SEVEN
Donovan
He liked the way her skin looked in the early morning light. It had become a habit, Layla in his bed on Saturday mornings, her naked back next to him, skin pale, but flawless, soft. She’d leave within the hour. So would he. Coach Mullens liked eight a.m. practices and Layla liked sneaking back to her bedroom after her father left for them. But before Donovan let her slip away, he traced a finger down the tiny bumps of her spine, smiling when she wiggled in her sleep.
“Unless you have other plans for that finger, Donley, I suggest you remove it.”
“You want me to use it on you, Layla?” He rubbed against her, covering her mouth when he slid the tip of his finger between her folds and she yelped in surprise. That shocked gasp lowered, turned into a moan as Donovan moved her on her back, and pulled her legs over his shoulders. “My finger or tongue? You pick.”
“I bet Thor wouldn’t talk this much.”
He swatted her ass, loving how she groaned at the sound, at the sting that she seemed to relish. “Choose.”
But she never let him have the upper hand. Not completely and Donovan hated how much he loved that. Layla stretched her arm above her head on the pillow, wiggled deeper into the mattress and smirked at him, a challenge in her eyes that only made Donovan eager, hard. The delicate pink of her tongue went across her bottom lip and that smirk straightened, one of Layla’s eyebrow moving up.
“Both.”
He obliged, working over her, loving the heady scent of her body, the warmth of her soft pussy, wanting to fill it. Wanting her to feel him. When his tongue and fingers had given her the ride she’d asked for, Donovan licked up her stomach, rolling one nipple between his lips.
“Layla.” She managed a weak grunt, letting him know she was listening. “Are you clean?”
“What?”
Her sharp slap against Donovan’s head stung and he winced, rolling away from her when she hit him again. “What’s the problem? Stop!” Donovan dodge her fingernails, but just barely.
“What the hell kind of question is that?”
“Jesus, I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole.” She started to roll over, acting like she couldn’t get away from him fast enough, but Donovan wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling that fine, bare ass back onto the mattress, her small hands clasped with his on her pillow above her head. “Would you hear me out?”
Scowling, Layla leaned away, tried fighting out of his hold, as though the idea of their skin touching made her sick. When she started shaking her foot, moving the entire bed in the process, Donovan rested his forehead on her chest, placing a light kiss over her heart. That seemed to calm her, at least slow the shaking foot. “You have…” she glanced at the clock on Donovan’s bedside table and then glared at him, “ten minutes.”
“I’ll take two.” Layla didn’t fight Donovan when he moved his thighs over her hips, releasing her hands to brush his fingertips down her ribs, under the swell of her perky, beautiful tits. “You’re on the pill, you told me that.” She nodded, but her low lidded eyes told Donovan that she didn’t like where he was going. “Relax, brat,” he told her, brushing a long wave of white blonde hair from her cheek. “You ever do it bare?”
“You mean, like, nothing at all, no condom or anything?” Donovan nodded, getting excited when Layla didn’t hit him again. She bit her bottom lip, finally shaking her head.
“Me either. Not once.”
“You… that’s what you want to do?” Donovan’s smiled seemed to be all the confirmation Layla needed. “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“You want to do me bareback. I want to know why.”
He hated when she wanted clarifications, when she put too much thought in the things that Donovan wanted from her. “I thought we agreed not to over analyze any of this.”
“This isn’t overanalyzing. This is me requiring an explanation of why you want to do something with me that you haven’t done with anyone else.”
He understood why she wanted to know, but the truth was, he didn’t have an answer for her. Donovan only knew he liked the possibility of what Layla, completely raw to him would feel like. “Layla, you have the sweetest, tightest pussy I’ve ever been inside of.” He kissed down her chest, her neck, licking a wet line over the top of her breasts and stayed there, nibbling against her skin. “I have dreams about it, how it feels moving, rocking against those tight muscles, touching you deeper each time. I just wanna know if that sweet, delicious pussy is tighter, wetter with nothing between us.”
He could feel her swallowing, a tiny pant releasing from her mouth before she pushed him back, making him rest on his hands to get a good look at her. “And you’ve honestly never done that before?”
“You wanna know if I’m clean?” She nodded. “Have you met your father?”
“A few times.”
“Uh huh. You know how fucking anal he is about testing us for absolutely everything?” The man was insane, domineering and Donovan closed his eyes, reminded himself not to insult his coach in front of Layla. “And when he finds out one of his players is dating a new girl, he makes them have their girl tested too.”
Her mouth fell open. “He does not.”
“Ask Autumn. Declan said your dad caught an earful from her when he insisted she get tested.”
He liked her smile just then, that easy laughter that was honest, not forced. He didn’t get to see that often. “I bet he did.”
