I watch as she smiles, letting out a breathy laugh. “I can’t wait to find out.”
I grab hold of her hips again, raising her up, then help her slide down my dick. Once she finds a pattern, I reach around to grab both of her tits, loving how heavy they feel in my hands. Rolling the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I drag my tongue up her neck to her ear. “Reach down and touch yourself. Now, Layla.”
She does as I ask, and as soon as her finger touches her clit, Layla comes, arching her back away from me as she cries out. I reach up to turn her head, covering her mouth with mine, swallowing every little sound she makes. Her movements slow as she focuses on her orgasm, so I wrap an arm around her waist, continuing to fuck her from below. “Do you have any idea how amazingyou feel, Peaches? How perfect this is? I want to fucking live in this cunt. I want to wake you up with my tongue buried inside you, and go to sleep with you keeping my dick warm. I want it all, sweet girl. All of you.”
Layla comes again, her mouth open on a silent scream. I don’t slow my thrusts, nowhere close to coming myself. When she comes a fourth time, I carefully turn, laying her on the bed. Climbing on top, I position myself at her core, easily sliding inside. I grab her hands, intertwining our fingers above her head. “Eyes open, baby.”
Her eyes flutter open, unfocused and glassy. As soon as I begin moving, she moans. “It’s too much. Too sensitive.”
“You’ve got one more in you,” I growl. “I know you do. Put your legs around me.”
Layla whines as she complies, but I feel her legs shaking. I let go of one hand, reaching between our bodies, to strum her clit. Within moments, I feel her pussy tighten around me, and I allow her orgasm to set off my own, groaning as the fire burns up my spine, taking over my entire body. I collapse onto her as I twitch through my orgasm, forgetting to breathe as I revel in the feeling.
And all I can think about is how I wish I weren’t wearing a condom, because I want to knock this woman up so I can keep her forever.
I like sex.
I’ve had good sex. Great sex, even.
I’ve never let what happened with Javier dim my outlook on sex. Instead, I embraced my sexuality, enjoying every experience because they were all of my choosing. Just like right now.
There aren’t too many people who know what happened with Javier. I haven’t even fully admitted it to my mom. And then Max barrels into my life, fully supporting me with barely any information. Just blind trust. I’d braced for Max and Coach Dunn to argue on Javier’s behalf. He’s one of their own. For them to immediately condemn Javier and support me was completely surreal.
Then Max held me. The entire night. He was a gentle rock, being what I needed him to be in that moment. Other men would have been awkward, suggested sex to redirect the energy in the room, or gone back to their own room to stew in private. But Max did none of that. He was the strength I needed that night.
But tonight, I needed the sex. I don’t think there are words to describe how mind-boggling sex with Max is.
It was like our bodies were made for each other. I’ve never felt such a perfect feeling before, and that’s prettydamn scary. He knew exactly how to play my body. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss. They all seemed too perfect. Too everything. Too much.
But at this moment, I’m too exhausted to even think more about it.
I vaguely remember Max slipping out of me, then going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returns, he picks me up, gently placing me between the sheets, then turns off all the lights. Slipping into bed behind me, he tugs me into his arms, cradling me from behind. It’s the same as last night, but somehow more. This isn’t about a pull, attraction, or chemistry. Max just staked a claim on me.
And I dream of a future with him, which scares the hell out of me.
The following morning, I wake to an empty bed. Opening my eyes, I peer through my lashes to see the adjoining door closed, and I let out a breath of relief. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions, and I don’t know how I’d react to Max at this moment. Grabbing my phone from the table, I shriek when I see it’s almost ten. I’ve missed the team breakfast.
Jumping from bed, I take the world’s quickest shower, then throw my wet hair up in a bun. I could have chosen not to shower, but I smelled like sex, and figured wet hair was easier to explain than the sex smell. When the elevator doesn’t arrive fast enough, I run down the stairs, then sprint through the halls to the conference room where all of my things are set up.
The players can access any breakfast items the hotels provide, but we also offer a catered breakfast that relies heavily on protein, lean meats, lots of fruits and vegetables, and any items that can keep their energy up without filling them with excess sugars. I also have to push a lot of guys to drink more water, especially the fewthat are incredibly caffeine dependent. Coffee by itself isn’t too unhealthy, but adding in the various creamers, sugary additives, and flavors can make it a ridiculously high-calorie drink. Then there are guys like Max who think a couple of cans of Mountain Dew are a great way to wake up every morning. So, when I find Max sitting in the conference room drinking a mug of black coffee, I’m speechless.
He chuckles when he sees me, and my mind immediately flashes back to when he laughed against my pussy only hours ago, and the aforementioned organ clenches in wanton need. “It’s sad that I know you’re more surprised about the coffee than you are about the food I’m eating.”
I force my eyes to move from where his large hand is holding the coffee mug, sinewy muscles rippling on his forearm, and look at his plate. “Scrambled eggs? Fresh fruit? Who the hell are you?”
Max grins, his dark brown eyes sparkling with mirth. “I’m perfectly capable of change, Layla.”
“I’ve been trying to get you to change your breakfast options for months.”
He shrugs. “I guess it finally worked.”
“Where is everyone else?” I ask, looking around. “I can’t believe I slept so late. I hope I’m not in trouble.”
“I told Coach you’d be late,” he says.
“What? Why?” I gasp. “Max, you can’t go around telling people anything about me!”
He waves his hand indifferently. “I just said you caught me this morning, telling me you’d slept like crap and had a headache. He was fine with it.”
