Page 108 of The Score We Never Settled

We’re going to hole the fuck up, right here, in this foyer for the rest of the night.

My hips rock as Layla releases a little mewl that wrecks me to my core. I’m hypervigilant in every sense. I can still taste her on my tongue, I can feel her gripping me to death with her perfect cunt, and fuck me, I’m not going to last long.

Jacking off did not prepare me for the real thing.

Not when my fist versus Layla’s pussy is like night and day. There’s no comparison, just a weak attempt to ease an ache temporarily, and how the hell am I going to go back to my team while not having this at night?

“Layla,” I ground out, reaching down for her clit because I’m going to need her to come and fast. “I’m gonna need you to milk my cock and come because round one is the practice round. Round two is when we really start playin’.”

“You need to stretch first?” She smiles even though her breathing is still labored and she’s still hella turned on.

“And then some,” I return. “I might need to go rub one out in the bathroom before—” Layla spreads her legs wider for my fingers, putting herself on full display for me and my cock to fuck as we want.

“I’m here all night, Briggs Kerrigan. Do your worst, best, and everything in between.”

My body lunges forward, sinking deeper into her pussy, and it barely comes up for air before I’m driving into her again.

My thumb circles and toys with her little clit, while I fuck every emotion and shred of hopelessness out of me that I may have been fighting a lost cause for years.

But this was the medicine I needed to keep forging through.

There’s zero way Layla and I don’t work out. My girl needs me as much as I need her through everything. We’re perfectly imperfect together, but flawless when we’re like this.

Because nothing and no one feels this good to be with.

My body hums on a rhythm that’s only been hers. Especially when she throws her curls back from her face with a jerk and looks up at me like she just can’t wait for me to give her an orgasm.

There’s power behind those brownish-green eyes that controls me and works even harder for her. I was born to be hers, not an MLB player or some kid whose father couldn’t stand him, but hers.

And her body says the same thing.

Now, I just have to get her mind to finally agree despite all the bullshit we’ve been through.

“God damn, Short Stop, your cunt is stranglin’ me to come,” I manage to get out as she clenches around me. “Where do you want it?”

Her lips part, appearing captivated by my words, which she’s going to get used to fast again. “Inside me.”

Fuck.

My jaw locks to keep from finishing right now because I can feel my dick pulsating to spill every ounce of cum somewhere—anywhere—just so we can go again.

“Better think about that twice,” I urge, even though I don’t want her to. “Because you’re gonna get yourself into a whole lot of trouble.”

“I’m used to it.”

Not if I get you pregnant, you aren’t.

And I don’t need to explain to Layla how the birds and the bees work. She’s playing a dangerous game that might throw us back a few steps.

Maybe it’s a subtle opening to what she wants, but we haven’t discussed it in length. Regardless, if she gets pregnant, it doesn’t change what I’ve already determined in my head.

She’s always mine.

“Sounds like an issue,” I force from my lips. “Ever try sage, Short Stop?”

“Nothing keeps him away. He’s been chasin’ me for years.”

My lips coil proudly. “Can you blame me?”