“My point is that I’m squeaky fucking clean.” Donovan would have given anything to know what she was thinking when she looked at him like that. Those bright blue eyes were too calculating, too serious and it was all Donovan could do to keep relaxed, but he still held his breath as she stared at him. “You too? Have you been tested?”
“You’re the only person I’m sleeping with.” He didn’t mean to smile at her, knew that he seemed too pleased, too proud. Layla being Layla, though, cleared that smile from his face. No one could cut him to the quick like her. “For now, anyway.”
Donovan hadn’t exactly warmed to the idea that Layla could be giving someone else what he thought was his, at least temporarily, but he knew her. He knew most women. If he told her that, she’d read way more into it than he wanted. So he deflected. “When was your last test?”
“A year ago. There was a ‘Be the Match’ bone marrow drive in Beechum Hall. They only took people with clean tests.”
“And since then?”
“I told you, Donley,” she added an eye roll that Donovan thought was fake, “you’re the only one I’m sleeping with.” When he narrowed his eyes at her, she sighed. “You’re the only one I’ve been with since that bone marrow drive.”
“You and Walter?” He doubted anything had gone on between Layla and the Rent-a-Cop. That asshole had a stick so far up his ass he walked like someone was pulling a string out of the top of his head.
“Are you serious?” Hearing Layla’s loud laugh had Donovan relaxing a bit more. “He wouldn’t know where to stick the vital parts. He’s clueless and definitely not my type.”
“But you were together for six months.”
“You were counting?” Donovan calmed when she waved her hand, as though she didn’t need an answer to her question. “I didn’t let him touch me. I’m clean. We can go bareback if you want.”
“Seriously?” She nodded, her laughter rising as Donovan quickly pushed her legs a part, ready for her, eager to feel all of her.
“You idiot, now?” she asked, pushing on his chest.
“Why not?” He was already guiding himself over her folds, loving the feeling of her heat.
“Because you have practice and I need to get home.”
“Layla, come on…” He knew she liked it when he nibbled on her nipple with just a touch of his teeth pressing down and so he did just that, smiling against her skin when she moaned. “I’ll be quick and you know…”
She pushed down on his shoulders, making Donovan release her breast with a loud pop. “Did you hear that?”
Head tilted and his attention off the sweet smell of Layla below him, Donovan narrowed his eyes, listening for what she’d heard. “I don’t…”
“Hey mate, you awake?”
Perfect timing, Declan.
“Shit!” Layla’s quick whisper of a shout matched Donovan’s and they both scrambled away from each other as his best friend knocked on the door.
“Fuck. Get up.” He had to think of something quick, something that would keep Layla out of Declan’s sight. God knows what the Irishman would do if he found her in here. A glance around his messy room, and Donovan took her elbow, leading her away from the bed. “Go in the bathroom.”
“What? Are you serious?”
Swinging his gaze from the door Declan kept knocking on, to Layla’s increasing fury, Donovan whispered, dragging Layla to the open bathroom door. “You want Declan to know what we’re doing?”
“Oh God,” she said, hurrying to slip her skirt over her hips. “This is ridiculous.”
“Donovan? Let’s go mate.” The doorknob twisted, but didn’t open and Donovan said a small prayer of thanks that he’d remembered to lock the door. “What are you doing in there? I brought my car so we can run the track in Willow Peak before practice.” Declan continued to beat on the door, this time making the hinges rattle.
“Hang on a sec,” Donovan shouted and then Declan’s constant banging against the door stopped.
“What’s the problem? You bare arsed or something?”
Donovan hopped on one foot as he jerked on his boxers, then his practice shorts up his leg. “Um, yeah, I am. I ah, locked the door because Jeff kept, uh, coming in here to use my bathroom last night because he’s, um, too lazy to move too far from the XBox.”
Layla shook her head and Donovan shrugged, knowing the excuse was stupid. He hoped Declan didn’t remember that his roommate Jeff had moved in with his girlfriend. Donovan hated to imagine what kind of girl would put up with his sloppy ass.
“Just give me a sec.”
Donovan pushed Layla into the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and helping her with her bra as Declan started chatting about something Donovan couldn’t quite make out.
“Quinn at hospital, which, the bollicks won’t bloody stay away from…”
Finally, Layla had her rumpled clothes on and tried straightening out the wrinkles as Donovan raced back into his room, grabbing his shirt. He was almost to the door with his shoes under his arm and his head through the neck of his practice tee when he darted back to the bathroom to find Layla scowling as she waiting on the edge of the tub.
Smile wide and his eyebrows wagging, Donovan stole a kiss which Layla seemed too surprised to pull away from. “Sorry. Rain check on going mctavish, right?”
She pushed him out of the bathroom and he could tell she was trying hard not to laugh at him. “You owe me, Donley.”
“And I’ll pay you back.” He finished tugging his shirt on and winked at her. “You’ll love how I pay back. Promise.”