“OH MY GOD.” She loses it again, her laughter making me laugh now. She wipes her face and takes a couple of deep breaths before she calms down enough to stare at me again. “You know what I find crazy?”
“Let me guess.” I shoot her an unamused look. “Me.”
“Well, I think that’s pretty obvious,” she says. “What I think is crazy is that you’re so fucking hot and popular, and you’re this much of a stalker.”
I stare at her. She can’t possibly think I’ve done this before. My entire life, women have thrown themselves at me. I’ve never even had to speak in order to get one to fuck. Really, I can’t think of a time that I initiated something. Maybe that’s arrogant and makes me sound like a douchebag, but it’s the reality of it. I know I’m hot. I’ve always been aware of it. All I have to do is smile, and it’s in the bag. No speaking required on my end to close the deal. The first time I ever even remotely hinted to someone that I’d take them home was to freaking Lyla at the sorority party where I met her. First time ever. And sure, I’d stalked my father a little, but even that wasn’t this extensive. She sets a hand on her hip and waits for me to respond.
“I’ve only ever stalked you,” I say finally. “I’ve never even asked a woman to go home with me.”
“Really?” She shoots me a droll look. “I clearly remember—”
“A woman who’s not you,” I say, interrupting her. “Don’t you understand by now that you’re the only person who makes me do crazy shit?”
She purses her lips. “Well, I stand by my words. You’re too hot to be a stalker.”
“And you’re too hot not to be stalked,” I respond. “I wanted you, and you wouldn’t give me any information, so I had to go looking.”
“I can’t even. . .” She laughs again. “How the hell did you even find him?”
“I went down some rabbit hole that led me to him and then I looked through all his posts,” I say, “Which by the way, the only straight men who post as much as he does are cocky and annoying as fuck.”
“Says the cockiest man on the planet,” she says, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m not cocky.” I set a hand on my chest, taking a step back because I’m not.
“Lachlan Duke,” she says, walking around the bed until she’s right in front of me. “You are the cockiest person I know.”
“Says you.” I pick her up and kiss her, as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I’m only cocky when it comes to sports and things that require competing,” she says, a smile blooming on her face. “And is it even cocky, if you’re actually the best?”
That makes me laugh wholeheartedly. As I laugh, I kiss her three times in sequence. “Well, there you go. I’m not cocky. I just know I’m the hottest, best hockey player on the planet.”
She searches my eyes for a long time before kissing me thoroughly but pulls back when I groan into her mouth and try to deepen the kiss. “I’m going to show up at your mom’s house, ransack your old room, and burn anything your exes gave you.”
“Hm.” I bite her lip. I fucked her not even an hour ago, and I really feel like if I don’t fuck her right now, I’ll go out of my mind. “I don’t think anyone’s given me anything, and if they did, I sure as hell didn’t keep it.”
I let her kiss me one last time, before I throw her on the bed and yank her leggings down. She claws at me like I can’t get inside her fast enough. I sink my fingers between her legs and find her wet and ready for me, and when I finally thrust inside and her pussy squeezes my cock, the last bit of control I was holding onto snaps.
CHAPTER53
LYLA
“You’re so fucking beautiful,”he murmurs behind my ear, looking at our reflections in the full-length mirror, as he wraps his arms around me.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, taking him in.
He’s wearing a navy blue suit, no tie, with the top button of his crisp white dress shirt undone, his beard just a tad fuller than a five o’clock shadow, his deep green eyes hungrily taking over me, and his hair disheveled in a way that drives me crazy and makes me want to strip off all his clothes. Again. Despite the fact that I’m really sore there right now.
My silk dress reaches beneath my knees and the green tone almost matches his eyes. With my gold heels, the top of my head reaches his nose, so he doesn’t have to dip as low to kiss me, which I love. He does dip, though, and kisses the side of my neck.
“God, you smell good,” he murmurs, nuzzling into me.
A shiver rakes through me and I dig my nails into his forearms. His eyes snap up to mine again, and despite the soreness between my legs, the mischief in his eyes makes my stomach clench and heart somersault.
“We don’t have time for that,” I warn.
“I know.” He groans against me, making another shiver run through me. I feel his incredibly hard cock on my ass and shoot him a warning look that makes him grin as he straightens. “I’ll behave. For now.”
