Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
I had to remind myself of all the times people openly talked shit about me after they lost a game and their pride was bruised. Still, hearing them trash Lachlan was different. I wanted to pull them by the jersey and punch them. Maybe I would have if a. I was crazy enough to do it, and b. they weren’t guys and a whole foot taller than me. They must have been basketball players with their build and height. When I made it close enough to the truck, I clicked the button to unlock the doors and took off in a sprint. I got into the driver’s seat, locked the doors, and turned the truck on. I made it. I took a relieved breath and moved to the back seat, where I’d sat on the way over.
I took a deep breath, and on my exhale, there was a loud knock on the window next to me. I screamed so loud and jumped so high out of my seat that the top of my head hit the roof. With a hand over my rapidly beating heart, I looked outside and saw Lachlan standing there. What the hell? I unlocked the door and grabbed the handle. I had barely touched it before it swung open, and Lachlan was in the backseat with me, shutting and locking it behind him. His eyes burned into mine. I could only stare at him, mouth slightly parted, still in shock — and now instantly turned on. He’d just had a shower; his hair was still wet, the smell of his soap filling the car. I wanted to lick him. My eyes must have shown something because his darkened even more if that were possible.
He said nothing, just wrapped a hand behind my neck and slammed his lips against mine with a deep growl that worked its way through me and settled between my legs. Our tongues danced in a fury of need, our hands tugging at hair, our shirts, anything we could grab ahold of to make us get closer. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. Through my thin biker shorts, I could feel how hard he was and instinctively ground my hips into him. He groaned into my mouth and pulled away from the kiss, still holding both sides of my face. His eyes were a deep green right now, still burning through me in a way that made a shiver rock through my entire body.
“Fuck,” he growled and brought his mouth to mine again. He pulled away to look at me. “I don’t have a condom, baby.”
“I don’t care. I’m. . .I don't. . .you already know I’ve never done it without one.”
His eyes darkened as they searched mine. “Me either.”
I ground my hips into him, and he crashed his lips against mine in a frenzy that I matched. He slowed this kiss, teased my lips, and swept his tongue into my mouth in a sensual dance. I rocked against him again, earning another growl. I pulled back slightly and bit his bottom lip as I rocked one more time before I settled back and rested my ass on his thighs.
“Aren’t you supposed to ride back with the team?” I searched his eyes, willing my heart to stop skipping for a moment.
“I told the coach I had a ride.”
“Can you do that?”
He cocked his head, a sexy smirk spreading across his face. “Did you not see me on the ice?”
“I saw everything.” I bit my lip to keep my smile at bay. It didn’t work and earned me a twinkle in his eyes.
“Everything, huh?” He leaned in and bit my lip again, gripping my hips. “Take my cock out.”
I immediately looked around. There were still people walking by. Some were standing in front of cars, busy in conversation. Banks’ tints were blackout dark. He’d gotten three tickets because of them and still refused to lighten them, but still. The car would surely move if we fucked in here.
“Lach.” My eyes widened at his.
“Take my cock out, Lyla James. I won’t ask again.”
I scrambled to do as he said. My hands shook as I lowered his sweats until they were beneath his thighs.
My eyes snapped to his. “No underwear?”
The spark in his eyes lit up in amusement. I shook my head but couldn’t reprimand him. Of course, he’d planned this, but when? When did he have time between the game and the short time he’d had to shower? I started to undress, not wanting to waste any time, now that I knew we were doing this.
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 me. Somehow, I managed to undress from the bottom down quickly. He pulled me back onto his lap, his fingers digging into the flesh of each of my ass cheeks. That alone was making me shake. He let go of the left one and watched me as he brought his hand between us, his fingers moving slowly up and down my folds. He bit his lip and groaned, as if what he was doing to me was bringing him pleasure. I smiled at the sight. I loved seeing him like this, loved knowing I was the only one who had ever made him this way.