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me to hurry the hell up.
    “ Oh, God,” she groans as I push into her forcefully. Her hands grasp my arms while I hold myself up. Thrusting into her powerfully, she yells out my name, bringing me down to claim my mouth. I tug her lower lip into my mouth, suck on it hard, and then bite it, dragging my teeth until her lip pops back.
    Smarty drags her fingers down my back, cutting into me as I keep my steady rhythm. Stopping completely, she groans, and I smirk, pulling out, teasing her with just the tip before slamming back into her. I do this a few more times before the build of release becomes too much, and I plunge into her repeatedly until she screams out my name, going limp underneath me as I bite down on her shoulder feeling my release explode around her.
    I press my lips to her collarbone gently. “I should stay over more often,” I say quietly, placing another sweet kiss on the bite mark I left on her shoulder.
    “ Mhm,” is all she says, her eyes closed. When I pull out of her and get up to throw away the condom, she tugs on my arm, eyes bright. “Where do you think you’re going?”
    Laughing, I say, “Wanting me again already?”
    Presley shrugs, releasing my arm. When I come back from the bathroom, she’s got all the covers wrapped around her. I put on my pants and say, “Smarty, don’t you have a class this morning?”
    She groans and rolls over. “And your point is?”
    “That you need to get up.” Walking over, I place a kiss on her forehead. “Maybe you should wear a strapless shirt or something.”
    “ It’s winter. Why would I do that?”
    With a cocky grin, I nod at her slightly red shoulder. “So everyone can see it.”
    Presley laughs, throwing a pillow at me. “You’re ridiculous, Levi. Maybe you should go shirtless.” She raises an eyebrow at me.
    “ Marking your territory again, Presley,” I chide knowing that I must have marks on my back. I try and fail to hide my grin. She can mark me all she wants. “C’mon and get up before I change my mind about making you go to class.”
    My phone rings, but Presley picks it up first, a small frown on her face. “It’s my brother.”
    “Well, answer it.”
    “ Everything okay, Trev?” she answers. I take a seat beside her on the bed and watch as she smiles. “Are you two becoming friends?” she asks with a glance at me. “Okay,” she says a second later, holding my phone out to me.
    “ Hey, McCarthy.” Why is he calling me?
    “ Carr,” he greets. “I was, um, wondering if you wanted to get your team together for a scrimmage later? Figured it would be better than us practicing on our own.”
    Oh. “Yeah, sure. No problem. When?”
    “When what?” Presley asks.
    “ Quit being nosey, Smarty,” I tell her.
    McCarthy groans and says, “Tomorrow, 7:30?”
    “We’ll be there.”
     

Chapter Five
    Presley
     
    My morning and afternoon classes went better than I thought they would go. Maybe it had to do with my morning with Levi. I can’t help the smile that is plastered on my face. Plus, it’s great to see Trevor and him getting along.
    I walk into my apartment and toss my bags down. I hear my phone ringing and when I see the display, dread comes over me. The display says Dad .
    “ Hello, Daddy,” I try to sound cheerful because Dad doesn’t like when I’m down.
    “ Presley, I need Marley’s phone number please.” That’s a strange sentence. I really wasn’t expecting that.
    “ Um, may I ask why?”
    “ I’m keeping track of Trevor’s grades and they aren’t up to the par that I want. He needs a tutor and I know Marley has already taken these classes.”
    “ Daddy, the semester just started. Give him a chance.”
    “ He needs to focus on school and working out. He’s going to be in the NHL and they won’t draft him if he loses his scholarship and his position on the team.”
    “ So, how did you know about his grades? Are you checking up on us?”
    “ I’m checking up on him . I’m not concerned about