"So, where have you been? I've called you, and the guys have been by your condo. They said you weren't home."

"I checked myself into a hotel under a pseudo-name. I've spent my days and nights drinking, but that's not all. Yesterday, I went and spoke with my old sponsor. I told him everything. We both agreed that it would be best, if I went back to rehab, before things got too out of hand.

“He also knows how important this fundraiser is to me, so he agreed to let me wait until it's over, to check myself in. It's right here in town; the same one Linc went to a couple of years ago. When the lights go down tomorrow night, they'll be there, waiting. I'm not sure how long I'll be in rehab, but I can promise you, that I'll be there as long as it takes." He took a step forward and placed my small hands into his big ones, hands that were trembling from fear or withdrawal; I wasn’t sure which.

"I thought about our time together and I couldn't imagine myself without you. I stand before you, a broken man, a man trying to keep standing, while falling apart at the same time. You're my glue, Peyton. I can't make it without you. He dropped his forehead to mine and blue eyes met my gray. Everything that needed to be said was said with our hearts. I crawled up his body and wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn't care if I looked like shit. I loved this man and he loved me. His mouth crashed down on mine in a hungry, demanding kiss.

"Don't mind me," Jules mumbled from the kitchen counter, where she picked up her keys. "I was just leaving." We never broke our kiss. I heard the door close, as Levi walked us into my bedroom and kicked the door shut with his boot.

"I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

"I love you, so much." I gasped when he kissed that spot just below my ear. The spot he knew made me wet in an instant. I pulled the back of his t-shirt and we broke our kiss long enough for me to pull it over his head and toss it to the floor. I shamelessly rubbed my pussy against the crotch of his jeans, needing as much friction as I could get.

He slid me down his hard lean body until my feet hit the floor. My fingertips brushed over his abs, causing them to contract until I stopped at the waistband of his jeans. I looked up at him and bit my bottom lip. I couldn't wait to have him inside me. I flicked open the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. His cock sprang free, standing proud, and waiting for my attention. "I see you still have a thing against underwear."

"It's too confining. My boys need room to breathe," he grinned and looked more like the Levi that I knew and loved. "Now stop teasing me baby. I've missed you." We made quick work of the remainder of our clothes and then we were on my bed, tangled in the sheets. His tattooed body hovered over mine as our tongues danced together, making my head spin. His right hand trailed down my body in a feathering touch. He played my body like a finely tuned instrument.

"Your body is fucking beautiful." His tongue swirled around my navel and then inched lower toward my wetness. "Fucking sweet." He smiled against my lips before flattening his tongue against my clit and flicking it back and forth. My back arched off the bed and I moaned loudly, while I knotted my fingers into his hair.

"Your mouth, oh, god. You're a very talented man." I panted and his tongue continued to work on me.

"I'm a man of many talents, sweet cheeks, and I'm about to show you them all." His tongue dipped into my sex and I shattered into a million pieces. His big hands cupped my ass cheeks and he buried his face deeper between my folds. He licked, sucked, and flicked his capable tongue, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please." I sagged against the mattress.

"Please what, sugar?" He grinned up at me, clearly pleased with himself.

"I don't think I can take anymore." My fingers dug deeper into his blond locks and I tugged until he moved up my body and lingered there, gazing at me with deep pools of blue. Oh, fuck it. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled his inked body against mine. I licked a trail down his neck and I could feel his big body shudder above me. My legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers curled around his strong biceps. Nothing had ever felt this good, this right. His mouth moved over my stomach and up my side until he took one of my rosy nipples into his mouth and sucked hard causing it to pebble between his soft lips. He looked up at me with molten blue eyes.

"What?"

"I love you,” he whispered just before his cock slid inside me. I took a deep breath and my eyes rolled back in my head. No one could make me feel the way Levi Cross did.

"I love you," I whispered back, buried my nose in his neck, and inhaled his musky scent. The scent I'd come to love so much. Our bodies moved together in a steady rhythm, one that rocked the headboard against the wall. I expected the neighbors to pound on the wall at any second, but I didn't care. There was no stopping us now. We were one, and we were destined to be together.

Levi

Saturday Fundraiser

This was probably going to be one of the hardest fucking things I'd ever done, but it was what I had to do. Take the first step and then one day at a time. This party had been rocking since nine this morning, with a different band on each of the stages at all times. I hadn't a clue as to how many people were there, because there wasn’t any seating. People moved from stage to stage and stood all day long, just to hear their favorite bands and now, here we were. It was midnight, we were the closing act, and I was looking out at an endless sea of people. From the looks of things, this year's fundraiser was the best yet. I'd added something to it this year. I didn't discuss it with the guys or Peyton, but I was sure they would be okay with it.

"How the hell are ya, LA?" I growled into the microphone and the sound of the crowd was deafening, to say the least. I glanced to my right and saw Peyton, standing just out of sight, with a big smile on her face for moral support. I thought I saw tears in her eyes. Damn, I loved my girl.

"I've got something I need to say before we get this show started." Everyone grew eerily silent, considering this was such a large concert. "As most of you know, I've had a drinking problem in past and well, it's resurfaced. You see, my mom died a few weeks ago of cancer, and it was more than I could handle, or so I thought. Tonight's my last show for a while, I'm headed back to rehab to get this under control, before it gets me by the balls again."

I had to pause when the crowd went wild with shouts of encouragement and praise. "Thank you, guys, for that! It means more to me than you know." I slapped my tattooed hand over my heart and hung my head. It was all I could do to keep it together. I swallowed hard and looked back out at the crowd. "Thank you all for coming out tonight and supporting the families of LA's finest who have been killed in the line of duty. I've added another cause to tonight's benefit," I said, glancing around at the guys, and received nods of approval from them all.

"If you'll log onto our band website, you'll find a link to donate to cancer research, in honor of my mother. I would appreciate it very much, if you'd all do that for me," I choked out and the crowd cheered. Jinx counted down the first song and then Honor's bass along with Chance's guitar floated through the night air. Everyone played their heart out, and as I sang, I thought about my mom's words—that I was destined for big things, I had the voice of an angel, and tonight, I sang for her. I gave it my all.