One Choice (Hogan Brothers 2)

It took only a moment for bodies to be pushed out of the way as he tunneled his way through to her. He took in the scene at a glance, connecting her panic with the man in crippling pain on the floor, and he had the guy flat on his back, snarling in his face. “You fucking touch my girl?”

The stranger’s eyes leapt from rage to fear in the flash of an eye, and she didn’t feel an ounce pity for him.

“No, Knuckles didn’t touch her,” he stammered.

“Then why are you on the floor, and she’s looking scared as a rabbit in the lion’s den?” Levi’s voice turned deadlier than she’d ever heard it. Her insides flashed hot as his animal instincts took over his entire body. He was showing the world she was his and not to be fucked with.

“I didn’t know she was yours,” the man sputtered.

Levi stood and walked over to her. His eyes possessed a feral-like quality, unlike anything she’d seen in anyone before, so it was no shock when his arms wrapped her into him, and his mouth devoured hers.

The kiss was vicious, erotic, teasing. Everything she needed to make her temperature spike. He owned her body and soul. Their tongues dueled for supremacy. When she submitted to him, let him have the control, a savage growl vibrated through him.

Her lips were bruised in a matter of minutes from his claiming. Pulling back, he smirked at her dazed look before placing a mask of wrath on his face and looking back at the man. “You know it now?” he snapped.

Not letting the asshole answer, Levi guided her back to his dressing room, his body crowding hers so it couldn’t be mistaken who she belonged to as he pushed them through the crowd.

Once inside the locker room, the door slammed shut behind them, and he had her against the wall in seconds. His arms, sweaty, and muscles rippling with emotion, braced Hayes in on either side of her head.

“I could have fucking killed him.” He ground his body into hers completely. Her fingers glided up his sides, making him shiver in the warm room. “He fucking touched you.” His gaze was glued to a red mark on her shoulder from the man’s grip.

From some

where deep inside her soul, she said to him, “You’ll make it go away, right?” Her voice was low, husky. Seductive.

“Fuck yes, I will,” he groaned.

Grinding his hardness into her belly, his mouth took her over again, dissipating the fear with the swipe of his tongue, not letting her dwell on anything but what his body wanted. What her body was screaming she give him.

“Take me home with you, Levi?” Her voice was breathless.

He tensed but didn’t stop kissing her neck. His hands travelled down her body. Gripping the backs of her thighs, he lifted her into his arms. With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he plunged each hand into her hair and bit her neck. The move possessive.

“The fucking things I want to do to you, Hayes,” he growled out, pushing his hardening erection into her core. “I want to bury my cock so far into your pussy you’ll never forget me. Forget where I’ve been.” He kissed the shell of her ear. “I want to fuck you from behind. Hold your sweet little cheeks in my hands, show you just what you do to me, become the animal I feel like.”

“Oh,” Hayes gasped at his words. She felt herself getting wetter the more he spoke.

“I want to wrap my arms around you and love you like the fucking treasure you are.” The words sounded like they were torn from his soul. “But Hayes,” he pulled back to look into her eyes, “I want you to be sure. I want you to be ready to spend your life with me. I won’t take you unless I know we’re it for you.”

She melted.

In a puddle on the dirty floor.

“Oh, Levi,” she moaned, claiming his mouth in a kiss of her own. Showing him without words that she was already his. That when he took her home, she would give him her entire heart and soul. “I’m already yours.”

“Fuck yeah, you are.”

Chapter Nine

You’re someone worth fighting for.

As they drove home, Hayes practically sitting in his lap, all Levi could hear was something his father used to say—Love is hard, love is blind, in the end, she’s always mine—whenever speaking of the road he took to marrying their mom. He couldn’t help thinking of the way he and Hayes had been pushed together. He’d tugged and pulled as much as he could, and in the end, she was his. There wasn’t a thing on earth he wouldn’t do for the woman in his arms.

“Levi?” Her whisper was a caress against his neck.

“Yeah, sugar.” His own words were savage. He was fighting the urge to claim her right there.

“Did you mean it?” She may have been trying to hide the uncertainty, but it was recognizable to him all the same.