Until I Get You (Fairview Hockey, #1)

by Claire Contreras

She takes her hands off and pushes my shoulders so I fall on the bed. I don’t, but I indulge her and lie down anyway.

I don’t know how women survive in this world, let alone thrive, shouldering all of their burdens and everyone else’s.

Real

suddenly she bursts out laughing. A real, doubled-over laugh that makes my lips pull into a smile and chuckle a little, even though I know she’s laughing at me. She’s so beautiful when she lets herself go like this.

“I cannot believe you,” she says, gasping as she wipes her eyes. “You went to prom with him.”

she falls into another fit of laughter. Jesus Christ. I already know she's never going to let me live this one down.

“How?” she asks between laughs. “How can you possibly know that?” I cock my head. “Come on, Lyla.”

“OH MY GOD.” She loses it again, her laughter making me laugh now. She wipes her face and takes a couple of deep breaths before she c...

“You know what I find crazy?” “Let me guess.” I shoot her an ...

“What I think is crazy is that you’re so fucking hot and popular, and you’re ...

“I’ve only ever stalked you,” I say finally. “I’ve never even asked a woman to go home with me.”

“Really?” She shoots me a droll look. “I clearly remember⁠—”

“A woman who’s not you,” I say, interrupting her. “Don’t you understand by now that you’re the only perso...

“Well, I stand by my words. You’re too hot to be a stalker.” “And you’re too hot not to be stalked,” I respond. “I wanted you, and you wouldn’t give me...

That makes me laugh wholeheartedly. As I laugh, I kiss her three times in sequence.

I let her kiss me one last time, before I throw her on the bed and yank her leggings down. She claws at me like I can’t get inside her fast enough.

Literally how do they have so much sex

“You know I bought this dress because it reminded me of your eyes?” I smile as I turn in his arms and meet his gaze. “When did you buy it?” I think about it for a moment. “Like two years ago.”

I squeeze his hand to let him know I’m fine. I’m not; I’m shutting down, but I don’t need to tell him that. He knows me better than anyone.

“You can shut out the entire world, Lyla James.” He kisses my lips hard, making my heart skip a beat. “But never me.”

She’s right there. But without her hand in mine, my adrenaline instantly spikes and my senses go on high alert.

While I’m giving her my name, Lyla lets go of my hand again, and I pause mid-sentence to see what the hell she’s doing now. I didn’t think of it before, but I should have bought one of those leashes parents use on their kids.

As if she hears my thoughts, she looks at me briefly, and I know that’s what she’s asking. I smile and give a shrug. She smiles wide, my smile, only at me, before she turns to him.

“Damn.” Banks grins at me. “I guess you got on her list after all.” I laugh wholeheartedly. “It took a while, but yeah.” I knew I’d dominate that damn list.

“You got his number from my phone, didn’t you?” she asks, eyes dancing when she looks up at me. “You hung out with him a lot,” I say. “I did what I had to do.” She laughs quietly, shaking her head, but doesn’t say anything.

“Is your mic on?”

She pulls the material of her dress forward, checks, and looks mortified when she meets my gaze again.

I burst out laughing. “What, you don’t want people to know you’re so crazy about me tha...

“It’s not funny.” She scowls, then drops her head to speak into the mic. “Please ignore that little lapse of judgment.”

I love her

I pull her into my arms and kiss the fuck out of her, making sure it’s clear that she’s mine.

Me: mar, it’s lachlan, do me a favor and tell him to go fuck himself Marissa: LMAO i can’t do that Me: tell him she got back together with her ex and that he proposed and they got married right away and she’s very very very happy

Me: tell that shit head wade the same thing Me: and whoever else i didn’t meet and wants to fuck lyla Marissa: LOOOOOLLLLLLLL youre insane but i’ll tell them if i see them again before i leave Me: thanks

He’d always seemed larger than life to me, and in stature, he still is, but right now, I feel bigger and stronger than him in every other aspect.

“I did it on my own,” I say. His confusion is replaced by a proud smile. “Wow, your mother would be so proud.”

“I would have asked for your blessing, but I didn’t feel like I needed to, considering,” Lach says.

Okay sass

For a moment, I think he’ll take me into a stall and rape me there. I’m ready for it. I’m ready to fight and scream and do whatever I need to do to get away from him, but I’m also prepared to shut down if all of my attempts are futile and he goes through with it. I don’t want to be. I don’t want to even consider it a possibility. Not again. Not after all of these years that I lived in fear and shut everything out, in order to protect myself from the trauma. After I worked through it with a professional so that it would no longer dictate the way I live my life. But I have to be prepared, and sometimes that means numbing myself until I reach a place in my mind where none of it exists, even as it happens.

My poor baby :(

“You keep stepping out of line. I guess your mother's death wasn’t enough. Luke’s death wasn’t enough. Not even attacking your boyfriend,” he shouts. “Was enough.”

Ope youre done for

Even as she does this, her expression is blank, like she’s already taken herself elsewhere.

My heart can’t possibly break any more than it does right now. My rage grows as I get near them. By the time I reach them and yank him off her, I say a silent apology to her in my head, because I know I won’t be able to stop until he’s dead.

“Baby, please,” I whisper, searching his eyes. “Please. Please. Please, don’t do this. I can’t lose you again.”

His jaw is still set hard. He tries to move his face, and again, I hold him tight. “Please, Lachlan. You promised,” I say, my chest shaking with tears that can no longer be held back. “You fucking promised.”

“Please, Lach. Don’t do this to me. I’ll never forgive you if you don’t stop.”

I pull back and watch him swallow. His expression relaxes a little, his jaw loosens, and his breaths start slowing.

His eyes don’t leave mine as I help him get off Jameson. He stands slowly, letting me hold his hands in mine.

His eyes begin to slowly regain focus as they stay on me. I manage to walk him a few steps away from Jameson’s body.

love you,” I repeat, making sure he hears me. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and brings both hands to my cheeks, tenderly wiping away my tears with his thumbs.

He sets his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath, as if trying to take some of my oxygen with him. Maybe he is. He can take it all, for all I care. I just need him to be okay.

Nothing else exists — only his lips on mine and his hands holding me, as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

I don’t back away from him. I can’t. The intensity in his eyes makes it difficult to breathe.

“You’re mine,” he says, his voice so quiet, I almost don’t hea...

“I’ve only ever been yours.” I bring my hands over his wrists...

He takes a deep, shaky breath as he holds my gaze, as if he’s relieved to hear the c...