Power Play: A Second Chance Hockey Romance (Sinners on the Ice)
Power Play: A Second Chance Hockey Romance: Chapter 27

Now, October

Ever since our trip to Monterey, I’ve found myself down a Justin Bieber rabbit hole. I was never really a fan, but after I listened to “Baby” like ten times, Spotify started adding more and more of his songs to my playlists, and I can’t say I’m mad about it. Rapping my fingers over the steering wheel, I nod my head to the rhythm of “Sorry,” murmuring the lyrics under my breath.

My mood is so fucking good, I can’t help but smile. I played all five of our away games, and we won three of them, including the one last night against Washington. Lightness fills my bones, and happiness swims through my veins. Being a starter again helped boost my ego for sure, but Layla is the cherry on top. My FaceTime calls with her and Maya were the highlight of every day I spent on the road.

I can’t wait to see them, to squeeze them both in my arms and simply enjoy their company. I won’t even care if Layla won’t share a bed with me—that means shit in comparison to the connection I already have with Maya, to the bond I want to continue to strengthen.

I glance at the passenger seat, where the surprise for Maya sits. I paid double for it to be ready by the time I got home. An hour ride from the airport, and then another forty minutes to home are well worth it. I’d do absolutely anything for that little girl.

When I’m in my neighborhood, I think about calling Layla to ask if I should wait for them tonight. But, on the other hand, I need to go buy some food and change into something more comfortable than the black jeans and white shirt I’m wearing. Still indecisive, I park my car in the driveway and then freeze. A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth. Apparently, I don’t need to call her. Layla is already here, waiting on my front steps.

I jump out of my car and round it to grab the box with Maya’s gift from the passenger seat. Layla’s eyes are on me, practically devouring me. My skin ignites under her gaze. I grin, not even trying to contain myself. All the plans I had are going to be flushed down the toilet. Nothing is more important than her.

“Hey, Layla,” I greet her, coming closer. She’s in a long black skirt with a slit that starts above her knee, a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and white sneakers. Her hair is pinned to one side with her hairpin, which I finally realize has a Tinker Bell on it too, just like her ring. She twirls her ring around her finger, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

“Hi, Clay.” She stands up, eyeing the box in my hands. “What’s that?”

“It’s Maya’s surprise.”

Her arched brow only enhances the curiosity written all over her face. “And what is it?”

“It’s Maya’s surprise,” I repeat, stepping into her. My eyes fall on her round tits under her tight tee. “You’ll see it when she sees it.”

“Okay.” Layla rolls her eyes, her lips pouty.

“Where is she? I kinda thought you’d both be here.”

“I asked Angie to watch her.” Layla takes a deep breath, boring her gaze into mine. “She’s staying there for a sleepover.”

The hidden meaning behind her words isn’t lost on me. She wants to stay the night. And she wants to stay the night when it’s just us. When I can do anything to her without worrying about being heard.

“I need to warn you.” I move closer; my eyes are on her parted lips. “If you step into my house, we’re going straight to my bedroom…and you’re not leaving it until I say so.”

Her hand lands on my chest, and her chocolate brown eyes shimmer with a delighted glint. “I’ve been counting on it.”

Fuck, if my dick wasn’t hard already…

I grab her hand, entwining our fingers. Her palm is sizzling hot, sending shivers down my spine as I lead her to the front door. Quickly, I open it and step aside, letting her walk in first. My eyes stay on her the entire time, even when I close the door.

So many questions arise in my mind, so many answers I want to hear from her. And yet, I’m fucking tired of waiting, of staying away from her. I’ll ask everything later. Maybe in the morning. Or next week. It doesn’t matter. All I want now is her. To be inside her. It’s desperation in its finest form.

I put the box on the table by the front door and throw my keys and wallet next to it. Then I stalk toward her, standing so innocently in the middle of my hallway. This is something not a lot of people know, but there’s nothing innocent when it comes to Layla Benson. She’s sinful and devilish and so incredibly passionate…I’ve never met a girl like her.

She’s one of a kind.

“What do you want to do first?” I ask, helping her take off her leather jacket. When it lands on the floor, my eyes roam over her gorgeous face and down her deliciously hot body. I don’t think I’ll last long the first time my dick slides inside her pussy.

“You,” she whispers.

“You’ll need to be more specific with your requests, Mama,” I tell her, bending down to capture her lips with mine.

It’s hot and hard from the very first brush of our tongues. My hands curl around her waist, drawing her in, trapping her in my embrace. I ravish her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip and teasing her with my tongue. The way my heart beats is insane; it’s pounding in my chest, the vibration spreading through my skin. I cup her face with my palm, tilting her head for me, my fingers threading through her blond locks.

“Perfection…just like you always were,” I murmur against her mouth, our hot breaths mingling.

