by Abby Donne
“My youngest sister, Tabby, is fourteen. There’s seven years between us. She plays volleyball and she’s so fucking good. My mom always sends me a little video from her games. Tara is sixteen. I was supposed to teach her how to drive over the summer, but I never really had the time. She took her test a few weeks ago and passed. I wasn’t there for it. I don’t think the way Wade treats you is right, but I can’t say I don’t get it.” Feeling vulnerable under her gaze he leaned back on her bed, legs still dangling off, and sighed. “I’m a couple hundred miles from home chasing my dreams. It’s easy to get wrapped up in it. That and school and life. I always make excuses to not go home, you know? The drive sucks, I need to practice, I have homework. I could do it more, but sometimes I feel like it’s just easier for everyone if I stay here. I don’t know why. So maybe that’s how he feels. Maybe he thinks it’s just easier for you if he stays away.”
“How is it easier if I’m following him like a puppy looking for any kind of affection?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a lie I tell myself so I feel better.”
The bed shifted and now she was lying beside him, their arms touching. It was Layla who made the move to hook their pinkies together. Layla who teased her bare foot against his leg. “You should visit home more.”
You should come with me.
“Yeah,” He agreed hoarsely.
Now he wasn’t thinking about his family at all. He wasn’t thinking about Layla’s family, either. He was thinking about her toes inching up his leg. He was thinking about finishing what they started on Monday.
“Tyson?” She asked. She rolled a little and propped herself up on her elbow. She looked straight up delectable, her hair spilling over her shoulder. The buttons of her top were unsnapped giving him the best view of her cleavage. He wanted to lick every freckle. She moved her toes again, and his attention snapped back to her face. “I hate to be that girl, but what are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” He answered honestly.
Layla’s lips quirked to the side. “You’ve said that a lot today.”
“I was honest with you earlier when I said I want to try to make time for you, Layla. My schedule is real fucking busy, and it’s only going to get busier as the year goes on. To be real with you, I haven’t had a girlfriend since high school. I don’t know if I can offer you that, but I can’t just ignore this. Ignore you. It’s fucking with my head, and I need to be steady. I need to have the best season of my life.”
She was quiet so long he started to think he pissed her off, but when Tyson looked over she was staring at him with soft reverence. He was already rock solid, but seeing the way her gold eyes took him in while her foot still brushed against hers had him on the verge of madness. Didn’t he just tell her he needed to be steady? This was the goddamn opposite of steady.
“What can you offer me?” She finally asked. Slowly, like she was afraid of the answer.
This felt like a game. Tyson hated it. It was like she was trying to be coy and trap him into anything. Layla wasn’t like that. But he didn’t want to hurt her. So he rolled over, pushing her on her back so he was hovering over her, and smiled.
“Me, exclusively.”
The twinkle in her eyes went straight to his chest. His dick, too, to be honest. But after seeing Layla so dejected after her brother’s visit he just wanted to see her smile. “I don’t know. That seems like a pretty weak bargain.”
His mouth dropped open and she giggled, hands starting to snake up his chest. He huffed out through his own laugh, “Wow. You wound me, Layla.”
“I’m teasing.”
“I know.” He dropped down on his elbows, bringing their faces so close her breath tickled his jaw he added in a low voice, “What if I said I can offer you some amazing orgasms?”
“Just some?” She asked as she started pulling his shirt up.
As much as he liked their little back and forth games he liked the feel of her nails against his bare chest more. Feeling both heavy and light all at once he ground his hips into her and kissed her. It was just as good as the first time. Better, actually. Layla melted, doing her best to latch onto him before she sank further in the bed.
Her lips tasted like a winning goal.
Little hellcat she was, Layla groped and grinded while their lips were glued together. It felt so good Tyson almost didn’t want to stop. Kissing her wasn’t the only thing he had planned, and he needed his mouth to get to the rest of that list. Breaking away, he leaned up and started working her top off. She complied after a moan of protest. Greedy hands tugged at his shirt while he tried pulling her sleeves off.
