Chapter 24 Lyla
Lyla
Colorado & Cuddles
“Ya know, when you asked me if you could take me out. This is not what I imagined,” I say as we board a plane to Colorado. He kisses my forehead and laughs but doesn’t respond until we find seats and get comfortable.
“I figured dinner and a movie was lame so I wanted to take you to see my favorite hockey player.” He tells me and my head snaps towards him.
“You, have a favorite player other than yourself?” I giggle and he rolls his eyes.
“Sure do.” he answers and I smirk.
“But do you touch yourself, thinking about him?” I ask, leaning in and pressing my lips to his cheek.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he says and my eyes widen. He laughs, grabbing my hand but wait. Hold the fuck up.
“I do want to know- no wait I need to know.” I say and he shakes his head.
“It’ll cost you.”
“For the love of god. I’ll do anything if you tell me.” I respond because fuck! That would be so hot to know.
“You don’t even know who he is.” he retorts and I snort.
“Let’s see. We are going to Colorado. Which means there’s only one team that's as good as yours and that’s the St. Valentine's Night Howlers.” I say and his eyes widen.
“You better not be a superfan for him too. Jesus Christ. You really are a puck bunny.” He accuses and I roll my eyes.
“It’s Hayes Valentine, isn’t it?” I say and he smiles wide. “I fucking knew it.” I laugh and he shakes his head, leaning back in his seat as we get ready for take off.
“You still didn’t answer my question.” I say but he just shrugs. Asshole. Now this is going to be on my mind for the rest of the day. Goddamn him.
The flight is quick and the hotel Case booked us is absolutely gorgeous.
The view of the mountains is breathtaking as we walk towards the coliseum.
The vibe this evening is electric. You can feel the excitement the fans have for this team and I’m so fucking lucky I get to experience this with Case.
As the evening goes on I’m in awe watching the man I love watch the game he loves.
His eyes light up every time Hayes scores a goal.
He cheers with the rest of the fans like he’s not the captain of his own successful hockey team.
He’s just humble and it's truly nice to see. But what a game it would be to see my man face off against Hayes. A sold out arena and the most intense game I’d ever witnessed.
That would be legendary. I nudge his arm to get his attention and he looks over at me and smiles.
“You think you can beat the famous Grinder?” I ask and a smile spreads across his face.
“I fucking wish. That would be a dream come true.” He grins and I smile back.
I wish I could make that happen for him because I love seeing him like this.
In his element and happy. It's different here.
I don't know how to explain it. I’m just happy he took me here with him. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
As I stand in front of the ceiling to floor window taking in the view strong arms wrap around my waist and his nose tickles the column of my neck. He inhales deeply then exhales on a growl.
“What are you thinking about, Doll?” he whispers and chills race up my spine bringing me back to my earlier thoughts. I spin in his arms and look up at him.
“I’m still waiting for the answer,” I say with a raised brow and he shakes his head.
“And if I did?” he asks and I shiver thinking about this sexy man with his cock in his hand while he thinks about his favorite hockey player.
“It’s fucking hot.” I admit and his eyes widen.
“Me with another man is hot to you?” He asks and I laugh.
“Oh without a doubt. But I know it will never happen.” I say and he nods.
“Ya damn right it won’t,” he laughs, pressing me against the cold window.
“A girl can dream though,” I giggle as his hands find my ass, squeezing my cheeks and lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
“That’s all it will ever be, Doll. A dream.” He whispers as he litters kisses along my chest and up to my jaw.
“Someone is hot and bothered by all this Hayes talk. I think you’re a whole ass liar,” I accuse, giggling.
“Is that right?” He growls and I yelp when he slaps my ass, carrying me over to the bed.
“Get naked. I need to feel you cum around my cock,” he orders and I strip out of my clothes watching as he does the same.
“Are you wet, Doll?” He asks and I nod as he crawls between my legs with his cock in his hand.
He slaps my pussy making me moan as he slides the tip between my lips, then slams into me making my tits bounce.
“So fucking tight.” he growls, lifting a leg over his shoulder.
He pounds into me, snapping his hips while pinching my nipples.
I thrash beneath him, the sensation is out of this world and almost too much so I dig my nails into his flesh making him hiss.
“Oh fuck, just like that Case. Harder.” I yell as my body shivers beneath him.
He pulls out and takes my legs off his shoulder and flips me over, gripping my hips and pulling me back towards him.
His fist wraps around my hair and my back arches as he sinks back into me.
“Yes, yes. You feel so fucking good.” I whimper as he snaps his hips, fucking me harder and harder.
I tighten around him feeling my orgasm on the brink of explosion.
He pulls my hair tightly in his fist, while his other hand digs into my hips.
“Do you like when I fuck you like a whore?” He growls and I tighten around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Yes, fuck yes.” I cry out and he reaches between my legs and rubs my clit with his fingers.
“Cum for me you filthy slut. Cum all over my dick,” he commands, pinching my clit and my body litters with goosebumps as my orgasm takes over spasming around his cock, soaking him.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He growls as his movements become erratic and he growls as he cums deep inside me.
“Fuck, Lyla.” he pants as he places kisses down my back while loosening his grip on my hair.
“So perfect,” he whispers, making me smile.
I turn my head to look at him and he pulls out slowly, climbing up next to me and wrapping his arms around me.
“I love you,” he whispers, kissing my lips.
“I love you too, Case.” I say, breathlessly and he cups my face, bringing his lips to mine once again and I fall deep into the kiss, lifting my leg over his hip and wrapping it around him.
It seems I just can’t get enough of this man.
I need him to be closer and I know he feels the same way about me.
Once again I think to myself. How the fuck did I get so lucky?
But the other part of my brain likes to remind me from time to time that nothing this perfect lasts forever and with Kenneth still out there… Anything can happen.