Chapter 24
24
AIDAN
The thump of my bat bag hitting the foyer floor sounds like a gunshot in the eery silence of my darkened living room. Nearly all the lights are off save for the small one over the stove that Lyla must have left on for me. It’s after ten p.m now, more than three hours later than I should have been home, so I don’t blame her for not waiting up.
With a sigh of exhaustion, I start going through the closing shift, checking that all windows and doors are locked and checking on Crew upstairs before making my way back down to my bedroom.
Fucking Daniels just had to shoot his mouth off at practice, and because his immature ass was in hot water for talking about the owner’s daughter, the rest of us had to run the field for over a goddamn hour before hitting the weight room.
Lyla checked in a few times by text today, but the pictures of her and Crew were my favorite. Wren sent me one of Crew spider-monkeyed to Lyla’s back standing next to the pool, and the way they were smiling at each other had my heart threatening to beat straight out of my chest. I immediately made it my phone’s background, much to the amusement of Rhodes and Copeland.
Trudging back down the stairs, I pause when my bedroom door comes into view. There’s low light coming from in the room, and any tiredness I was feeling dissipates, replaced immediately by anticipation as I recall my text exchange with Lyla earlier.
I’m more grateful than ever that I took a shower before leaving the training facility, so I don’t have to stop and do that now, but when I push the door open, I see my girl asleep in my bed, only covered by a thin sheet.
I don’t hesitate to strip down and slide in next to her, wrapping her warm body in my arms and taking a deep hit of her perfect cherry-vanilla scent.
All the tension I’ve been carrying since I threw down the relationship gauntlet a few days ago melts away at the feel of my girl safe in my arms, and I know that in spite of the things I said, I’ll wait for her as long as she needs.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I wake what feels like minutes later to wet warmth surrounding my dick. Groaning, I thrust upwards, unsure if I’m dreaming.
The answering gag has my eyes flying open and my heart racing. Throwing off the covers, I see a sleep-tousled Lyla on her knees between my legs, my cock halfway down her throat.
A gravelly moan works its way out of my lips, and my hands fist in the sheets beneath us as I fight the urge to tunnel them into her long hair.
She backs off with a pop and shoots me a wicked grin I can just ba rely make out in the soft moonlight flooding through the open windows. “Missed you.”
My heart stutters in my chest when I hear the honesty in her voice. Sitting up, I pull her in for a soft kiss. “I missed you too, angel.”
“So… I talked to Wren today.”
I raise a brow in her direction, but I’m not sure if she can see it. “Odd topic to bring up when you’re naked, but alright. And was this a good talk?”
She nods slowly. “I was going to wait until after your game on Thursday, but I don’t feel like I can go another day without talking about this.”
Fear grips my chest in a vice as my dick deflates, and I wonder if this is where she ends things. “Ly…”
“No, let me get this out. Please.”
The pleading tone of her voice gets me, and I shut my mouth so she can continue.
“I’ve been so afraid that by agreeing to a relationship with you, I would be giving up every piece of independence I fought so hard for since I left Maryland. But today, Wren reminded me that it’s okay to not be alone all the time, and that I’m not weak if I choose you and Crew. I’m still scared and I still have things to work on in regard to my past, but if you’ll have me, I want to be yours.”
My breath whooshes out as a wide grin overtakes my face. “Daggum, Lyla. I wasn’t sure you would ever agree to be mine.”
She smiles shyly and curls further into me. “Does that mean you still want me? Want this?”
I scoff, pulling her in for a deep, licking kiss. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, honey,” I pause, contemplating my next words.
“It might be too soon, and I don’t expect you to say it back, but I love y ou, Lyla Taylor Kingsley. I love you because of the way you love my son and the way you treat me like I matter. You showed up in our lives and, in no time at all, became this person we can’t imagine living without anymore. This new life we’re starting is scary, yes, but as long as I have you and Crew by my side, I know it’s going to be incredible.”
She doesn’t say she loves me back, but the look in her eyes as she smiles softly up at me is confirmation enough for now.
Lyla bites her lip as she trails a lone finger down my chest, and I’m instantly reminded we’ve been having this heartfelt talk buck naked.
“You know, I’m still feeling pretty sassy,” she whispers.
My blood heats, and my erection pulses against my abs. “Oh?” I pull her even closer, adjusting her so she straddles my lap. Her wet heat brushes against my rapidly swelling cock, and I bite back a grin when she whimpers. Bringing my lips to her ear, I thrust against her ever so slightly. “Does my sassy girl still need me to fuck her into an attitude adjustment?”
She nods, grinding her dripping core over my dick and trapping it against my abs. “Please!”
“Please, what?” I growl under my breath.
“Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
The last thin threads of my control snap, and I lunge, flipping us so Lyla lands on her back on the bed. “Such a good girl, asking so nicely. But don’t think I’ll forget about your little attitude so easily, angel.”
