18

James Neal had been in Nashville for several weeks now. Between the real estate search with a "good southern girl" who was more interested in selling herself than a property, training camp and now preseason, he was exhausted. The first game of the season is scheduled for this Friday. Three more days to mope in his loneliness. Although the guys had tried to include him, James just wasn't feeling it.
Finally, after practice the Tuesday before the season opener, Shea Weber had enough of his wallowing.
"Neal! We're going out tonight as a team, Captain's orders!" Shea bellowed over the locker room chatter with a shit eating grin on his face.
James was sitting in his stall removing his gear. When he opened his mouth to protest, he was silenced by a woman walking into the room with a bang of the door. She was petite, just over five feet and curvy. The way a woman should be but very different from what James was used to. She was wearing jeans and a tank top with flip flops, the weather was still warm out. Her long brown hair was in a fishtail braid over her shoulder. Her green eyes framed by luscious lashes, a beauty mark under her right eye, and nude lipstick on her full lips. She looked like a pin up plucked from the 1950's plopped into 2014 Nashville.
"Shea, you ass! You were supposed to pick me up from the airport!" She yelled good humoredly with a smile on her face. James stared on wide eyed, not sure what to make of her as she marched over to Shea took off her shoe and slapped him with it. He laughed and yelled with mirth, "Knock it off Layla! It was an accident! You know I have a bad memory!" She smirked, "For everything but hockey, I know." All the guys started to rush over to her in a flail of body parts trying to be the first to hug her. James stayed rooted in his seat, not sure what to think so he shook his head and continued with putting away his things.
Shea came over with Layla by his side, both smiling. "Jay, this is my sister, Layla. Lay, this is Jimmy. He's new here this season." James smiled and stuck out his hand to shake hers in greeting. "How sweet!" she said while stepping forward. "We don't shake hands in the Weber family, we hug!" She then wrapped her arms around James's middle just under his arms. She comes up to his shoulder and fits well into his arms. Shea is smirking at the look of shock on James's face and knows he made the right choice in moving his sister’s flight up a few days. If anyone could pull him out of the funk he was in, it was her. She's so bubbly and happy it's contagious.
At this point Layla walked out of the locker room to wait in the family lounge while the guys showered and dressed. The entire time James was getting ready he was in a daze thinking about Layla. She smelled of vanilla and something sweet but not floral, he just didn't know what. And the feel of her petite body nestled into his, even for a moment, sent a flurry of indecent thoughts running through his mind. Before anyone left Shea reminded them that they were meeting for dinner and drinks at a sports bar in town.
All James wanted was to get home, take a nap, then get ready to go. He wasn't really in the mood to socialize right now, so he left with a nod of acknowledgment in Shea’s direction and left.

Layla was watching from the couch as all of her brothers teammates filed out of the locker room. Most waved to her or stopped to talk, all but one, actually. James just quietly walked out without a glance her way. To say the least, she was confused.
After all the guys left she and Shea headed to his condo in the heart of Nashville. On the ride there, she could see why her brother was so concerned for James. What Layla didn't know, was Shea was also concerned for her as well. She's a 21 year old girl who hasn't dated in two years and is in need of a good guy. Shea may not know much about James, but he knows one thing for sure, James is a good person and would be good for his sister. Even if they're only friends for now.
When they walked into the condo Layla immediately went to the spare bedroom to lay down. It had been a busy morning. And she knew her two week fall break would be busy here as well. Shea can't cook to save his life so she'll stock his freezer with home cooked meals. But, that's a job for another day.
When she woke up Layla took a shower and got ready. She left her hair in a braid and her makeup the same. The only real difference was in her wardrobe. She decided to toss on some low top converse, shorts and a black v neck t-shirt. She then sprayed herself with her perfume, a one of a kind, vanilla, frankincense and myrrh. It was her favorite.
Layla made her way to the living room to see Shea sitting with James Neal on the couch. She smiled and sat down on the matching recliner. “Hey guys” she said. James smiled and Shea rolled his eyes at James. “Ready to go?” She asked. “Yeah.” “Sure.” Their two responses garbled out.
