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)
“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.” He bit my bottom lip as he moved his fingers inside me.
He moved his thumb against my clit, and that was it. My orgasm hit so hard that I forgot where we were. Unintelligible things left my mouth as an orgasm ripped through me. He took his fingers back and wiped them against his sweats as he positioned me over his dick. I used his shoulders as leverage and sank onto him ever so slowly, watching the expression on his face. He whispered my name like a prayer as his eyes shut, and he threw his head back when I finally had him fully inside me. He brought his gaze to mine and held my hips to keep me from moving. I slid my hands from his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck.
“Let me move,” I moaned, needing the friction he provided.
“One second, baby,” he said, eyes hooded.
“I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t move,” I whispered. The smile that spread over his face was sinful, but he finally loosened his grip on me and let me move.
“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.
“You look so fucking hot riding my cock, Lyla,” he said, his voice gravelly as he slid his hands underneath the jersey and found my nipples. “So fucking hot with my name on your back.”
“Fuck.” I threw my head back. He was so deep like this, and the way he was touching me was dizzying. His fingers tightened on my nipples as he inhaled sharply.
“Fuck, Lyla,” he breathed. I felt the orgasm climbing. I was almost there. Almost.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.” I threw my head back.
He lowered his hands and grabbed my hips again. “Eyes on me, baby.”
My gaze flashed to his and I exploded, convulsing on his lap as the orgasm continued to hit me. He followed quickly behind me, chanting my name as he unloaded inside me. It was such a strange feeling. He kissed me slowly, pressing my chest to his in an embrace. He held me so tight against him that I thought I might disappear inside of him. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. When we pulled away, he set his forehead on mine. We were both breathing heavily, as the silence stretched between us. Sex with him was always intense. Sex with him after he’d won a game was fire, though.
“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.
CHAPTER 19
LACHLAN
4 HOURS EARLIER
Today was going to be perfect. We’d win this game and close out our time here as champions. My agent had everything ready to go, so I could start the next chapter in my career, and Lyla and I could finally be together freely. I wasn’t sure where, but I’d make sure of it. As it is, the thought of being apart from her for a week was making me antsy. I told her I’d give her the week before I flew my ass to California to look for her. She laughed like I was joking, and laughed harder when she realized I wasn’t. She was perfect for me. If it were up to me, I’d propose tomorrow and lock her down right now.
Other guys going pro were excited about the puck bunnies they’d get now, but I was over that life. I’d been there, done that, bought the shirt, and Lyla James burned it. I only wanted her. Of course, proposing was out of the question. I may be ready to get it over with, but I had to respect her decision of wanting to wait. It was annoying, but it wasn’t like I could force her to marry me. The idea sat in my mind for a moment too long before I shook it away.