Her breathing speeds up, causing me to fight a smirk. “Flip over and lift one knee up and to the side.”
She raises an eyebrow but does as I say, and the new position has me cu rsing up a storm. “Look at that pretty pussy on display for Daddy. Are you wet for me, too, angel?”
A nod is my only response, so I slap the inside of her thigh, making her yelp. “Words, Lyla.”
“Yes! I’ve been wet for you since you told me to be in your bed when you got home.”
“Hmm, I think I better check.”
With that, I get down to my stomach and slide in so my face is even with her core. I can see she’s already dripping, but I’m dying for a taste. Leaning in, I breathe deeply and release a guttural groan. “Sweet girl, it’s been too long since I had my face buried in your perfect pussy.”
My tongue gently parts her folds, and I moan at the taste. She squirms, nearly dislodging my mouth, so I band one arm across her pelvis to hold her in place. Circling my tongue around her clit, I revel in her muffled whimpers and glance up to see she’s buried her face in my pillow in an effort to stay quiet.
“This room is soundproofed, angel. So move your face because I want to hear you screaming my name when you come on my tongue.”
Lyla’s cries increase in volume as I put more pressure on her clit with my tongue, and then I’m dipping two fingers into her slick heat and curling them upward. Her hips fly up, pushing her further into my mouth.
“Fuuuck, that’s it, baby.”
“Aidan!”
“You look so pretty when you’re soaking my face, angel.”
Keeping up the pressure on her clit, I watch with smug satisfaction as she shatters, her core pulsing around my fingers .
“Holy shit,” she breathes. Her chest is heaving, and when she turns her head to the side, I can see that her eyes are sleepy, but I sit up and yank her closer to me.
“Did you think we were done already, Lyla? You asked me to fuck the sass out of you, and that’s exactly what I plan to do,” I growl the words against her spine between open-mouthed kisses placed on her warm skin.
Not wanting to waste another second with my girl, I slide inside her on one long thrust. Lyla whines as I curse. “It shouldn’t be possible for it to feel this fucking good, Ly. I swear you were made just for me.”
I shift her leg up higher toward her chest, and it puts me at a new angle that hits her g-spot every time, forcing a strangled cry from her lips.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again,” she pants, turning her head into the pillow as she visibly shudders.
With quick movements, I flip her so she’s on her back underneath me. “Need to see your face when you come on Daddy’s cock.”
“Oh, god!”
I growl under my breath and take her mouth in a fierce kiss. “Whose cock is inside of you right now, Lyla? Because it sure as hell isn’t god.”
“Daddy!”
My thrusts pick up speed, lightning licking up my spine the closer I get to release. “That’s fucking right. Now come for Daddy, angel. I wanna feel you clenching around me when I come.”
My words tip her over the edge, and she comes hard, screaming her release and doing exactly as I asked. She clenches around me so tight I have no choice but to follow her into oblivion.
After taking a few minutes to catch my breath, I pull out with the inten tion of cleaning us both up, only the sight of my cum dripping out of her swollen pink folds stops me in my tracks. Placing my hands on her legs, I spread her even further apart to admire the sight in front of me.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”
Lyla giggles beneath me, not doing a goddamn thing to hide herself from me. “Pretty sure what we just did is getting us both sent to Hell.”
I shrug, my eyes still locked on my own personal wet dream. “With you? I’m pretty sure even the ninth circle of Hell would feel like the best kind of Heaven.”
Dragging my fingers through our combined wetness, I push it back inside of her, biting my lip. “I know you have an IUD, but the thought of putting my baby inside of you gets me so fucking hard I can barely think straight.”
Her eyes darken with want, making something in my body light up with excitement. Leaning forward, I stroke my fingers down her cheek and grip her chin. “Do you want that, angel? You want to have my babies someday soon and give Crew some little brothers and sisters?”
Biting her plush bottom lip, she nods slowly. “But that’s crazy, right? We’ve only officially been together,” she glances at the clock on my nightstand and snorts. “An hour.”
I shrug for the second time in ten minutes. “If you’re crazy, I should be locked up for the thoughts I’ve been having about you for weeks now. Who cares if other people think we’re moving too fast? Last time I checked, our relationship decisions weren’t up for a public vote.”
Kissing her nose, I smile at her affectionately. “As long as you and Crew are happy, I’m ready for everything with you, gorgeous. And that includes telling Crew about us.”
Her eyes widen in panic, so I cup her face in my hands, doing my best to reassure her with my eyes. “It’s going to be fine, Ly. You were there at the park and know Crew wants you to be his mom. He’s going to be over the goddamn moon when we tell him.”
Some of the panic recedes with a long sigh, and her body loses some of its tension. “I just don’t want him to get hurt if we don’t work out.”
I roll my eyes at her and go in for a deep kiss, sweeping my tongue over hers and savoring everything that is Lyla . “That one’s easy. There’s not a single scenario in which we don’t end up together.”