Since James lived in the same building as Shea the three rode together in Layla’s rental. (She knew Shea would most likely be too drunk to drive home or go home with a girl, no point in hunting him down for his keys.) As they pulled up to Teakwoods, they saw some of the guys milling around out front waiting for the captain to arrive. This little outing was after all, his idea.
When the three of them walked into the bar and grille, the waitress immediately recognized the team and had their usual tables set up for them.
Many drinks were shared and much food was eaten by the time 11 rolled around. This was the time that most of the married and taken men left for the evening to spend time with their significant others.
It was at this point that the party was moved to a local club. As soon as they got in the door everyone scattered. Some to the dance floor, some to the bar, but all with one goal in mind, finding a woman to share the night with. Only James and Layla were left at the door. They glanced at each other, then James quickly glanced away. Layla rolled her eyes. She had spent most of the evening with James. They had talked and laughed along with everyone but being alone in a sea of people with her made him nervous. All those indecent thoughts came racing back. The same thoughts that Layla herself was entertaining. She wondered if he would object to taking her back to his place and having his way with her.
Knowing now was not the right time to even broach the idea with James she grabbed his hand and lead him to the bar. They both ordered shots. Layla then dragged James onto the dance floor. She turned her back to him and brought their bodies flush against each other. Raising her right arm back and around his neck she started to sway to the beat of the music. James was stiff at first, not sure what to do. But by the end of the first song he loosened up enough to really grab onto her hips and sway along with her. Toward the end of another song some time later, Layla turned her head to say something. Their eyes caught, green to blue. James then threw caution to the wind, leaned down and captured her lips in a searing, demanding kiss.
Shocked, Layla was momentarily paralyzed but was brought back into the moment by James turning her body so they were flush, breast to chest. She then brought her other arm up around James’s neck and returned the kiss with fervor. Even with the ground shaking music and all the other bodies, James and Layla felt like they were the only two in the room. The earth shattering, lust inducing kiss drove them crazy.
As Layla slowly disengaged from James’s mouth she leaned up to say in his ear, “Take me back to your place?” James took this as the go ahead to fulfill his fantasies. He quickly nodded and placed a quick kiss on her lips then pulled her to the exit of the club. Hailing a cab, they slid into the back seat, gave the driver the address, then picked up right where they left off in the club.
Layla leaned into James and connected their lips again. He grabbed onto her neck and proceeded to mimic what his body was going to do to her with his tongue in her mouth. Layla mewled like a cat in heat. But that’s when the driver cut them short with a harsh stop. James tossed some cash at the driver and pulled Layla from the car.
They stumbled in a mass of limbs into the elevator, James pushed the button to the fifteenth floor, then pushed Layla up against the elevator wall. She gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist pressing her hot core into his pelvis only to feel her need mirrored in his. James took her gasp as an opportunity to go in for another wet, wild kiss. The kiss grew in passion and hands wandered. Hers into his unkempt locks. His to her breast and bum. Just as James was about to move his hand under her shirt the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
With Layla still in his arms James rushed to his door, stumbled with unlocking it, and finally, opening and closing the door quickly with force. He couldn’t wait to get her naked and into his bed. Layla felt the same way. She calculated, fifteen seconds to get her shoes and socks off, three for her shirt and three for her shorts.
“James” she whispered against his lips, “Show me your bedroom.”
He set her down with a nod then led her by the hand into his messy bedroom. Not that it mattered much to either of them at the moment.
Layla proceeded to push James onto the bed, walked to the door and closed it.
When she turned back around she smiled like the cat who caught the canary. Then proceeded to strip for James. First to go was one shoe, step, then the sock, step, other shoe, step, other sock, step. James gulped he never knew a woman removing shoes could ever be such a turn on.
Noticing the fire in James’s eyes increase to incendiary, Layla took pity on him. Her shirt came over her head, step, then her shorts, step. The last step landed her between James’s open legs leaving her in only her black lace bra and panties.
He gripped her hips and tossed her onto the bed. “Nice show, doll.” He said wickedly. Layla squirmed on the bed with need as James pulled his shirt over his head. Then he pushed her onto her back and crawled up her body.