“Give me two seconds,” He said, voice strained, pulling her hands off his body.
He hated it as much as she did, but it was worth it once he got her mostly naked. He stripped his own shirt off and looked down at her, his mouth going dry. In the time it took him to get his own clothes off she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side giving him a perfect view of her bare tits.
Her breasts were perfect. He’d seen them Monday, but he was so wrapped up in being in her bed then he barely had time to focus on what was actually happen. Tyson sure as hell wasn’t going to miss his chance to worship every part of her body now. Her tits were just big enough with rosy pink nipples, begging for his attention. Tyson groaned and dropped his head to fill his mouth with the softest flesh he’d ever dreamed of. He drew one of her taut nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. She hissed, arching up into him. He felt her mold against ever hard part of his body, filling the space until there was nothing between them except his shorts and her panties.
He switched to teasing her other breast for a few seconds while his hand slid down her stomach until he was at her little lace underwear. When his fingers tugged the fabric aside she gasped so hard she jerked out of his mouth.
Tyson leaned over just enough to get a good look at her. Cheeks red, chest heaving. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He kept her eyes as he slid a finger through her folds. Holy fuck, she’s so damn wet. Soaked, more like it, and all for him. He rubbed up her folds until his finger slipped in. Her sex pulled him in deeper. She gasped, and he dropped his head back down to her breast. Whatever words he would’ve said would be worthless, anyway.
He never was the type to play around much in the bedroom. He knew what he liked and honestly, as shitty as it was, most of the women he’d been with were just bodies. He always made sure they had a good time, but sometimes it felt like a chore. Pumping his fingers in and out of Layla while he sucked on her nipple was the farthest thing from a chore he could imagine, though. It was heaven.
Layla crested with a moan that nearly made him come against her leg. There was so much more he wanted to do with her, but there wasn’t enough time. There would never be enough time. Right now, he needed to be inside of her. His cock was angry and throbbing. Later he’d get her on her knees and fuck her mouth like a slut. He’d eat her until she begged him to stop. Right now… right now he just wanted to feel her walls clench around him.
Reluctantly, he rolled off her and stood up on his jelly legs so he could strip out of his gym shorts. Like a worm, Layla wiggled on the bed as she pulled her thong off as ungracefully as possible. If he wasn’t so horny he probably would’ve laughed. Looking at her completely naked body, Tyson realized there wasn’t a single damn thing to laugh about.
Instead of nightstands next to her bed Layla had a tall mahogany dresser on one side and a slim drawer-less metal stand on the other, barely wide enough for the lamp it housed. Gambling he went for the dresser and started searching for condoms. He wasn’t in the habit of carrying one in his wallet, but as he pulled drawer after drawer and consistently came up empty he promised himself he’d toss one in as soon as he got home.
“Bottom one,” She breathed.
In his haste to find latex he didn’t notice she’d adjusted on the bed, rolling so her head was on the pillows. One leg was cocked up and her hands were on her breasts. It wasn’t a s
how for him; she genuinely was enjoying the feel of her own nimble fingers plucking at her nipples.
He wanted to cry when he pulled open the bottom drawer and saw a few foil packets scattered amongst some lingerie and sex toys. His dick was so hard it almost touched his damn stomach. After he got his fill of Layla he was going to revisit this memory and come up with a thousand more fantasies, all of her using the handful of toys he saw in the drawer. Tyson sheathed himself in record time as he jumped back on the bed and settled between her legs. He moved her hands from her breasts so he could give them a final kiss.
Kissing her breasts made him want her lips. He worked his way up her neck. Her breathy little moans were so quiet he could barely hear them. It was hotter than a fake screech, like the ones he heard when he left his house earlier that evening. God, he’d take Layla over that any day. Especially when she took hold of his dick and started stroking it while he captured her lips.
