Mel.

  Call her parents, notify them of what happened, tell them what hospital she’s at—and that was only the beginning. Should I notify the dean? Her professors? I wasn’t even sure what schedule she had, let alone which professors. Sometimes professors made exceptions when it came to tests and homework, and knowing Mel and how good of a student she was, she was probably on good terms with them all. Maybe they’d agree to postpone her dates.

  But, of course, that was assuming she woke up. She might not. She…might not ever wake up.

  That was something I didn’t want to face. Absolutely no hurry to face reality. Nope.

  I ended up rolling on top of Levi in a bid to get off the bed first, and I think he let me only because he had a bit of a morning wood situation going on—not that it was morning. Judging from the sunlight streaming in—actual sun in late November, totally crazy—I’d say it was at least past noon.

  I only wore a shirt, no pants. No bra, either. Flashing the goods, and from the sound of it, Levi made no moves to get off the bed after me. He was probably staring at my ass, not that I could blame him. It was kind of just there.

  My feet drew me to Mel’s side of the room, and I started searching for her phone. I didn’t see it last night when I found her, just her and the pill bottle. It wasn’t on her nightstand near her television set, so I moved to her desk, shuffling the notebooks on top around. A pencil rested on top of one of the notebooks, and when I moved the one it rested on, it rolled off the desk and fell to the floor, in the nook the chair was in.

  Call it intuition, but I figured I’d better pick it up, so I bent over and grabbed it—and it was a damned good thing I did, because I spotted her phone nestled between one of the chair’s bottom legs and the side of her desk.

  I grabbed it and hit the side button. To my delight, the battery was still half-charged, although it wouldn’t be hard to plug it into the charger she had resting near her pillowcase. However, to my utter horror, the phone needed a four-digit passcode to unlock.

  Shit. Technology these days. More secure, but at a time like this, a simple open sesame would’ve been sufficient.

  I tried the basic ones. One, two, three, four and a few others. None of them unlocked it, and I let out a sigh. “It needs a passcode,” I said, glancing to Levi. He’d rolled onto his other side and propped his head up, blue eyes watching me with interest. Since he was on his side, his boner wasn’t as evident.

  “Try two, zero, zero, zero,” he suggested. When I tried it and it worked, I couldn’t help but stare at him and lift both brows. “Her birthday year,” he whispered.

  I did not want to think about why Levi knew that off the top of his head, although he was able to fill out her medical forms pretty well. Nope. Not going to ruminate about it. Not going to make drama where there was already drama enough. I knew that was a Kelsey Yates specialty, but I was trying to be better about it.

  I went into her contacts, found both her parents’ numbers, and then I hesita
ted. Who did I call first? And what the freaking hell did I say when they picked up, expecting to hear Mel’s voice but instead heard mine?

  Giving the phone to Levi was out of the question. I didn’t know what her parents knew about what happened last year, but I didn’t want to take the chance. No, I had to make this call.

  I chose to call her mother, figuring she’d contact the father and tell him. My stomach was in knots as I listened to the line ringing and ringing, and I wondered when the last time I ate anything was.

  She picked up after the fifth ring, asking, “Mel, honey, is something wrong? You don’t normally call.” That was a strange way to possibly greet her daughter, and my already conflicted insides grew even more anxious. Her voice came out strained, almost too authoritarian.

  Great sign. I could totally tell why Mel refused to go home.

  “This isn’t Mel,” I spoke, glancing back at Levi for…I didn’t know, some kind of moral support. This was a kind of call I never thought I’d have to make. Who would?

  “Who are you, and why are you calling me from my daughter’s phone?” Her mother was quick to sound angry, and I winced at her sudden change of tone. I felt like she was the type of woman to flip on a switch.

  I swallowed. “I…I’m her roommate, Kelsey. Last night I…” Memories of what happened last night flashed in my head, and I knew those were some images I would never forget. As the years wore on, no matter what ended up happening to Mel, I would always remember the night I came home to find her sprawled on the floor, looking pale as death itself. “I found her on the floor. She took a bunch of pills.”

  A moment of silence before I heard her mutter, “Oh, God. I knew I never should’ve let her go back there, not after what happened. I appreciate your call. Where is she?”

  I rattled off the name of the nearby hospital, “Summit General.”

  “Thank you. I’ll let my husband know, and we’ll handle it from here.” She said nothing else as she hung up, and I lowered the phone away from my ear, staring at it as if it was going to sprout legs and run away.