Page 6 of Stetson
“Good at what?”
“Deflecting.” He stood, letting the blanket fall and revealing muscular legs and a tight pair of black boxer briefs. I only glanced for a second, but the glint in his eyes when my gaze returned to his told me that I’d been caught. He tightened his grip on my hand and pulled me close. “You hungry?”
My stomach answered for me, and heat crept up my cheeks. Levi only laughed and released his grip, directing me toward the kitchen. “Come.”
He parked me on a barstool and pulled a plate out of the oven. Even before he heated it up my mouth was watering. “What do you remember about last night?” he asked me, throwing the plate in the microwave.
“Three tequila shots?” I answered with a laugh. “Not a lot after that.”
Levi set the plate in front of me, bending down to a drawer for cutlery. “So, you don’t remember the four shots after that, belting out Backstreet Boys classics, then getting in the face of someone out to ruin your night?”
I grimaced. Not at the 90s boy band karaoke, that was a typical Friday night for me. But at losing my temper. Again. “No, I don’t. How was it?”
“The music or the fight?” The corner of his mouth kicked up in a grin that started up that fluttering in my gut.
“Both.”
“I personally think that Nick does it better, but you weren’t bad. As for the fight?” He rounded the kitchen island and sat next to me. “It didn’t happen. I dragged you out of there before you could do anything. What were you thinking?”
Levi pulled himself close enough for me to smell the soap coming off him from his shower. My heart pounded in my chest. Normally, I would have popped off with some smart-ass answer, but stuck in my throat at the sight of Levi’s intimidating eyes on me. Stetson Holloway never got intimidated. I took a bite of my food to buy myself some time, but no snarky reply came.
“I guess I wasn’t thinking at all,” I answered meekly.
I couldn’t mistake the way Levi leaned in closer. “That’s not going to work if you want to make it in the majors.”
I sighed, pushing my hand through my damp hair. “I know.”
“Do you have anyone to help you?”
“I’ve got an agent.”
Levi laughed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I kept my attention on my plate, shoveling food into my mouth even as he pulled his stool over. Long, muscular legs spread around me, thighs closing in on my hip. I could feel the heat of his body through my shorts, and my brain wasn’t the only organ to take notice. I squirmed against the pressure building low in my belly.
“I’m not looking to represent you, Stetson.” He reached up to brush my hair away from my forehead. A shiver rolled down my spine. Whether it was from his touch or my name coming off his lips, I wasn’t sure. His finger trailed down the side of my face, to my jaw before dropping to my thigh. My legs practically fell open in invitation, his fingers curling around the muscle and giving my leg a squeeze. “I’m talking about someone to take care of you, to keep you in line.”
My stomach churned so violently that I gave up on eating, letting my fork drop to the plate. I moved to face Levi, but he clenched my thigh hard enough to make me gasp. “Finish your food.”
“I’m not?—”
“Finish. Your. Food.” His voice was firm, but not aggressive. He picked up the fork and put it back in my hand.
Levi was coming onstrong. I loved it. Perhaps I should have been uncomfortable, but I wasn’t. I was turned the fuck on, and I wanted more.
I don’t know what made me obey, but I did. His grip on my leg loosened with each bite I took, and eventually his thumb started to stroke the skin. I was hard as a rail now.
“Wh-what…” I stuttered. “What do you mean, exactly?” With my plate clean, I dropped the fork again and pushed the dishes away from me.
“Your rookie year is one of the most important in your career. You need discipline. Someone to tell you when to reign it in, someone to reward you when you do as you’re told—such as finishing your breakfast.” As soon as I could move, Levi slid back on his stool and beckoned me with his finger. “Come here.”
I eyed the space in his lap. I wasn’t the biggest, but even I questioned how I would fit. Emboldened, I threw one leg over, straddling his hips and holding onto his shoulders. His strong hands squeezed my hips, and I smiled as the realization dawned on me.
“You’re a Daddy,” I muttered. I suppressed a moan, those tough hands massaging my hips.
“Mmhmm. Do you know much about what we do?”
I was no stranger to kink. I’d been to clubs. I’d seen the boys with their Daddies. I couldn’t say I’d ever had the itch to participate myself but hovering over Levi’s lap, the gleam in his eyes as he looked up at me, I was intrigued. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“Sort of. But what would—oh!”