I start moving us toward my bedroom. She’s going backward, eyes locked on me, conveying her need for me better than words ever could. We stumble into my bedroom, and I push the door closed. It’s just us now, in this moment and place. The past, the mistakes, our future. It all stays behind that door. At least for now.

Layla’s fingers fly to my shirt, unbuttoning it impatiently. Once she’s done, she tears it off me and tosses it to the ground, her gaze not wavering from me for even a second. “God, why are you so beautiful?” she says breathlessly.

I smirk. “I’m not as beautiful as you are, but thank you.” Her gaze darkens, and I don’t like the change. I wrap my arms around her and haul her to my chest, my head bent to have a better look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid.” Layla tries to reach for my jeans, but I don’t let her.

“What’s wrong? Tell me, please.”

Biting her bottom lip, she looks away. Her eyes hastily move around the room, her breath quickening as she does. “I don’t look the way I used to. I don’t wear the same size I used to. I’m just…more, in every meaning of the word. Way more than you remember.”

I study her quietly. All the things I’ve been noticing start making sense. How she constantly tries to pull down her dresses, how she wears those loose tees and baggy jeans. How she asked me to turn off the light, when all I wanted was to see her.

A lonely tear slips out of her eye, and my heart cracks.

No. I can’t let her think this way about herself and her body.

I lead her to the full-length mirror and pull her to stand in front of me so she’s facing it. Tears stream freely down her face, her lips trembling.

“What do you see?” I whisper in her ear, pushing her hair aside.

“Myself. A simple little old me.”

“And what do you think?”

Layla hesitates, casting her gaze down to the floor. Chewing on her bottom lip, she fiddles with her skirt. “That I’m fat. That I can’t lose all this extra weight no matter how much I control my eating habits, how much time I spend at the gym. That I’ve never been the most beautiful girl in the room, but now it’s worse because I don’t even have my body to feel better. That I’m unattractive, and no one would want a girl with such a chubby stomach.”

Fucking hell. How could she even think this way about herself?

“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, her unshed tears glimmering in the last rays of the setting sun. “I see the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life. The girl I couldn’t stop thinking about for almost a year and a half before I finally stopped being chickenshit and went for what I wanted.”

My hands slide from her waist to her hips, and I slowly unzip her skirt. Layla sucks in a breath when I push her skirt down, leaving her in her black panties. The view of those round hips makes my dick even harder.

“These fucking hips and this round ass make me go feral.” I feel her, gliding my hands over her skin. She shivers. “I never, ever wanted anyone more than I want you because for me you’re perfection. There’s just you and no one else.”

I reach for the hem of her T-shirt, and she places her hands on mine, stopping me. With a slight shake of her head, her eyes beg me not to take it off.

“Let me see you,” I plead, waiting for her to decide. “Please, let me see you, Layla.”

She catches one of her tears at the corner of her mouth and licks it. Her nose and cheeks are red from her tears. Then she drops her hands, her eyes locked on mine in the reflection of the mirror. As slowly as possible, I take her tee off and toss it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. Wow. Her breasts are fuller and rounder than I remember. My mouth waters from the sight of her in her lacy black bra.

I place my hands on her stomach, tracing the perfect curve of her waist, her stretch marks. If anything, she’s even more stunning than she was before. “Your body is incredible, Layla. All these lines and curves make my heart beat so fast, I’m dizzy. There’s such a glow about you. It draws me in, and no matter where I look, I always see you. You are my true north because it’s always only been you.” I unclasp her bra; her breasts are now on full display. I lick my dry lips because there’s nothing I want more than her puckered nipples in my mouth. “Your body has brought life into this world, your cutest little Princess…and dear God, I swear it’s the most beautiful, powerful thing in the world. You are everything.”

“Clay…” Layla’s voice trembles when I take a step back. I round her and drop to my knees in front of her. She looks down, her body shuddering as I slide my hands up her calves and to her thighs.

I take off her panties, holding her gaze. She’s completely naked in front of me, and I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop admiring. Ravishing. I want her even more than I did before, and truthfully, I never thought that was possible. I’m even more obsessed with Layla than ever.

“Spread your legs for me,” I order, and she does. Her hand is resting right above her breasts. Her chest rises and falls erratically. “And now look at yourself in the mirror while I feast on your pussy the way you deserve. Like it’s the most delicious cunt in the world.”

I dive in and suck her clit into my mouth. My tongue plays with her little nub, circling and teasing. She stumbles back, her legs failing her. I grab her ass with my hands, holding her tight.

“God, you taste like fucking heaven.” I blow hot air on her clit before sucking it into my mouth again. With a pop, I release it, only to suck it inside again. My teeth and tongue devour every inch of her dripping pussy.

“Clay, don’t stop.” Her fingers dig into my scalp, her moans resonating loud in my room. “Please, don’t stop.”

