Chapter 44
Layla
My heart aches reading the recent card Levi sent with beautiful pink tulips. “I miss you, Layla. Love, Levi.” It’s simply sweet and breaks my damn heart. Sighing, I slip it into my pocket and check my schedule for the day. Today appears to be a lighter day as long as we have no new injuries.
I look around the training room and make sure everything was cleaned and put away last night.
We have half a dozen massage or patient tables, weight equipment, bands, parallel bars for leg injuries, medicine balls, rollers, mats, exercise balls a short row of NuStep machines, treadmills, ellipticals and other various exercise and weight machines along with tens units, handheld sonos and more.
I’ve never seen anything so thorough. I have everything I could possibly need to do my job and more.
Then on the other end we walk through our medicine and first aid area into a space with ice baths, jacuzzi tubs, and saunas. It’s incredible.
“Morning, Layla.”
I turn towards the deep voice and smile at my boss. He’s a nice guy, a couple inches taller than my brother, with a shaved head and ridiculously strong. He’s married with his third baby on the way. “Good morning, Mr. Zetner.”
“We have two new trades coming in today. One this morning and one later today. I need you to do their intakes.”
“Got it.”
“Here’s the first,” he says handing me the file, “and I’ll set the second in your box.”
“Thank you.”
The first man, Craig, walks in ten minutes later and my day quickly gets away from me.
At the end of the day, Gabe walks in with a tired smile on his face. “Hey Sis. How was your day?”
“Good, but I haven’t gotten out of here all day. How about you?”
“Good. I’m going to shower and head over to see mom. Are you done soon?”
“I have one more new intake on a trade and then I’m done.”
He nods, the corners of his lips twitching up. “I saw the new guy. Taylor was showing him around. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, Gabe.” I wave as he backs out of the room.
Shuffling around, I prepare a patient bed and new forms for the intake before making my way to my inbox. Picking up the folder, I look at the name and my heart stops.
“Levi Brennan,” I whisper in shock, barely breathing.
“That’s me,” he says, his deep voice echoing in the now empty room.
Slowly spinning on my heel, the man himself stands in the doorway with a broad smile on his face. Sprinting across the room, I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist as he catches me, laughing.
“Levi,” I cry, not able to fight the tears rolling down my cheeks.
He presses his face into my neck and inhales deeply. “Hi, beautiful.”
“I guess you two know each other,” Taylor mutters. Tearing my face away from Levi’s chest, I look at Taylor flipping his dark hair out of his light eyes, full of amusement.
“She’s my girlfriend,” Levi answers, not bothering to lift his head.
“I sure as hell hope so because we all know she’s not available and if you’re not him, she’s in deep shit.”
We all chuckle and I slowly lower my legs to the ground without letting go. “Thanks for bringing him.” Taylor nods, taps the door and exits without another word.
“Damn, I missed you,” Levi murmurs and presses his lips to mine, kissing me hard, messy, and desperate.
Forcing myself to pull back, I say, “I missed you, too, but how did this happen?”
Levi chuckles darkly. “Let’s just say that your ex was apparently good for something.” My eyebrows draw down in confusion. “He was traded to the Lions and I got into it with him. And today, I was on a plane to you.”
“Wait, you got in a fight with Cal? Are you in trouble with the league?”
“A slap on the wrist. Then, ironically they traded up with the Mavericks and here I am.”
“I can’t believe it,” I murmur, kissing him again.
He chuckles over my lips. “Neither can I.”
A throat clearing breaks us apart, followed by a low chuckle. My face burns as I look around Levi, finding my boss. “You two know each other?” he asks, arching his brow in challenge.
“You know I do,” I tell him. Glancing at Levi, I add, “I may talk about you a little bit.”
My boss laughs. “More than a little. Nice meeting you, Brennan,” he adds, holding his hand out for Levi. “I’m the Head Athletic Trainer here, Bill Zetner.”
Levi shakes his hand, keeping one hand on me. “Nice meeting you. I’m really happy to be here.”
“I can see that and I’m going to go home to see my wife and kids. Layla, after you finish up Levi’s intake, you can handle locking up tonight?”
“No problem.”
“Great, I’ll see you two kids tomorrow,” he jokes, waving as he walks out of the training room, shutting the door behind him to give us some privacy.
“I like your boss,” Levi says, grinning.
“Me too.”
Palming my cheek, Levi kisses me with barely restrained fervor, backing me up towards the training table. It bumps my back when I stop him with a hand on his chest, nudging him back. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I don’t think we should do this here at work.”
Disappointment shines in his eyes, but he acquiesces, showing me respect and filling my heart. “If that’s what you want, I can wait.”
“Take off your shirt and jeans and climb up on the table,” I instruct.
Smirking he does as I ask, sitting on the table in black boxer briefs, his thick thighs on display.
My heartbeat becomes erratic as I go through a few basic assessments, every touch to his skin, electric. Struggling to control my breathing, I set the clipboard down next to him, slowly running my hands up his arms, over his shoulders and down his chest to his abs.
“Layla,” he says, his voice cracking like a teenage boy as he reaches for me.
Shaking my head, I demand, “No. Keep your hands on the table so I can do my job.”
His eyes flare, pooling with liquid gold and driving me forward. Lowering my hands I glide them over his thighs, my thumbs sliding inward and barely grazing his dick. “Fuck, Layla,” he groans.
My confidence growing, my hand cups his balls and rubs his hard shaft over his underwear, unintelligible expletives coming through his teeth. Grabbing his underwear, he lifts his hips and I slide them down, dropping them to the floor. Standing back for a moment as his long, thick cock bounces free.
My tongue peeks out hungry, Levi’s chest heaving as he watches my every move. Nudging his legs apart, I step between them. Wrapping my hand around his dick, I grip it firmly, and drag it from root to tip, precum dripping out as his head falls back, a groan falling from his lips.
“I want to touch you,” he begs.
“No. You’ll have to wait for that,” I insist, gliding my hand back up his shaft, I cup his balls and drop to my knees. Licking the tip, I taste his salty cum and suck him completely into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“Holy shit, Layla,” he rasps.
His desire spurs me on. Relaxing my jaw, I suck him deep, drawing him in and out of my mouth. My hands join in, one holding the base of his cock and the other playing with his balls, feeling them quickly expand.
My nipples strain towards him and heat pools low in my belly, my own desire for him building. I moan over his dick, the vibrations adding to the sensation as I continue to work him, licking, sucking, touching.
He grips my ponytail, holding my head , his fingers trembling on my scalp. “Fuck, Layla, I’m going to come, baby.”
My hands move to his firm ass and I hold him to me, doing everything I can to make him lose control.
Then he does, exploding, a hot stream of salty cum shooting into my mouth.
Licking, and swallowing, I keep my mouth sealed over him, sucking him dry.
Then, I lick my lips clean and fall back on my heels with a small smile as he stares at me through hooded eyes.
“Was that okay? Anything like your fantasy?”
He bursts out laughing, his arm falling over his face. “You are fucking perfect, Layla Romano. Absolutely, perfect.”