9
ZEKE
I’d gone to the bathroom and dropped to my knees, begging God for the strength to leave. Why I hadn’t just gone straight for the door when I’d stood, I couldn’t figure out.
Weakness.
For Levi. All Levi.
Lily saddled up close to my aching d**k, but Levi’s green eyes reeled me in more than her sweet scent as her panted exhales came closer to my mouth.
“Goddamnit,” I muttered, losing the f*****g battle same as I had in Nashville.
The one situation I wanted to avoid, keep clear of, and I’d landed in the pool of lust neck deep. Hopeless. Powerless.
Unbidden, my hand found her hair—and my focus stayed on Levi’s face, needing to keep that connection between us while I damned myself to hell. I muttered something about burning and allowed Lily’s lips to ghost over mine. She tasted sw