She groaned in delight as he lowered his weight onto her. Connecting their lips briefly James then pulled away to scatter kisses down her jaw to her neck. “Do” kiss “You” kiss “Have” kiss “Any” kiss “Idea” kiss “What” kiss “You” kiss “Do” kiss “To” kiss “Me?” kiss. At this point James found himself at the valley between her perky breasts. Layla panted and shook her head in response. James bit her left nipple under the black lace fabric causing her to arch and whine for more. Taking this chance to remove her bra James sat back and took in the sight of Layla on her back in nothing but a scrap of black lace covering her mound. Tossing the bra aside James stood and quickly rid himself of his jeans and took his place back between the valley of her breasts. Leaving a wet kiss there he continued his journey south, to his prize with wet kisses. He dipped his tongue in her pierced navel and continued further south still. He kissed his way to her left hip bone bit, then kissed his way to the right and bit again.
With his face so close to her core, he could smell her arousal and it egged him on. Using his teeth, James dragged her panties down her legs. Once they were off, he bit her right ankle and kissed up to her knee then switched to her left thigh. At this point, Layla was a writhing groaning mess.
He was mere inches from the source of the delicious scent that drove him crazy. Covering the space in two swift kisses James found himself staring at her pierced, smooth, pussy. It was James’s turn to groan. He had never known a woman with her clit pierced, but god was it a turn on. He had known some women with nipple piercings, so discovering hers was a delight but not gut busting. This, however almost made him cum in his briefs.
Turning back to his treat, James dove in, tongue first, and licked from bottom to top. Once he reached her clit he circled his tongue, sucked in her stud and shook his head back and forth. Layla started to shake with desire and became even wetter. Moving her legs over his shoulders and her fingers into her hair she continued to pant and whine out encouragement to James.
He let go of the stud and moved down slightly. Bringing his hand to her slick opening James inserted a thick finger into her, her legs tightened.
Just then, an idea hit James. Removing his finger from her core, Layla started to whine in displeasure. But before she could even get a breath in to speak, he brought his lips and tongue to her opening and moved his fingers to her clit. When his wet and welcoming tongue dove into her core, Layla shook and started rocking against James’s face.
“Don’t stop, Jamie!” she whined in a high pitched voice laced with need.
He could tell she was getting close and doubled his efforts. Tongue moving in and out with lightning speed and accuracy. His fingers rubbing her swollen nub. Within moments she exploded. Shaking and calling out his name in release. James continued his attack through her orgasm.
It took her pulling him up and attaching her lips to his to stop him. Tasting herself on his lips made her whimper. As their kiss continued Layla used her hands to push his briefs down his legs then grabbed his thick cock. Moving her hand slowly up and down James started to thrust into her hand.
“I need to be in you right now!” James growled out. Layla nodded in agreement. Reaching over into the night stand James produced a foil packet, ripped it open and sheathed his large erection.
James leaned down and guided himself into her warm, tight heat. Throwing her head back Layla mewled out her approval. “You’re so big, Jamie!”
James grunted his approval and set a brutal pace. Layla’s orgasm began to slowly build again. Needing more, she voiced, “Jamie harder!”
He knew he couldn’t go harder or faster, so he lifted her legs from their perch on his hips, pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach to pull her onto all fours. He then entered her from behind in the same brutal fashion as before. Layla whined her approval into the sheets where her face currently rested. Higher and higher she climbed. The tighter she got the closer James came to letting go.
Needing more friction, Layla brought her hand to her clit and started to rub in fast small circles. The sight of Layla rubbing herself as his cock disappeared into her tight pussy set James off.
“Come for me Lay!” He grunted out through grit teeth.
That was all it took for Layla to break apart at the seams and cry her release for the world to hear. James followed behind her as her pussy quivered and clenched. After they were both spent, James rolled onto his back, removed the condom and tossed it into the trash can. Then pulled Layla into his side and kissed her hair.
Layla still breathing heavily laid her head on his chest and kissed the small smattering of chest hair between his pecks.
Sighing in bliss, Layla closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. Feeling her breathing even out, James sighed quietly and drifted to sleep himself with this stunning woman in his arms.

Notes

So, I wrote this right after the James Neal trade for a friend of mine. I finally decided to post it. Let me know what you think. (: