Almost to my room, concentrating solely on my door rather than my surroundings, I ran into someone and would have fallen over if their arms hadn’t wrapped themselves around me. Muscular tattooed arms held me close. I followed them up to the face and found myself meeting those same silver eyes. He no longer smelled of sweat, but his cologne was just as intoxicating. “Excuse me,” I muttered. “It seems like this keeps happening to us.”
He stared at me for a moment before he seemed to snap out of a trance with a small shake of his head and let me go. “Sorry. I’m Levi Cox and I’m new here,” he blurted a little loudly, shoving his hand out in front of him.
“You don’t say. Cox?” My eyes drifted down, taking a small peek at the package that had made me harder than I’d been in a while. His jeans were tight, showing off his cock and they flowed down long legs before bunching around a pair of brown worn boots. “You def have one,” I spoke in a low mumble.
“Pardon?” He gaped at me, his hand still hanging in midair.
I blushed and finally shook it. It was warm and a little damp. “Nothing. Nice to meet you. I’m Nathan Orion, Mavis’s grandson.”
His lips curled into a crooked smile and I swallowed hard. He wasn’t a pretty boy by any means, but he was rugged and handsome…and completely not my type. At all. “Good to meet you. I was a little freaked out about moving here, but y’all have made it interesting.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Y’all?” And what did he mean by interesting?
His grin became sheepish and he lifted one arm to rub the back of his neck, flexing his bicep. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. “I’m from Texas,” he said as if that explained everything.
I guessed it was enough since we’d had some people from the south come through here before and they always acted a little overwhelmed by the city. “Got it. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get cleaned up and then go talk with my grandmother.” I still didn’t really get what he meant by interesting though.
“Sure. I’ll see you later.” He pulled his hand back, and until that moment, I’d been unaware that we’d still been shaking. He strolled off down the hall to the stairs.
I glanced over my shoulder and stared at his firm ass in his tight jeans. Shaking my head, I chastised myself before going to my room and shutting the door a little harder than necessary. Levi wouldn’t last two weeks here and he’d be gone before long. Besides, my tastes were classier and more sophisticated than a country bumpkin. Then again, maybe a quick roll in the hay was just what the doctor ordered to get over my newfound obsession with his eyes…and it’d be fun too.
Maria Vickers currently lives in St. Louis, MO with her pug, Spencer Tracy. She has always had a passion for writing and after she became disabled in 2010, she decided to use writing as her escape. She believes that life is about what you make of it. You have to live it to the fullest no matter the circumstances.
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