I lap my tongue over her clit again and again. Still holding her in place with one hand, I slip my other between her legs, trailing her folds with my fingers. She’s so fucking wet, I come a little bit.

“So good,” I whisper, pushing one of my fingers inside her pussy. “So fucking tasty.”

I slip another finger inside her, moving them up and down until I’m knuckles deep. My tongue swirls and curls around her clit. Her fingers tangle in my hair, making my vision blur as she pulls at my roots. Matching my rhythm, she starts circling her hips, meeting me halfway. Her pussy rubs all over my face, her scent and her wetness covering my lips and my beard, and I’m fucking loving it.

“Just like that, baby,” I coo. “Ride my fucking face. Take what you need.”

Layla holds me in place, my fingers fucking her relentlessly. She’s close to her orgasm, and I’m kinda smug. Her body shudders, her legs giving out. My name spills from her parted lips like a song.

“Clay, oh my God, oh my…Oh, God…” Layla comes hard, pure pleasure on her face, her eyes hooded and her lips parted.

I move away when I feel I’ve licked her dry, her arousal on my lips and tongue. Standing up, I hover over her, my gaze coasting over her flushed cheeks, the naughty smile splitting her lips.

“I don’t expect you to start thinking differently about your body right away. It’s unrealistic,” I say, taking her chin between my thumb and index finger. “But I want you to tell me when you’re feeling like that so I can shower your body with the love and care it deserves. Because for me”—I let go of her chin and wrap my arms around her waist—“this is the sexiest, most stunning body I’ve ever seen. Okay?”

“Okay.” Layla nods.

I lower my head, and our lips immediately connect. We kiss and kiss, our hands moving around each other’s bodies as we make our way to my bed. She unzips my fly and unbuttons my jeans. When my legs hit the mattress, we stop, and Layla rears back. She pushes me, and I fall onto my back, staring up at her with delight.

Layla climbs onto my bed and pulls down my jeans. Once they land on the floor, along with my briefs, her gaze focuses on my dick. She licks her bottom lip. Her eyes are full of fire.

“Layla,” I say. “Just for the record, I might not last long.”

“You’re underestimating yourself.” She wraps her hand around my shaft and gives it a few pumps. I close my eyes, a groan of pleasure springing out of my mouth. “You once fucked me for an hour straight, no breaks.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I confess, opening my eyes. Layla takes her hand off my dick, her eyebrows piercing together.

“No…” she mutters, shaking her head. “You can’t…That’s not possible.”

“It is.” I smile, propping myself up on my elbows. “I haven’t slept with anyone since our last time. I didn’t want to.”

“But that was…four years ago.”

“I know.”

“It was before I met…him. Before I had Maya.”

“I know.” I reach for her, wind my hands around her waist, and draw her into me until she straddles my legs. “I didn’t want to have sex if it wasn’t with you. I only ever wanted you. It’s been like that since you agreed to be with me my senior year in college.”

Her mouth is open as she studies me in silence. I wait. I don’t regret my decision, and I don’t regret telling her the truth. It’s always only been her.

Layla moves back an inch, her hand slipping between us. Hoisting herself up, she guides my dick to her entrance. Our eyes lock on each other; no sound leaves our mouths. With a deep sigh, she sinks down on my cock, and I let my head fall back on the covers.

“Jesus, your pussy feels incredible. A fucking paradise…”

Her hands are resting on my chest as she rides my dick slowly, rotating her hips. I place my palms on her thighs, holding her. I give her all control, all the reins, not trying to urge her faster. Tonight, she’s the one who rules, who has me completely at her mercy.

My gaze coasts over her face and down her breasts. Her full tits bounce up and down as she moves, fucking me slowly.

“Fucking perfect,” I groan, shutting my eyes. “So good…I’m almost there, baby…”

Layla moves with more intention, taking me deeper and deeper. Her sweet pussy swallows my cock more and more until I’m balls deep. She starts moving faster, and my release sparks in my lower abdomen. It builds and builds and builds.

“Baby…I’m gonna come…We need to stop…”

“I want your cum inside my pussy, Clay…” she states. My eyes fly open. “I’m on the pill. Please, fill me with your cum.”

With a guttural groan, I throw my head back as my orgasm smashes into me. I come and come, spilling myself inside her. She milks me dry, not stopping until her second orgasm overpowers her too.

Layla lowers herself onto my chest, my cock still deep inside her. I push her hair off her face, gently tucking it away. Our eyes meet, and she smiles.

“Can I stay the night?” she asks quietly.

“I thought I told you, you can’t leave until I say so.”

“Then I’m not leaving?”

“You definitely aren’t.” I put my index finger under her chin, tip her face up, and kiss her lips.

Everything else stops mattering to me.