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“Please fuck me, Lach,” she whispered against my lips, clenching around me. I groaned, grinding my jaw at the feel of her. I was trying to be gentle, but this fucking woman made it impossible. “Please, please, please move.”
“No.” She gasped. Her eyes popped open as her hands flew from the sheets to my thighs. “Oh my God, Lachlan, please don’t fucking stop.” She ground her hips against me, and fuck, while it felt amazing, I held her and stopped the movement. “Look at me when I fuck you.” I tightened my grip on her hips when she tried to move again. “I want to see you come. I want to see everything.” “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered. “I’ve never done. . .I don’t do that.”
“You think I do?” The chuckle made my dick twitch inside her. “I don’t do a lot of the things that I do with you.” I leaned down and kissed her. “Look at me, Lyla James. Let me have this.” “I’ll try,” she whispered.
was spent. I got more condoms from Marissa’s room, and we had sex three more times in different positions. It was like he had memorized a Kama Sutra manual.
“You did. You told me to remind you.” “Hm. I don’t remember what it was.” “Well, I’ll have to stay until you do.” He smirked. “Do you stay over at girls’ houses after you hook up with them?” “Lyla.” He stared at me.
“I don’t even kiss the girls I hook up with. What makes you think I’d stay over?” His expression was serious. “This is. . .” He shook his head again like he couldn’t find a way to describe it. “I know.” I scooted closer to him and ran the back of my hand over his face. He looked at me for a long moment. I opened my mouth to speak and shut it quickly, averting my eyes as I thought about how to broach the topic I needed to discuss with him. “No. Fuck no,” he said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Don’t shut me out. Not now.” “I have to,” I whispered.
“Why? You want to go to Cali with me?” I asked. “Keep smiling at me like that, and I just might say fuck the draft and follow you around instead.” I laughed. “You would never.” “Don’t tempt me.” He raised an eyebrow. “I would never let you do that.” “I know.” He smiled, but it was gone in an instant. “I want to ask you something.” “Okay.” I braced myself. “Why don’t you go pro?”
“When you laugh, when you smile. . .It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said. “With the exception of you coming on my cock, of course.”
“What are you thinking about?” He tilted my chin up. I shook my head, still staring at his chest. “Lyla.” My eyes snapped to his. “I’m not thinking about anything.”
“I know every scowl, every frown, every hidden smile. I even know the ones you’ve never graced me with.” “No, you don’t.” I scowled. “I know your tells, Lyla James. Every single one of them.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead, tilting my head a little more, so we were just a breath apart. “Tell me what’s wrong.” “It’s really nothing.” I met his eyes. “I was just thinking that now I understand why all these women want you so badly.”
“Because the world would be empty without you,” he said. “Because we wouldn’t have met, and my soul would be lost for the rest of my life, searching for yours.” “Jesus, Lachlan.” My voice was a whisper, my heart gripping my throat too tightly to speak any louder. “You can’t say things like that.”
“That’s my favorite smile. You have no idea how often I dream of
“I’m being serious.” He chuckled, lifting my hand and nipping the tips of my fingers with his teeth. “I could be in Toronto and you in Tokyo, and I’d still find a way to keep exploring this.” “Lach.”
“Come closer,” he said quietly, bringing me closer to him under the sheets. He reached out to turn off the lights and pulled me so my back was against his chest. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck. “You know we have the same middle name?” I laughed. “No freaking way.” “Hm.” He nuzzled against my neck. “I was going to tell you the second time I saw you, but I thought you might knee me in the balls.”
“I’m always numb unless you’re around. You make me feel.” I couldn’t see his face, but I heard his sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, Lyla James.”
