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“You know, cocks aren’t usually super sexy or anything, but you have a nice one.”
I snort. “Lyla, guys don’t usually like to hear that their cock isn’t attractive.”
“No. I said yours is. Come on.”
I shake my head, loving that she can be silly at a time like this. It should turn me off, but it doesn’t. This level of comfort is what people strive for.
I look over at Lyla, taking her body in before meeting her eyes. She gives me a coy little smile as she trails her fingers from her neck down to her breasts. She pulls the cups of her bra down, showing me her breasts before she slides back on the bed, moving so that she is propped up by my pillows. I do the same, glancing over at her. When she slides her fingers beneath her panties, I about lose it.
“Fuck, Lyla. That’s it. Show me what you like so when it’s my turn I can make you scream.”
She starts off slow, playing with herself. I match her pace. I see the moment she realizes what I’m doing too. She starts to speed up, then stops, making me stop.
The devilish look in her eye tells me I am in trouble.
Then she starts again, going hard. She rubs her clit before shoving two fingers inside of herself. She lets out soft little moans, biting her lip to be quiet. I almost wish we had the house to ourselves, I want to hear every sound she makes.
When she finally comes, my name is on her lips. I don’t last long after her, spilling all over my hand and jeans.
I wipe my hands on my jeans before I strip out of them completely, leaving them on the floor. Then I turn and cup Lyla’s cheek. When she opens her eyes and looks at me blissfully, I press my lips to hers.
She just gave me the world, and she doesn’t even know it.
seventeen
Walking around Wyatt’s room, I take it all in. His bed is made with the corners tucked in. I walk over to the corner of his room, where he has a few picture frames nailed into the wall. Two of the images are of mountains, one is of him and I’m assuming his parents based on how old he looks in the photos, and the three other ones are of him with friends that I recognize.
Kellan is in the picture, but it’s the other guys I am drawn to. Clayton James, Beckett Hayes, and Brett Woods. Three friends who he used to live and play with.
I haven’t officially met them yet, but I know they are still close. He talks about them often. With the way the group chat with their women is always popping off, I am not surprised. This is a tight-knit group.
“Sorry I took so long,” he mutters as he walks back into his room.
Turning, I take him in. He’s changed into a pair of black sweatpants with a matching hoodie. His hair is still damp from his shower. It’s a sexy look. One that has me wishing I could entice him to stay here instead of being social.
That’s not the complete truth, though. I am looking forward to my slice of normalcy.
“I didn’t mind. I hope it’s okay that I looked around,” I tell him.
Even though we have been in his room many times, I have always been focused on him. This is the first time he has really left me alone long enough for me to take in the small details.
“Of course it is.” He walks over and nods toward the frames in front of me. “That’s my favorite photo,” he says, pointing to one of him and the guys on the ice.
“It looks like it was taken right after a game,” I murmur.
“That was right after we won the championship my sophomore year. Grace snapped a photo since she knew it would be the last time we all played together. In college, at least. I have a couple with Calvin too, but he was new that year. This is the core group. The one that started the brotherhood that is surpassing anything we ever expected.”
“Why isn’t Brett suited up in it?” I ask, running my hand over his image.
Something I can’t name flashes through his eyes. “He was hurt and had to take the year off. Coach pretty much made him an assistant coach that year to make him feel like part of the team. The school was able to redshirt him so he could play again.”
“And did he play?” I ask.
He nods. “Last year. It took a lot of convincing, mostly from Emery, but he finally got his head back on his shoulders. Hecould have gone pro, but he didn’t want that. When he and Emery had Alissa, he decided he wanted a family more.”
“That is so sweet. I love that you have them in your life. You guys have a once-in-a-lifetime friendship. Time and distance doesn’t change anything for you. That’s amazing.”
“You can have that too. The girls love you. No matter what happens between me and you, they will have your back,” he reminds me.
