Chapter 14
LAYLA
CHICAGO
Exiting the terminal, I text Gabe.
Layla: Exiting the airport now.
I don’t even have time to look to see if Gabe replied before he’s walking up to me.
“Layla,” he breathes, pulling me into his arms, pressing his lips to mine. “I missed you.”
“It was only one day. But I missed you, too.”
He smiles against my lips. “Let’s get out of here,” he says softly, taking my luggage from me, so that he can hold my hand.
Always the gentleman. That’s Gabe.
Before long, Gabe has stowed my sole piece of luggage in the trunk of his car and we’re driving away from the airport.
“Where are we headed?”
“My place?”
“Gabe,” I admonish. “It’s a workday. I should get back to the office.”
“All work and no play… you know what they say,” he rattles off, giving me a hard time.
I snort. “Yes, Gabe. I do. But it’s not like me to skip out of the office.”
“Maybe try it before you knock it?” he jests, a smile at the corner of his lips.
“Fine,” I huff, not upset at all. Spending the day with Gabe, in his bed, sounds amazing right now. Leave it to Gabe to make me change my workaholic ways. Pulling out my phone, I text Cora.
Layla: Just got back. I’m headed to Gabe’s.
Cora: You mean you’ll be in his bed all day. Admit it.
Layla: Do you blame me?
Cora: No! He’s good for you.
Layla: I know.
Cora: Enjoy your day. I’ll see you tomorrow. Or whenever you plan to drag your ass back to the office.
Layla: Funny. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Cora: Oh! One more thing. Do you and Gabe want to have dinner with Chris and I?
Layla: Let me ask.
“Everything okay?” Gabe asks.
“Yes. Um, how does dinner with Cora and her husband Chris sound? She’s invited us to go with them tonight.”
He turns and takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “Sounds perfect.”
I give him a small smile and squeeze his hand gently.
Layla: Yes to dinner.
Cora: Yay! I’ll text you the details shortly.
Layla: Perfect. Laters!
Cora:
Gabe
As soon as the door shuts behind us, I’m on her. “Layla,” I breathe. I’ve missed her. I know it was only for one day, but I can’t seem to live without this woman.
“Gabe,” she murmurs against my lips, her pelvis bumping into my already hard dick.
“I don’t know if I can wait,” I tell her.
“Then don’t.”
Picking her up, I haul her into the kitchen and strip her bare, sitting her on the kitchen island. We’re both ready and willing. Soon, I’m standing naked before her, her breasts bared to me.
“Missed these,” I husk, right before taking a pebbled nipple into my mouth.
Layla, pleasure surging through her bloodstream, leans back and closes her eyes.
She looks so sexy like this. Sucking on her tit, I lave it with my tongue until she’s writing in my arms. Giving it a quick nip, I pop my mouth off her nipple.
I glance down at the tight little bud, all glossy from my ministrations.
Smirking, I tease her other nipple, lashing at it with the tip of my tongue.
“Gabe,” she murmurs, her fingers sliding into my hair, her thighs now clenched.
“Mmm.” I pant, then nip the stiff peak before sucking into my mouth. I lave her nipple some more, then kiss between her breasts. I need to taste her.
Kissing a path down her tummy and between her legs, I find myself breathing in the scent of her arousal.
And it makes me ravenous. Pushing her thighs apart, I bare her slick pussy to my hungry gaze.
Diving between her legs, I lick her like an ice cream cone, drinking down her arousal.
But that’s just the start. Setting my sights on her puffy clit, I lick it fully, using the coarseness of my tongue to pleasure her.
“Gabe,” she moans, her thighs clenching around my head.
Barely started, I tease her clit by alternating between licking, sucking and nipping it.
She’s shuddering in my arms, now close to orgasm.
Adding to her pleasure, I push my fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
She exhales, her eyelashes fluttering. Tunneling my fingers in and out her channel, I bring her to the peak.
“Come, Layla,” I command, at the same time as I rub her magic spot.
“Gabe!” she screams, shattering in my arms, her pussy squirting all over my hand.
Layla is stunning when she comes. Slowly working my fingers in and out of her, I prolong her orgasm, only removing my fingers when the edge of her climax starts to wane.
“Up you go,” I rasp, my voice a bit gravelly. Taking her hips in my hands, I move her to the edge of the countertop, where she loops her arms around my neck. “Gabe.” She pants, her hot breath fanning over my skin, turning me on even further.
Lining up the head of my dick with her soaked pussy, I push inside, filling her completely.
Fuck, I’ll never grow tired of this. Being inside her.
Us being one. “Layla,” I murmur, as I stroke in and out of her sweet body.
I take my time and savor our connection.
But, all too soon, we’re both ready to come.
“Ready?” I grind out, staving off my climax.
“Yes,” she groans.
Picking up the pace, I lead us to orgasm, our climaxes overtaking us.
After, we stay still for a moment. I’m still inside her, her pussy still wrapped around my dick. I can’t think of a better welcome home than this. “Love you,” I whisper as I brush a kiss across the top of her head.
“Love you, too,” she tells me back, her cheek resting against my hard pec. Lifting her cheek, she kisses me over my heart.
I’ve fallen completely in love with this woman.
Taking her hand, I help her out of my car. We’re about to meet Cora and Chris for dinner.
“You look stunning,” I tell her. I can tell she’s a bit nervous. She looks spectacular in a form-fitting, long sleeve dress in red that complements her skin and a killer pair of heels.
“Thank you,” she whispers, a blush on her cheeks. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her inside, and we check our coats.
“Reservation?”
“It should be under Cunningham,” Layla says confidently.
“Right this way.”
I follow Layla, placing my hand over her lower back possessively.
“Layla! Gabe!” Cora greets us, a smile lighting up her face.
“Good evening, Cora,” I say.
“Chris, this is Gabe. Gabe, my husband, Chris.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
I assist Layla into her chair, then sit down.
“So Cora has told me a lot about you.”
I smile politely.
“And then I looked you up. You’ve had an amazing career.”
“I have. I’m still a part of it, just as a manager now.”
“What’s that like?”
“It has a lot of facets. It’s mostly a balancing act.” Between dealing with team owners, upper management, and the egos of the players and other coaches, that’s the perfect way to describe it.
He laughs softly. “I’m sure it is,” he replies, turning to Layla. I’m out of the hot seat, for now.
“Another business baby sold, eh?” he says.
She beams with pride. “Another baby sold. And it feels so good!”
“Let’s toast!” Cora says, raising her glass.
“To LC Holdings!” Chris and I join in, all of us clinking our wine glasses together.
Throughout dinner, everyone is lively and easy to talk to. Before tonight, I had already met Cora, but not her husband Chris. After meeting him, I can see that he’s a good guy.
“Ready?” I ask her softly, as we pick up our coats, shrugging into them.
“Yes,” she says softly.
“See you later, you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Cora jokes as we leave.
“Bye Cora,” Layla replies, a smile on her face. Layla enjoyed dinner with Cora and Chris. As did I.
“My place or yours?” I ask Layla, once we’re back in my car. I don’t have a preference, I just want her with me.
“My place.”
I nod, pulling out of the parking garage.
“Chris seems like a good guy.”
“He is. Both he and Cora are the best.”
I nod, keeping my eyes on the road. “Maybe we can go out with them again sometime.”
“I’d like that.”
Layla looks pleased. “And Gabe?”
“Hmm?” I say, my eyes still on the road.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Just being you.”
“My pleasure,” I tell her, feeling happy. Sliding my hand across the console, I take her hand in mine, linking our fingers together. I think I’ve found her. My soulmate.