“Seriously, dude? Stop being a pussy chicken,” Lyla taunts him.
“Yessss. Such a pussy chicken,” Jason screams.
“You’re using my own term against me. I thought we were friends,” Calvin mutters.
“We are. You wanted it to catch on, didn’t you?” Lyla asks him.
He sighs. “Yes. Fuck. How do you keep doing that?”
The round ends, the screen showing that Lyla indeed has the most kills.
“Okay, I bow down to the queen. I will not fuck with you,” Jason promises her.
“Oh, I know that. You wouldn’t be able to handle my wrath.” She pats his shoulder as she gets up to stretch.
My eyes fall to the sliver of skin that shows on her stomach when she does. God, I am such a sap. A small glimpse of skin has me rock-hard in my pants.
The front door opens then shuts, drawing all of our attention.
“Lyla, you are still here. Good.” Cora comes over, hugging my girl.
Grace comes over and does the same to me.
“Good to see you again. Sorry I haven’t made it to many games this season. Or really been able to hang out and get to know you better. Traveling from Boston to here has been time-consuming. I’m glad it’s only a year.” Grace sighs.
“No hard feelings. Grace, have you officially met Lyla yet?”
Grace lets go of me and turns to Lyla. “I haven’t. It’s nice to meet you. Sorry it’s taken me so long.”
“It’s nice to meet you too and don’t worry about it. You’re here now,” Lyla tells her with a gentle smile.
I like how close they have grown. It makes me think she might actually stay. She and Cora are basically best friends now. They text all the time. Cora also added her to the WAGs group chat with Grace, Peyton, and Emery. According to Kellan, she doesn’t say much, but I like that she’s there.
She’s friends with my friends, which makes me happy.
I’m trying to manage my expectations, but when it comes to Lyla, that will never happen. I want it all with her. It’s go big or go home, and I don’t plan to go home without a ring on her finger.
“What are you up to? Are they making you play that stupid game? I am so bad at it,” Cora tells her.
Lyla snorts as Calvin pouts.
“What? What did I say?” Cora asks as she moves toward Kellan.
He pulls her down into his lap. “She wiped the floor with us,” he tells her.
“Seriously?” Cora turns to see Lyla nod. “Oh, I have to see this.”
“Me too. I’m not too bad at it, but they still beat me,” Grace says, taking the spot Lyla was sitting in.
It leaves only one spot for Lyla. I half expect her to opt to sit on the floor. I won’t let her, but I wait to see what move she makes. My eyes widen when she slides onto my lap. Now any other day, I would be happy for this, but my cock hasn’t deflated yet. I try to adjust so that she can’t tell, but there is no use.
I feel the moment she feels it. She stiffens on my lap before turning to look at me.
“Sorry,” I whisper into her ear.
She leans closer so she can reach my ear. “Is that from me?”
When I nod, she smiles shyly at me. She goes to move, but I hold her hips in place.
