If he did, I’d have to assume he was crazy and wanted to live in the sin bin. Lach’s jaw was tight. He was looking at Astor when I looked at him again, and I willed him to turn his attention back to me. As if he had access to my brain, he did. I tried to relay to him to calm the fuck down and keep his head in the game, but I wasn’t sure how I could say all of those words with just my eyes. I mouthed it to him, earning a smirk before he looked away to set his helmet back on his head and get back on the ice. Astor got next to him, and my stomach clenched as I waited for Lach’s reaction to whatever he said. I was going to be pissed if he got another two-minute penalty. Instead, Lach nodded, and they gave each other a fist bump. Men were so fucking weird. We won 3-2. Lach scored two, and Mason scored the last one. It was unreal.
CHAPTER18
LYLA
It would beimpossible for us to sneak around here. He had to know that. It was the only reason I said goodbye to his mom and brother after the game instead of sticking around. There was a crowd waiting for him anyway, all holding their phones out for selfies or something in their hands for him to autograph. Pride swelled inside me when I saw them. I remembered the feeling I got the first time I’d signed autographs, taken pictures, and smiled as I stepped off the pitch. I took my phone out and texted Marissa and Banks, telling them I’d wait outside by the entrance we’d walked in through. Since Banks didn’t want to carry his keys, he’d given them to me to put inside my bag, so it wasn’t like they could leave without me, but I needed to make sure they knew exactly where I was. I pressed my back against the glass and watched as the crowd continued walking through the doors.
According to Mar's last text, I’d been standing there for three minutes when I felt the hairs on my neck stand up. My heart stopped beating as I stood straight and started looking around. I wondered if this feeling would go away when I left Fairview or if it would persist forever. I couldn’t imagine it going away; as long as he knew my name and location, he’d find me. I didn’t want that to be true. I kept telling myself that there was no way he’d leave Fairview to look for me, but he was completely unhinged, and I wasn’t feeling too sure about that. My eyes looked through the crowd of people leaving, but I didn’t see him. Maybe I was being paranoid. Yes, I was being paranoid. Still, I jumped when my phone buzzed in my hand.
Marissa: wait for us in the truck
I stared at her text for a long moment. What were they doing that would take long enough for her to tell me to wait in the truck? I looked at the parking lot where Banks’s black truck was. It wasn’t far, and he’d parked near the light, so anything that happened outside the truck would be visible. There were enough people around to hear me if I screamed and see me if I struggled. I took a breath and joined the wall of people walking toward the lot. A group of people from Ellis University talked shit about Lachlan, which made me irrationally angry, so I focused on them.
I had to remind myself of all the times people openly talked shit about me after they lost a game and their pride was bruised. Still, hearing them trash Lachlan was different. I wanted to pull them by the jersey and punch them. Maybe I would have if a. I was crazy enough to do it, and b. they weren’t guys and a whole foot taller than me. They must have been basketball players with their build and height. When I made it close enough to the truck, I clicked the button to unlock the doors and took off in a sprint. I got into the driver’s seat, locked the doors, and turned the truck on. I made it. I took a relieved breath and moved to the back seat, where I’d sat on the way over.
I took a deep breath, and on my exhale, there was a loud knock on the window next to me. I screamed so loud and jumped so high out of my seat that the top of my head hit the roof. With a hand over my rapidly beating heart, I looked outside and saw Lachlan standing there.What the hell?I unlocked the door and grabbed the handle. I had barely touched it before it swung open, and Lachlan was in the backseat with me, shutting and locking it behind him. His eyes burned into mine. I could only stare at him, mouth slightly parted, still in shock — and now instantly turned on. He’d just had a shower; his hair was still wet, the smell of his soap filling the car. I wanted to lick him. My eyes must have shown something because his darkened even more if that were possible.
He said nothing, just wrapped a hand behind my neck and slammed his lips against mine with a deep growl that worked its way through me and settled between my legs. Our tongues danced in a fury of need, our hands tugging at hair, our shirts, anything we could grab ahold of to make us get closer. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. Through my thin biker shorts, I could feel how hard he was and instinctively ground my hips into him. He groaned into my mouth and pulled away from the kiss, still holding both sides of my face. His eyes were a deep green right now, still burning through me in a way that made a shiver rock through my entire body.
“Fuck,” he growled and brought his mouth to mine again. He pulled away to look at me. “I don’t have a condom, baby.”
“I don’t care. I’m. . .I don't. . .you already know I’ve never done it without one.”
His eyes darkened as they searched mine. “Me either.”
I ground my hips into him, and he crashed his lips against mine in a frenzy that I matched. He slowed this kiss, teased my lips, and swept his tongue into my mouth in a sensual dance. I rocked against him again, earning another growl. I pulled back slightly and bit his bottom lip as I rocked one more time before I settled back and rested my ass on his thighs.
“Aren’t you supposed to ride back with the team?” I searched his eyes, willing my heart to stop skipping for a moment.
“I told the coach I had a ride.”
“Can you do that?”
He cocked his head, a sexy smirk spreading across his face. “Did you not see me on the ice?”
“I saw everything.” I bit my lip to keep my smile at bay. It didn’t work and earned me a twinkle in his eyes.
“Everything, huh?” He leaned in and bit my lip again, gripping my hips. “Take my cock out.”
I immediately looked around. There were still people walking by. Some were standing in front of cars, busy in conversation. Banks’ tints were blackout dark. He’d gotten three tickets because of them and still refused to lighten them, but still. The car would surely move if we fucked in here.
“Lach.” My eyes widened at his.
“Take my cock out, Lyla James. I won’t ask again.”
I scrambled to do as he said. My hands shook as I lowered his sweats until they were beneath his thighs.
My eyes snapped to his. “No underwear?”
The spark in his eyes lit up in amusement. I shook my head but couldn’t reprimand him. Of course, he’d planned this, but when? When did he have time between the game and the short time he’d had to shower? I started to undress, not wanting to waste any time, now that I knew we were doing this.
He gripped the front of the jersey I wore, a fire in his eyes when I looked at him. “Keep this on.”
Jesus. I was a goner. I’d probably come before my shorts were completely off me. Somehow, I managed to undress from the bottom down quickly. He pulled me back onto his lap, his fingers digging into the flesh of each of my ass cheeks. That alone was making me shake. He let go of the left one and watched me as he brought his hand between us, his fingers moving slowly up and down my folds. He bit his lip and groaned, as if what he was doing to me was bringing him pleasure. I smiled at the sight. I loved seeing him like this, loved knowing I was the only one who had ever made him this way.
“Damn. So wet for me.” He dipped two fingers inside me, took them out, and massaged my other hole.
“Lach,” I breathed, eyes widening as I gripped his shoulders.
