Flame - Erin Noelle Page 0,51

. . heavy on the cock. Getting too close to guys like him usually makes my skin itch. I think I’m allergic to that breed of sleaze.

“Want one, beautiful?” He extends the pack in my direction, but I shake him off.

“Nah, thanks. I just needed a breather. It’s getting kinda stuffy in there.”

He leans up against the rail, never taking his tainted gaze off me, and tips his chin up. “Is that code for Levi’s being a dick? What? Did you find him in a dark corner with his hand up Mercedes’ skirt?

I snap my eyes to meet his. “What?!”

“Don’t get all defensive, baby doll.” Ugh, even his words sound greasy. “I was actually surprised to see he brought you here, knowing she’d be here too. I noticed he purposely kept you away from her in Dallas.”

“In Dallas?” I spat, my stomach clenching with dread. “What are you talking about? Who is she?”

Excitement shines bright in his eyes when he realizes I had no idea about who Mercedes was until tonight. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he pushes off the gate and begins to pace the length of the small, concreted area. He’s purposely making me wait for the answer, building my desperation as he establishes his dominance in the situation. Circling me like a predator playing with his wounded prey, he wants me to need him . . . wants me to know I need him.

He has no idea who he’s fucking with, but I’ll play his game until I get what I want.

“Who is she?” I repeat my question, gritting my teeth.

Barking out an evil laugh, he stops pacing and turns to me, cocking his head with a look of pity. “Mercedes Donovan is everything Levi wants her to be. Officially, Jag, her brother and owner of The Donovan Group, is his manager, and she’s supposed to handle his PR, but she’s pretty much taken over all aspects of his life—both on and off the track.”

The blazing inferno his words spark inside me has nothing to do with lust or sexual arousal, but everything to do with desire. Desire to rip James Levi’s dick off his body and stick it in Lance Foss’ asshole. Fuck both of them. Between Levi telling me he’s not involved with anyone and Foss insinuating they’re practically engaged, the truth is somewhere in the middle, but they’re both fucking liars.

Before either of us says another word, the door flies open and Levi storms the patio, his fierce, penetrating stare landing on Lance first. “Get the fuck out of here, Foss,” he grumbles.

“Fuck off, Levi.” Lance scowls, flicking his cigarette out in the grass. “I already told you once tonight that I answer to no one, asshole. Especially not you. It’s not my fault you didn’t tell your pretty little pet about Mercedes. You should’ve known how that was going to play out.” With a smug grin, he steps over to me and slides his arm around my hips, giving me a squeeze. “But don’t you worry about Goldilocks here. I’ll make sure she isn’t heartbroken for long.”

Levi’s eyes nearly bulge straight out of his head when Lance touches me. Clenching his hands into tight fists, his enraged stare cuts over to me. Get the fuck away from him.

Fuck you, Hulk.

Dakota, don’t fucking test me.

Realizing that no one is saying anything out loud as Lance watches Levi and me throw daggers back and forth, I break the silence. “Yeah, I’m totally okay out here. I was just telling Foss about the services I offer.” Reaching over to cup Lance’s dick outside his pants, I paint on a demure smile and wink at Levi. “He’s interested in the special I’ve got going on dick massages.”

A loud noise erupts from Levi’s chest that sounds something like a mix of a bear growl and the wailing of a wolf. Holy fucking shit! With superhero speed and strength, he charges us and picks Lance up off the ground by the neck, holding him backward hanging over the pointy fence.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from her! I fucking warned you what would happen if you got near her! Did you think I was lying, you stupid fucking prick?” Levi is close to foaming at the mouth as he screams in Lance’s beet-red face.

“That’s enough, Levi. Let him go.” I tug on his arm, urging him to stop. It’s time I just pack my bags and go home. There’s no need for any of this