“Hell no. I’m disgusting right now. I barely want you to kiss me, let alone fuck me.” My face pulled in disgust. “I hate sweat, which is hilarious since I spent most of my life running on fields, sweating.” “You’re so fucking weird.” He chuckled and gave me another kiss, letting go of the
“We’re almost out of here. This is a small party, so fuck it, who cares?” I said. “These people have been vetted by Pres anyway, so they have to be trust—” He didn’t even give me a chance to finish my damn sentence before his lips were on mine. It was so unexpected that it took me a second to kiss him back. Without breaking the kiss, he crouched down and lifted me.
I buried my face in his neck. “It feels like we’re in a 90s rom-com.” “Is this a nightmare for you?” he asked, his voice low and husky in my ear. I pulled back and smiled at him. “It never is when I’m with you.”
he kissed me again, one hand gripping my ass tight and the other holding me by the nape of my neck, pulling me as close as possible to him. I think someone cheered, but mostly, they were still silent.
He did, but as soon as I was standing beside him, he grabbed my hand and linked our fingers together as w...
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“You’re both the best at your sport, even though you don’t play anymore,” he added quickly, looking at me. “And you’re both hot as fuck,” one of the girls there added — the one that said hi to him earlier. I looked at her and laughed.
The guy with a no-kissing rule kissed me every opportunity he had. I had butterflies in my stomach and smiled at him all night. When we decided to leave the party and return to my place, I let go of his hand.
“I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.” His steps came to a halt when we reached my place. He turned to me, searched my face for a few seconds, and shook his head. “Lyla James. . .” He exhaled a deep breath, still shaking his head as we walked up the stairs as if he had no words to describe what he felt. The feeling was mutual.
It wasn’t just the sex. That was mind-blowing as well, but it was more than that. It was being with him.
We cooked dinner together, which was a freaking mess, but it was fun.
I wasn’t sure whether it was because of my complete change in mood, because I was smiling (which she liked to remind me that I didn’t do this much even before), or because Lachlan Duke was with the same woman every day and showed no interest in anyone else. Maybe it was all of the above.
Then, I watched them skate around, vying for the puck as they shoved each other out of the way. I laughed loudly. Hockey was a savage sport. I leaned into Banks, but my eyes remained glued to the ice. “Don’t you wish you could do that in the field without getting flagged every five seconds?” He laughed. “I’m in the wrong fucking sport.” “Can you skate?”
reprimand him for something. “He’s a defenseman,” Marissa said in my ear. “Drew, I mean.” “So, he was supposed to be there?” “Yep.” “How the hell did Lach even get there so fast?” I asked quietly, more to myself. “He’s fast as fuck,” Banks said. “The fastest in the nation,” the woman behind us said.
He met my gaze for a moment, smiled, and looked away. He was nicer than Lach, as well. Lach was nice. . .to me. I’d seen him interact with other people enough to know that he was mostly only polite to them. He had four smiles — his sexy smirk and charming smile, both of which brought anyone to their knees; his polite smile that he used with most people; and his real smile, which was a mix of both and lit up his eyes. That was the one he always directed at me. He talked a lot about my smiles and how I didn’t give them away freely, but he wasn’t unlike me in that.
“Oh, honey. I don’t think you understand what it means to catch my son’s attention the way you have. I’ve only seen him this way over hockey.” She raised an eyebrow. “Make of that what you will.” My chest gripped tightly. “We just met.” “Love has no logic.” Love.
Lachlan: i only see you Lachlan: lol you would never. you’d miss me too much
I let myself forget that I was a danger to us, and that alone put us in graver danger. Still, I responded the way I wanted to because no one could gain access to our text exchange. Me: i’d miss you so fucking much
“I just. . .” She shook her head. I thought she would poke fun at me, but her eyes filled with tears. “Seeing you like this makes me so happy. I’ve said that a million times, but I thought I’d lost you for good.” “Same.” I sighed. “I don’t know what it is about him.” “Who cares?” She side-hugged me. “I just want you to stay like this forever.”
“How do you even know all this?” I asked. “My older and younger brothers play.” My mouth dropped. “How the hell did you end up playing football?”