“You’re going to kill me,” He groaned, giving her bottom lip a teasing nip.
Layla rolled her hips, her hand still on his dick. The look she gave him was one he’d dreamed of a hundred times since meeting her. Guiding him to her opening, she breathed, “Please, Tyson. I’m going crazy without you inside me.”
Yeah, he was pretty sure she’d said those exact words in one fantasy, too.
Reminding himself that this was, in fact, real life and not a dream he flexed his hips and entered Layla. No reason to deny the lady, after all. He braced himself on her headboard and pulled back slowly, breathing through his nose.
“You’re fucking soaked, Layla,” He ground out through his teeth. It wasn’t a complaint by any means, but Tyson was so close to blowing his load and he’d barely touched her. He was so deep he was pressed against her wall, and she clenched her sex around him. “Holy fuck.”
She whispered his name, a fluttery plea, and it was all he needed to start moving. There was something incredibly intoxicating about watching the spot where he and Layla connected. His dick glistened as it slid in and out of her body. Tyson knew if he stared too long he’d come from the sheer euphoria of it all. Forcing himself to look away didn’t much to stop the overwhelming tingling at his spine. Between her jiggling breasts, the arch of her body, and the way her eyes fluttered while she moaned so sweetly he was going crazy.
He pulled out of her with a grunt, flipping her over on her stomach and forcing her on her knees. She moved like a pliant ragdoll, arching her glistening sex his direction. He thought this was going to help him last longer? Staring at her pale white ass while he drove into her? He gripped her flesh and she fell forward all the way, her shoulders pressed into the mattress.
Tyson watched in a state of euphoria as she twisted to get a hand under her body. With every thrust he gave her she gave one back. The sound of her ass smacking against him was almost as hot as her moans. Almost but not quite. He wasn’t sure anything would ever be as good as the way she hoarsely groaned his name, her voice hitching while she announced she was going to come.
Still gripping her hips like it was the only thing keeping him earthbound, Tyson picked up his pace while she was crying out her release. Her walls were still spasming around him when he emptied himself into the condom. It took an embarrassingly long time for the stars behind his eyes to fade, but he was riding a solid post-sex high so he didn’t give a shit.
It was the fastest sex of his life.
It was the hottest sex of his life.
As Tyson slipped out of Layla and made his way to her bathroom to clean up he decided now wasn’t the best time to work through the feelings that crept up his neck. There’d be another time. Another time when a naked Layla wasn’t waiting for him in the middle of her bed.
chapter twelve
Emma: Are you working? SOS.
Emma: I just ran into Nolan at the grocery store and he has a PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND.
“Shit,” Layla hissed, thumb smashing her recent calls log. She ignored Tyson’s questioning stare and paced the small strip between her coffee table and TV. When the call went to voicemail she immediately tried again.
This time someone answered. A very male “Hey” came through the speaker. It shocked her so much she pulled her phone from her face to check that she did, in fact, call Emma. The voice said something again and she pressed the phone against her ear.
“Who is this?” She asked.
“It’s Heath. Emma, uh… Emma called me earlier when she couldn’t get ahold of you. She’s sleeping now.”
Layla looked over at Tyson, who was leaned back on her bed wearing his birthday suit and a frown. Taking a breath she centered herself. “Is she okay?”
“As okay as she can be, I guess. She cried herself to sleep. I couldn’t get her to stop.”
She was restless, but she wanted a comforting touch so she crawled up on bed next to Tyson and rested her head against his chest. She didn’t need to ask Heath if he knew about Nolan and what happened between him and Emma. His normally goofy tone was replaced with a soft steady hum that made her heart ache.
“I’m sorry,” She whispered.
“Yeah, me too,” Heath muttered back. He cleared his throat. “I’ll tell her you called, okay?”
“Okay. Thanks, Heath. Take care of her, okay?”
His “of course” was so quiet she almost didn’t hear it.
