Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JAKE
I feel her eyes on me again, and I struggle to focus on the game. It’s like my whole being is consumed by her, and I can feel and see every little thought running through that beautiful head of hers.
I don’t know what the girls are talking about, but I know whatever it is has got her worked up, and not in a bad way. Her eyes are devouring me, and I’m fighting the urge not to haul her away somewhere to ease that ache that I know is forming between those sexy legs.
I shift uncomfortably in my pants as my dick twitches at the thoughts running through my mind right now. Miles throws the winning point and grins when Ryder groans next to him.
“Good game, brother, but you still lost,” Travis says as I roll my eyes.
“I played half of what I’m capable of because Lyla keeps distracting me. You got lucky tonight because my head is elsewhere.”
“Whatever makes you feel better,” he laughs as we walk back to the girls .
I sit down next to Lyla and haul her on my lap. Smiling, she leans back into me.
“What I wouldn’t pay to know what you’ve been thinking about,” I whisper in her ear. “Those eyes of yours made me lose my game.” I kiss her neck and take a quick taste.
“Just something I have in mind for later,” she says, a smile playing on her lips.
“Do I get a hint?” I brush her hair over her shoulder to expose more of her neck to me. Since my family is busy making drinks and getting the cake ready, I take this opportunity to kiss her neck again, my tongue swiping her sweet skin. My hand glides up her thigh and squeezes.
Her breath catches as my finger slides into the bottom of her cutoff shorts and brushes over her panties. I bite back a moan when I feel the dampness.
I see them start to bring the cake over and remove my hand.
“Just remember, Lyla, all you have to do is ask me, and I’ll give you anything you want or need.”
Sophia lights the candles, and Lyla moves to get off of me, but I hold her in place.
“If you move now, I’m showing everyone in this place exactly what you do to me.”
Giggling, she situates herself in my lap, and I groan softly when her ass rubs against me.
“Not helping,” I ground out, causing her to giggle harder.
Everyone starts to sing Happy Birthday, and I wrap my arms around her from behind, singing along with them softly.
Eve sets the cake down in front of her as we end the song.
“Make a wish, little hummingbird,” I say in her ear.
“I don’t know what to wish for.” She looks around at us before turning back at me. “Every wish I’ve made since I was little came true when I met you.”
I swallow down the emotions that rise to the surface when I meet the sheer innocence and vulnerability in her eyes that were stolen from her a long time ago. She’s finding herself again, and it’s the most beautiful thing to witness.
“Maybe we can make new wishes together…for our future?” I say quietly, not even giving a fuck that my brothers are watching me lay my heart at Lyla’s feet. The whole world can know I’m hers for all I care.
“I’d like that,” she smiles and interlaces our fingers while she turns back to the candles. She closes her eyes and makes her wish.
I silently wish for mine before we blow them out together. There’s only one wish I want and one person standing in the way of me getting it. After tonight and that text, I think it's time for him and me to have a little chat. The only last name Lyla will have in her future is Montgomery.
“Thank you for today,” she says softly as we pull up to the house a couple of hours later. “It was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Her cheek rests on the seat as she looks at me.
I turn off the engine, my lips tugging at the corner. “It’s not over yet. We have until midnight, and it’s only…” I lift her wrist with her new watch to read the time. “Eleven, which means we still have an hour to celebrate.”
I help her out of the truck and lead her inside. I watch her as she walks over to the pool table, running her fingers along the black velvet against the wood. A smile plays on her lips as she circles the table before her caramel hues set on me.
I’ve been curious about what she had in mind earlier, and it’s been in my thoughts since she told me. I wait on bated breath, wanting her to ask me for what she wants.
“I’ve heard that strip pool can be quite fun.” Her words flow over me like sweet honey, and images of her bent over the table flood my mind as my gaze darkens. “I’ve never played and thought you could teach me,” she blushes, and all the blood rushes straight to the source that’s begging for her.
“I can teach you.” My voice is low and thick with desire as it spirals throughout my body. I walk over to the bar and pour us two bourbons, neat this time. I don’t want any ice diluting it for what I have in mind. I swirl around the warm liquid before walking over.
“You can’t play strip pool without a good taste of bourbon on your tongue.” I hold out the tumbler to her, and she eyes me over the rim as I take a sip with her.
“So tell me the rules.” She glances at the table, and I can only imagine what thoughts are going through her head as she tries to guess what I have in mind.
“Have you played pool before?” I ask, walking over and getting two cue sticks off the wall. I chalk them up before setting them against the side while I rack up the balls.
“No, but I know the basics of how to play.”
“The only difference in strip pool is you always have to call your shot before you take it.” I remove the rack and set it back on the wall. “If you miss, you remove a piece of clothing.” My eyes move down her body as I picture her naked against the soft velvet. “The first one to sink all their balls wins, or if your opponent loses all their clothes, you win by default.”
I walk over to the other end of the table and line up the cue ball. I pull back my shot and hit the ball dead on as the balls quickly scatter around the table. “Looks like you are stripes.” I hold back my smile as she concentrates on the table.
She moves around and points to the blue stripe. “I’ll knock that one in.”
“Good choice,” I nod. I watch her hold the cue stick all wrong and get behind her. “Place this hand here,” I adjust her arm, “and set the end of the stick resting on the side of your thumb. Try to line up the shot on the cue ball to where you want it to go. Hitting it on the sides will make the ball go left or right, and the middle is usually a straight shot.”
Nodding her head in concentration, she bends further over and presses her ass into me. I hear a small gasp as she feels how swollen I already am.
“I guess I failed to mention that strip pool comes with a lot of distractions, so you have to concentrate extra hard if you want to win.” Playing nice…for now, I step back to give her room on her first shot.
