Levi:Not fucking funny
Zeke:Change it back.
Me:I’ve been informed since we never do anything intimate, that would only make us friends. You two would definitely make the cut for BFF.
Levi:I’m warning you.
I can actually hear a growl of his warning in my head. After three years together you’d think he’d have figured out that while it might put the fear of God in others, it only makes me smile. He’s adorable when he’s all worked up. Adorable and hot.
Zeke:That’s all right. I’ll fix it when I get back there.
Zeke’s polite words are easy to read. By “fix,” he means take my phone from me. I hop up from my bed, looking for somewhere to hide my phone.
“What are you doing?” Erika watches me.
“I have to hide my phone,” I tell her. There really aren't a lot of options here. The whispers outside the door are growing louder, signaling the boys’ return. How the heck are they back already? I lift my pillow and shove the phone under it right as the door flies open.
“Did you get fries? I could really go for some fries,” I exclaim.
“Phone, Livvie.” Levi holds his hand out.
“Oh, whatever did I do with it…” I pretend to look around. Erika laughs from her bed. Levi and Zeke don’t even glance her way because they’re too busy staring a hole into me. Zeke shakes his head before raising his wrist. He taps his watch and a second later, a muffled ding rings out from underneath my pillow.
“You’re tracking me?” I shout in mock indignation. I place my hands on my hips like I’m surprised and shocked. Really, I’m neither. Levi shuts the door so the people in the hallway don’t get a front row seat to our mini fight.
“You get her and I’ll get the phone,” Zeke orders.
I squeal and try to dodge Levi, but the dorm room is too small and Levi is too quick. He grabs me around the waist and lifts me high against him. Reflexively, I wrap my arms around his neck, inadvertently shoving his face against my chest. He stiffens immediately and I realize that this joke could turn out way better than I could have planned.
CHAPTER3
LEVI
Livvie’s boobs are soft.Soft and bouncy and incredibly erotic. My dick hardens in an instant.Fuck.
“Can you get the phone, bro?” I growl.
“Got it.” My brother whips around, holding the phone above his head like a trophy. The elation drains from his face immediately as he sees my predicament.
He marches over and lifts Livvie off me, setting her to the side. “Sorry, bro,” he apologizes.
I mutter, “Fine,” and turn to brace an arm against the door so I can hide until my hard-on subsides.
“How did you guess my password so easily?” Livvie yelps.
“You always use a variation of our birthdays. You might wanna rethink that,” Zeke advises. “Try for something truly random.”
“And then never use my phone again because I can’t remember it? I promise you that we really don’t argue like this all the time,” Livvie says. She must be talking to the roommate. “Hey, come over here and meet my roommate.”
“Give Levi a moment. It’s been a long day,” Zeke says.
Long day? It’s been a long two years here at Brentwood without our girl, but now that she’s here, my body wants to pin her to the wall and rail her until we’re both too exhausted to stand.
And I can’t do that. Not until she’s eighteen. Zeke and I haven’t discussed the D-date because neither of us are sure she’s ready.
Livvie’s mom made us promise not to touch our girl until she was eighteen. We agreed because Livvie’s mom is awesome and we respect her. Plus, we plan on her being our mom-in-law and you don’t want to start the rest of your life on the wrong foot. Even without the pledge to Livvie’s mom, Zeke and I probably would’ve waited. The longer that time has passed, the more rational Livvie’s mom sounded.
Give her a chance to find herself. The person Olivia was at ten is not the person she is now at fifteen. The person she will be at twenty is not who she is now. You and your brother are overwhelming personalities and the only way for your unconventional relationship to survive is for Olivia to truly know herself and be your equal.