The sound of his friend’s name had Tyson sitting up. He pulled her into his arms when she tossed her phone down at the foot of the bed. Kissing her neck he muttered, “Everything okay?”
“I don’t know,” Layla answered honestly. She pulled away from him and leaned her head against his shoulder. It wasn’t her story to tell, but she didn’t want him to think the worst. Whatever that would be. “Emma’s been going through some shit. She’s not having a good night, but she called Heath when I didn’t pick up.”
“He’s a good guy.”
“I don’t want him to hurt her,” Layla countered. The more she got to know Heath she didn’t really think he would, but the kid did say he was only taking their writing class to meet girls. It really wasn’t hard to think the worst of him as a stranger. As a kind of friend she was starting to see a different side of him.
“He’s going through his own shit. I don’t think he’d hurt her on purpose.”
Even if it wasn’t on purpose Layla didn’t want her best friend coming out the other end with a heart even more damaged, but she also didn’t want to fight with Tyson so she left it at that. She tossed a leg over his, hooking them together just so she could get closer, and looked up at him.
It had been a week since he stood in her doorway facing down Wade. A week since she decided to say fuck it and take whatever it was he could offer her. Honestly, they hadn’t spent a lot of time together. She worked basically Friday night through Sunday afternoon thanks to a couple of call offs. They texted as much as possible, but he had practice and kept busy by going to the gym and getting extra on ice time with his line… whatever that meant. Tyson kept promising to teach her the basics of hockey, at the very least, but she always got distracted by his lips.
Tuesday night he showed up around nine at night and spent thirty minutes eating her out before fucking her so hard she almost passed out. Actually, Layla wasn’t totally unconvinced she didn’t because she woke up to him slipping inside of her around midnight. Instead of leaving he set his alarm for four thirty and pulled her into his arms. It sucked when the alarm went off but the few hours she got to sleep in his arms was worth it.
She didn’t let herself dwell on how fast she was getting attached to him because she didn’t want to face the possibility that this thing between them would end – sooner than later, probably – and she’d go back to being alone.
“What are you thinking about?” He hummed softly, playing with the fading blue tips of her hair. She really needed to have Emma over to help her recolor it, but their schedules didn’t mesh well this semester.
You. You leaving. You staying.
“Ar
e you nervous for Saturday?” She asked. She propped her head up on his bare chest. The little sprinkling of hairs tickled her chin.
“A little,” He admitted, looking away from her face. “I’m just ready for the season to start. I have a lot riding on this year.” He shifted and his gaze found its way back to her. “You’re going to be there, right?”
“I work,” She frowned. “Remember?”
“You work too much.” In the last week he’d said the same phrase to her at least three times. She didn’t disagree. Between all the call offs and Dan’s inability to do anything himself she was putting in basically forty hours a week at the gas station plus her internship and class. “I thought maybe you could get out of it. I don’t know; you’ve picked up enough shifts, someone should take one of yours.”
“If only it worked like that.”
“My family is coming.” The smile that stretched across his face sent her heart into overdrive. “I talked to my dad Monday about it, but he texted me this morning and said they were able to figure out how to make it.”
“That’s awesome!” She said as she sat up and slid onto his body.
He nodded. Still smiling, though he looked a little more hesitant, he dropped a different kind of bomb on her. “They’re staying the night so I can see them Sunday. You have Sunday off, right? You should come with us to lunch.”
It probably wasn’t cool to have a mini panic attack naked and straddling him, but Layla was almost frozen in place. Wasn’t it way too soon to meet his family? They’d only been sleeping together a week. Granted they’d been playing this back and forth game since the beginning of the semester. Still, it felt too soon. Too serious. She was already trying her best to keep her feelings for Tyson as casual as possible. He was too easy to fall in love with; Layla wasn’t at that point, but she could see herself seriously getting hurt. Yet there she was, hands planted on his fantastic abs while she gawked down at him.
