Levi finished his drink and pushed himself up. “Well, on that note, we have to go play another round of games.”
Hannah raised an eyebrow at him, looking almost entertained.
“We can’t leave after that story,” he said. “That put a damper on the mood. Just a few rounds, and we can leave, promise.”
Hannah laughed and, after a second, pushed herself up. They walked back to the air hockey since it had been her favorite game so far.
She started it and quickly won. Levi couldn’t help but chuckle since she seemed to have the fire behind hitting a puck.
He watched her eyes concentrate and the way her hand wrapped around the handle of her striker. He wondered for a second how that would feel wrapped around him.
He quickly shook his head, reminding himself that he needed to focus. Thinking about her giving him a hand job was not on the schedule.
They played three rounds before Levi was sick of losing, so they moved on to pool.
Levi started the game and observed Hannah watching him. She was clearly thinking about her moves, and he couldn’t help but smile. She was enjoying herself, and he liked to see that.
If she enjoyed herself, it made him happy, like he was doing something right. Hannah clearly worked hard and rarely did anything fun. He hoped that maybe this would help her loosen up and get him a step closer to having something serious with her.
“You know,” Hannah said. “I think I would have liked this growing up.” He watched her lean over the table, angling her stick. He held back a moan, taking in her ass.
“You think so?” he asked, trying to break his eye contact and looking around the room. His eyes landed on two guys just a few feet away.
They stared at Hannah, smirks on their faces. He froze as they took a few steps toward them. Hannah ignored them, hitting her stick into a ball.
The balls scattered, and one of the guys whistled. “Damn, sexy and smart. That’s always a good package to have, sweetie.”
Hannah looked at them for a split second before she looked back at the table. Levi scowled, seeing the look in their eyes. They had a hungry look.
“You’re good at this. Good with a stick.” The guy stepped closer, leaning onto the table. This caught Hannah’s attention.
She looked up at him, holding her resting bitch face before she gave him a half-smile. “Thanks, now piss the fuck off.”
The guys chuckled, and one took a swig of his drink. “Don’t be so cruel, sweetie. We’re just talking.”
“Yeah,” the other chirped. “Just talking. Is it terrible to just talk with someone?”
Hannah narrowed her eyes, her fingers growing tight on her pool stick. He could see her knuckles going white, and her jaw was tense. He was sure she could crack a tooth if she tried.
“You want some tips about the game?” one asked, running his hand over the pool table. “We advise when you bend over, you really bend into it.”
“Yeah, and that stick, hold onto it real tightly.”
Hannah’s face grew pissed. She was seconds away from smashing their heads together.
Levi decided now was the time to step in. He didn’t need her twisting necks and bringing attention to them. Not when the night had been so lovely up till now.
He knew Hannah wasn’t the type looking for Prince Charming to come rescue her from danger. Hannah was more than able to save herself if needed. But he also knew if he didn’t say anything, she could possibly kill someone.
“Honey.” Levi walked to her, watching the guys look at him. He stopped next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled her close, giving her a grin. “Come on, honey. The Porsche is waiting to take us home. It’s getting late, and we have a busy day tomorrow.”
He thought it would get the guys to step back, but one of them started to laugh, making Levi jump. The guy smirked at Hannah. “Well, if you like riding things. I got something better than a Porsche for you to ride tonight, sweet cheeks.”
He made a fist over his cock. “It’s long and hard too.”
Levi didn’t even see Hannah move. She swung her hand up and punched the man square in the face, sending him back a few feet. Someone screamed, and the other guy swore, taking a step back away from Hannah. He threw his hands up.
“Shit!” Levi cursed, knowing she crossed the line he was trying to stop her at. “Aw, fuck, really?”