“Holy shit,” Marissa breathed. “He’s pissed.” “I know,” I whispered. “I hope he realized I was glaring at the guy and not checking him out.” She laughed. “I don’t think it matters what you were doing. Astor loves to start shit. He does this every freaking game. It’s kind of funny. He’ll single a girl out and fuck with her throughout the game. It’s part of his charm.” “Yeah, real charming.” I scoffed. “Well, it’s supposed to be fun and games, but he started shit with the wrong person tonight,” she said in a low voice.
Instead, Lach nodded, and they gave each other a fist bump. Men were so fucking weird. We won 3-2. Lach scored two, and Mason scored the last one. It was unreal.
“Lach.” My eyes widened at his. “Take my cock out, Lyla James. I won’t ask again.”
He gripped the front of the jersey I wore, a fire in his eyes when I looked at him. “Keep this on.” Jesus. I was a goner. I’d probably come before my shorts were completely off
“Damn. So wet for me.” He dipped two fingers inside me, took them out, and massaged my other hole.
“Lach,” I breathed, eyes widening as I gripped his shoulders. “Relax for me, baby.” He returned his lips to mine, his hands moving between both holes. He pumped a little faster and dipped a finger inside my ass. I squirmed. “F-f-f-f-uuuuuuck.” I dug my nails into his shoulder blades. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”
“Fuuuuck. You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, lifting his hips to meet mine each time I came down on him. “Fuck fuck fuuuuck.” Our bodies moved in perfect harmony together, the way we always did. When I was with him, I couldn’t remember anyone I’d been with before. The way he felt inside me, the way he held me, kissed me, looked at me. It was perfect. I slowed down, lifting and rocking my hips slower. Each time I took him in again, I was sure we both stopped breathing.
He lowered his hands and grabbed my hips again. “Eyes on me, baby.”
“You fuck me up, Lyla James,” he said quietly. I pulled back and met his eyes, smiling. It must’ve been his favorite thing about me, because every time I smiled, it looked like the world stopped for him, which made me want to do it all the time, only for him. “You’ve ruined me, Lachlan Duke,” I said. “Ruined.” He searched my eyes for a long moment. Too long. And kissed me again.
“I have a girlfriend,” I said. I’d never said that aloud. Lyla had never said it aloud either. It seemed like such a dumb term, but it was the only way to describe what we had in a way people could understand. She was mine, and I was hers, period. So, if the term girlfriend explained that, I’d stick with it. I wasn’t surprised to see every single one of their jaws drop — everyone besides Prescott and Drew. “Who?!” a few of them asked in unison. “Ho-ly shit.” That was Mason.
“Leave him alone! I won’t see him again. I won’t talk to him! Please!” A harsh laugh escaped his lips as his eyes narrowed. “I’m supposed to believe that?” he asked, his voice low before he screamed, “AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT AFTER I HEARD HIM SAY HE WAS GOING TO KEEP SEEING YOU?”
“You beg for his life?” He spat in my face. He grabbed my throat and squeezed. “You belong to me, little girl.”
“This is what happens when little girls are disobedient,” he hissed. “Remember that when you try to let another man have you.”
“Have you considered that maybe finding her isn’t a possibility?” Nolan adds. I grit my teeth. “It’s not a possibility.” “What are you gonna do if she’s moved on?” Fitz asks, brows shooting up in reaction to whatever he sees on my face. “She hasn’t.”
“You always flash your dimple and tell them you love talking to them, which is why it keeps happening.” He glances at me sideways. “You seem to be immune to my dimples and charm.”
Delilah Duke Guzman. I shake my head and smile again. I can’t remember the last time I genuinely smiled. Delilah Duke Guzman. If she wants, she can keep the first name. I’ll probably never call her that, so it won’t matter. Duke is permanent. I need to get the James back in there. “Lach?” Liam says across from me. I’m still smiling and the look of horror on his face makes me smile more. “Where the fuck is Rhodes?” I slide the partial-face picture across the desk and tap it. “Also, use this one.”