She hits the ball and barely misses.
“Such a shame. It was so close, too,” I click my tongue. “I guess that means you have to remove something.” I roam her body, wondering what will go first. She removes her sandals, and I roll my eyes. “Boring.”
“It’s the most logical thing to remove first,” she laughs.
“Logical..yes. Fun…no,” I chuckle, pointing to the yellow solid. “Corner right pocket. And I’ll even hit with my left hand to make it a bit more fair.” I take the shot and sink the ball. “Looks like I’m good with both of my hands,” I grin broadly before calling and sinking another ball.
She rolls her eyes as mine dance with amusement. I walk around the table and see what my best odds are. I don’t have a direct shot anywhere. Not even close.
“You might get lucky on this one.” I choose the left corner pocket and miss.
“Finally!”
I chuckle at her excitement over my missed shot. I remove my t-shirt and toss it on the ground. Her eyes immediately go to my chest, and suddenly, the room gets hotter. I could have removed my shoes, too, but where’s the fun in that? I’ll use this distraction to my advantage .
“Your turn.” Her eyes dart back up to mine, and I can’t help the smirk that plays along my lips.
Flustered, she calls her shot and misses again. I raise my eyebrow at her, and she drops her cut-off shorts. Her white top barely covers the top of her pink thong, so I get a perfect view of her round ass.
“Now the game has officially begun,” I wink at her.
I sink the next ball but miss the second. My shoes come off next.
She sinks her next shot, and I happily watch her ass shake as she does a little dance. She misses the next one, and off comes her top. Her round breasts are pushed up in a matching lace bra, and I hungrily take her in before sinking another ball.
When I finally miss, I remove my socks, and she gives me a dirty look.
“It’s the most logical thing to come next,” I laugh, throwing her words back at her.
She sinks another before missing the next one. My body becomes alert as she removes her bra and tosses it on the ground. Her nipples tighten as heat courses through my body.
I slowly take a sip of bourbon before walking to the table. My dick is straining against my pants, and each movement against the fabric reminds me of how much I want her right now.
“Corner right,” I say in a low voice, sinking the shot and the next one. I move around the table and stop when I get to her.
She’s right where my shot is, and I block her when she goes to move. Reaching around her, I cage her in and line up my shot. Her ass is pressed firmly against me as I bend her over further for the shot.
I sink my last ball and bend close to her ear.
“I win, birthday girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Anything else you want before your birthday is over.” I tug on her ear with my teeth, and she shivers against me. “Ask me, sweet Lyla. What does my beautiful girl want.” I suck deeply on her neck and hear a moan escape her lips.
“I want you to fuck me on the pool table.” Her voice is low, and her breathing becomes shallow.
My body stills at her words, and my heartbeat accelerates. It’s the first time she’s felt comfortable saying things like that.
“There’s my naughty little girl. I knew she was hiding in there somewhere. I’m going to do more than just fuck this sweet pussy of yours, though. I’m going to worship it.”
I turn her around and lift her onto the pool table. The remaining balls scatter as I lower her down until she’s splayed out on the table with her tits up in the air. I circle her nipple with my finger before pinching the tight bud. Her body bows up on a moan as I do the other one.
“Stay,” I order, walking over to the side table and grabbing my drink. She watches through hooded eyes as I pour a small amount of liquid between her breasts. She gasps and lifts slightly, causing it to trail down her stomach.
I lick the bourbon trail up to her breasts before hungrily feasting on them. Her fingers dive into my hair as I take my time enjoying my favorite drink on her. When I finally pull back, she’s panting, and her eyes are burning me like the liquid I just tasted.
Hooking my fingers under her thong, I slide it down her legs. She watches me through her long, dark lashes as I pick up my drink again. Her eyes widen for a second as I pour some on her belly button this time. I watch it slide down her lower abdomen before disappearing between her legs.
My mouth waters at the sight as I suck and lick her stomach clean. My tongue follows the trail lower before I drop to my knees and lift her legs on my shoulders. Her pink pussy glistens with the amber liquid mixed with her arousal, and it’s the most tempting sight I’ve ever seen.
“Lyla?” I murmur against her inner thigh before licking off the trail of the smoky aroma.
“Yes?” She whimpers as her body beautifully bows to me when her back arches off the velvet lining.
“I’m going to fuck you twice on this pool table. Once with my mouth, and then I’m bending this sweet ass over and fucking you again with my cock.” I suck a spot on her inner thigh, and she writhes beneath me. “Every time you walk past this pool table, I want you to remember me buried deep inside you,” I breathe against her skin. “Every time bourbon touches your lips, I want you to remember me drinking it from your sweet pussy.”
I take a slow lick up her center and am rewarded with the spicy oak flavor mixed with her delicious taste.
“So fucking good,” I moan, diving deep and taking every last drop from her.
Her sounds drive me wild as she moans and whimpers my name. My hair is pulled tighter, and it only spurs on the animal inside me. My tongue seeks and greedily consumes every bit of her, leaving no part untasted.
I sense her orgasm before it hits her and suck hard on her swollen clit just as her body explodes. She cries out my name, and my dick responds with a ferocious need. I feel her thighs squeeze me tight as she lifts her hips in pure ecstasy.
I kiss up her stomach when the last of her tremors have subsided and haul her up to me. My tongue dives in, and the bourbon on her tongue hits me all over again as I enjoy the taste of it on her lips.
Picking her up, I set her down in front of me. Her eyes have that deep sated look about them, and with her tousled hair and swollen lips, she looks like a fucking dream. A dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.
“Turn around and grab the side of the pool table.”