Chapter 9
Case
Chinese the guys run their mouths around me as they leave for the night, I think about how I get to be in the house alone with her this evening.
I wonder if I could get her to break. My dick hardens as my mind ventures off into the abyss that is everything Lyla, but laughter from behind me brings me back to reality, reminding me that I am not alone.
Great! Think of anything else besides her.
Mercedes pops in my head, and I groan. Not her either, Case.
“Yo Case, you coming with us tonight?” and I whip my head around to see Crew, freshly showered and dressed with his gear in hand.
“Na, I’m going to go home. I have some things to handle.” I tell him, and he laughs.
“That girl I saw you talking to? She’s hot,” he smirks, and I grin.
“I know, but she’s our new stepsister. Dad said she’s off limits.” I reply, and he shakes his head.
“And when have we ever listened to the old man?” and now it's my turn to shake my head.
“Shut up. Get out of here. I’ll catch up with you and Cruz later.” I say, and he nods.
“Sleep tight, brother.” And with that, he leaves the locker room.
After getting washed and dressed, I leave the arena and head to the back parking lot, where I find my car with ease. Clicking the alarm, I open the door and climb in. Starting her up, I pull out and get on the highway. Taking out my phone, I send Lyla a quick text.
Me:
Hey, are you hungry?
Doll:
Who is this?
What the fuck?
Me:
Oh, you got jokes tonight…Your brother
Doll:
Apparently, I have three…
I laugh; she’s in a sassy mood tonight.
Me:
The one who made you cum the other night.
Doll:
I don’t recall anyone making me do that. I’m pretty sure my two fingers got the job done.
Oh, she’s a brat.
Me:
If my memory is correct… then I’m pretty sure I helped those little fingers along, while your pussy gushed for me.
Doll:
Maybe—maybe not. The verdict is still out. LOL.
Me:
Anyways, are you hungry?
Doll:
Famished.
Me:
For?
While I wait for her response, I put my turning signal on and get off at my exit. Looking down at my phone, I still don’t see a response. Does that mean what I think it means? She won’t divulge the truth because we are both off limits or did she get distracted?
Me:
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Me:
I’m on my way… do you want me to pick up dinner?
Doll:
Oh, yes, sure. I could eat.
So she does want me again. Hmmm. Damn. I’m not sure how much longer I can restrain myself from touching her again.
Me:
Chinese?
Doll:
Ooo, yes.
Me:
I’ll just order it when I get there. Do we have vanilla ice cream?
Doll:
Let me go look.
Finally I make it to my block and drive down the road, pulling into the driveway. I shut off the lights and car, hopping out. Clicking the lock, I walk to the front door and key in the code. Turning the knob I walk in, placing down my bag on the foyer bench and hanging my keys on the hook.
“Honey, I’m home,” I yell out walking further into the house. Just as I pass the living room I see Lyla on her phone snuggled on the oversized deep gray sectional. I clear my throat and she jumps.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” She says and I smirk.
“Did you ever look to see if we had any ice cream?” I ask, raising a brow and her eyes widen.
“Shit, no I didn’t,” She responds, climbing from her spot, throwing the blanket and dashing to the kitchen.
I laugh, turning back to the foyer and unzipping my bag to grab my sweats.
Not thinking anything of it. I remove my jeans, boxers and shirt and slide on my sweats, getting comfortable for the night.
“We have Vanilla and Sher—” She stops midsentence and I look over my shoulder seeing her breathing hitch, at the sight of me pulling my sweats over my bare ass.
She doesn’t even realize that she’s biting her bottom lip or that I’m coming right for her.
Her eyes widen when I get a mere inch away from her and I grip her hips.
I bring my hand up to her face, using my thumb to pull her lip from her teeth, which causes her to drop the tubs of ice cream.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you want to fuck me,” I whisper as she swallows thickly. I lick my lips, stepping closer to her as her soft tongue snakes out past her lips and licks the pad of my thumb.
“We can’t,” She whispers, as her hands glide up my rib cage.
“If you don’t walk away now. I won’t be able to control myself,” I breathe, digging my fingertips into her hips. Her hands slide back down my stomach and over my hard cock as she steps back to bend down and pick up the ice cream. I adjust myself and walk around her into the kitchen.
Opening the junk drawer, I find the chinese delivery menu and lay it on the counter.
As I look it over she walks towards the freezer, putting the ice cream away then comes to stand next to me.
I can feel her warmth radiating from her body and it makes me want to lift her onto the counter and set her body on fire.
But instead I clear my throat and look over at her.
“So what will it be?” I ask and she smiles.
“Umm, don’t judge me–
“Why would I judge you?” I ask, raising a brow. She takes a pencil and begins circling her choices and I laugh. “Anything else?” and she shakes her head.
“Nope, I think that does it.” She replies.
“She likes to eat, huh? I like that,” I whisper as I reach around her to take the
pencil she’s still holding and circle what I want to order.
“Let me go get my card,” She says as she goes to move but I cage her in.
Pressing my chest against her back, I revel in the feeling of her nice ass snuggled against my groin.
Leaning in, I run my nose down the column of her neck, watching her perfect skin litter with goosebumps. I love how responsive she is to me.
“My treat, Doll.” I whisper, then back away and head out of the kitchen into the foyer to grab my phone. Coming back, I see that she’s gone and I smirk. Tonight is going to be interesting.
A little while later, she comes barreling into the kitchen with our dinner.
“It’s here,” She yells and I laugh, getting up from my seat.
“I’ll plate us up. Go pick a movie. We can eat in the living room where it's more comfortable.” I tell her.
“You sure, I can make our plates,” She says but I shake my head.
“Nope. You go pick us something to watch. I got this. You want a little of everything correct?” I ask as she heads for the living room.
“Yep and don’t forget the red sauce,” She yells over her shoulder.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I laugh, taking all the food out of the bag and doing what I was told. I wonder if she would let me eat off of her body? Maybe this really wasn’t such a good idea. I cannot get my dick in check tonight.