Page 140 of The Score We Never Settled

And I definitely feel fuller with my cock so deep inside her perfect pussy that I’m about to combust in thirty seconds.

“Make sure the flower arrangement is perfectly centered, Ev,” I hear my sister, Adeline, say from the front space of the suite I booked out for them to be here for this. “It has to be—” I turn on the bathroom fan because listening to mysisterwhile I come isn’t something I’m capable of pulling off.

Plus, she’s been on that damn flower arrangement for the last ten minutes now.

My sisters are setting up a brunch celebration for me, and my father should be arriving any minute with Layla’s Uncle Ben. The two of them have been following me from city to city every few weeks to watch me play. I’ve had longer conversations with my dad, consisting of several full sentences instead of four to five words. I was completely closed off to the idea of having a relationship with him, completely good with ignoring him for the rest of my life; however, it made Layla happy that he was around. Which turned into her sitting with him, talking to him, he softened when she was around, and…well, it happened. Some of the tension broke off a little between us, and now he randomly texts me and, sometimes, asks me what the hell I was on that night because I couldn’t see the ball for shit.

Regardless, it’s happened, whether I planned it or not, he’s around.

Meanwhile, Layla’s tongue is coaxing the living shit out of my orgasm while I knead her ass for the hundredth time with her in my arms.

For the record, I didn’t start this.

I’ve always wanted Layla to be obsessed with me, and I’ve created a monster because half the time she’s on me before I can take notice of the hotel room we’re staying in or get off the phone with my manager. Her favorite thing to do is give me head while I’m trying to listen to Mercedes and whatever news or bullshit we need to go over. And, honestly, I’ve hung up on her a handful of times because coming with her voice in my ear wasn’t something I have the required skillset for either.

Not that I want it.

Layla’s lips break from mine, trailing to my cheek, then down to my jaw before she goes in for the kill and starts mauling my neck.

“Layla Jean, if I didn’t know any better, you’re trying to get me pregnant.”

She bursts out in a sweet succession of giggles and licks around the column of my neck again. “Wouldn’t that be something?”

“I’d say it’d be one of the best moments of my life.”

“Really?” She runs the tip of her nose along my skin and attacks my earlobe with her mouth. “I think you’d be too overprotective.”

“Of course I’d be overprotective. It’s my woman and my child.”

“I thought you were the one getting pregnant.”

I spread her ass, opening her wider so I can get deeper, and when I do, Layla’s head drops, and she bites down on my shoulder to keep herself from screaming.

“I’d love to never let you out of my sight, but we both know you’re never going to allow that to happen.”

She shakes her head but doesn’t say a word, probably because she can’t for fear she’ll be too loud.

Normally, I wouldn’t care, but I think I heard the door to the suite open, which means her Uncle Ben and my dad are here. But the idea of getting her pregnant has made me hard for years. I want as many as she’ll give me, and I don’t care if they’re all boys or girls. I just want us to live within another extent of this world that we created.

“Layla Jean, what am I going to do with you?” I coax, having dozens upon dozens of ideas in my head. “I think you sittin’ with my cum inside you for breakfast is what I’ll start out with today.”

She moans as her fingers clench harder around my triceps. Her knees tighten around my waist as I thrust and bounce her up and down my cock.

“So, goddamn tight, Short Stop. You drive me crazy, woman.”

She pulls her face back within the crook of my shoulder and kisses me, deep, soft, and sexy as fuck.

We’re a perfect mess of sloppy hands everywhere, moans muffled and groans low and full of lust.

When she shatters against me, she sucks on my bottom lip to keep from screaming, and I come so hard inside her I think I’m going to drop us to the floor from my knees, growing weak and giving out.

Propping my ass along the countertop, Layla peppers kisses along my face as her heavy exhales brush along my jawline.

I need a minute.

My endurance for this girl I’ve been extending and mastering because I’m in her so much, but I’m exhausted and, honestly, I want to crash with her in my arms.

“Two hours max,” Layla mutters along my flesh. “The girls are so excited. I couldn’t tell them no, I’m sorry.”