*Hayden's POV*
"Layla baby you ready to go?" I shout as I walk through her front door.
"Yeah I'm ready!" she shouts back as she walks past me, outside barefoot carrying a pair of heels. I follow her out, staring at the way the dress she's wearing hugs her curves.
I hold open the car door for her before getting in on my side, because I'm gentlelady-like as fuck. I hear a giggle beside me, "Hayden why are you dressed like you're going to a funeral?"
"Fuck outta here, I like wearing all black for events. Besides, imma kill that pussy when we get home." I boast giving her a wink as we make the drive to Finn and Claudia's house.
I'm feeling pretty proud of myself, that is until she reaches over and grips my inner thigh impossibly close to my center before she undoes my belt, "Layla the fuck are you doing, I'm driving!"
She kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, "Eyes on the road baby." Her hands unbutton my pants and I hear each notch of my zipper being pulled down. I shift in my seat, seeing where this is going.
Her hand slips into my pants and her fingers tease through my folds. "Hmm.. no panties. I like."
"Well I didn't want panty lines... fuck that feels good. You do know it's a short drive right?" I mutter out. I want to close my eyes and throw my head back and savor her touch, but a bitch fucking can't. Once her fingers are sufficiently coated in my wetness she slips her fingers inside of me.
My grip on the steering wheel tightening as she pumps in and out, "It's what five minutes away? I only need three..." she rasps out curling her fingers harshly inside of me. My walls clenching around her fingers.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" I groan out trying to focus on the road in front of me but the knot in my stomach has my attention. Her fingers piston even faster as her palm smacks against my clit. Fuck I'm so close.
Layla nibbles on my earlobe and I'm done for. My grip on the steering wheel tightens even more, causing my knuckles to turn white. In hitting my high, I didn't realize my foot had further pressed down on the gas pedal.
Next thing I know, I hear the siren behind me. Fuck.
I pull the car over and Layla removes her hand licking her fingers clean. Seconds later I hear a knock on my window. Fuck me.
"Ma'am do you know why I pulled you over today?" the officer asks.
"Honestly no, I don't. Do I have a tail light out?"
He chuckles to himself, "Quite the opposite actually. I wasn't sure you knew when brakes were at the rate of speed you were going. Can you tell me why you were speeding? Is there some sort of emergency?"
"No sir, no emergencies... just got a little caught up in the moment I guess." I say trying to remain as vague as possible. I tug on the bottom of my shirt to try and cover up the fact my pants are still unbuttoned and slightly pulled down.
He notices.
He gives me a knowing smirk and then avoids eye contact after that, "I'm gonna the you off with a warning. Have a good rest of your day ladies and slow down, alright?"
"Yes sir." I manage to say as he walks off. I pull back on the road and finish the drive to Claudia's.
Even after getting reprimanded I still forgot to buckle my pants back up... so when I stood up my drawers dropped, my bare ass exposed to the world.
"Fuck!" I whisper shout to myself as I jerk my pants back up, quickly fastening them and re-buckling my belt.
"Nice view!" I hear Claudia's voice shout. I hold up my middle finger in response.
"Already did!" she shouts again. My cheeks flush red and I turn back to see Layla rolling her eyes with a smirk. Ok good, she's not jealous.
Layla grabs my ass cheek roughly, "Come on tiger." she says as I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
I wish I had mentally prepared myself for walking through that door. The moment my foot crossed the threshold, my smile faltered.
The room goes silent as the tension builds. Everyone knows what went down at the park that day, but no one dares bring it up. Billie and I exchange glares, I can feel the rage building up. I can tell that I'm going to black out.
Yes, embrace the rage.
She hurt you.
You need to hurt her.
I can't afford to loose control... but something snaps me out of my blind rage.
"Hayden, listen to my voice. Focus on the sound of my voice. The calmness of it." I hear Layla whisper to me rubbing her hand along my side.
How did she know?
More importantly, how did she keep me from losing it?
I look over at her and give her a smile before giving her a small kiss on her forehead, "Thank you baby." I whisper.
I look back at Claudia and she mouth's an 'I'm sorry.' I hold up my hand letting her know it's ok.
"Alright guys, lets eat." Finneas announces coming out of the kitchen.
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"So Hayden how long have you been fucking your therapist?" Billie blurts out over dinner and I spew my drink.
"I-uh. She's not my therapist anymore. Besides what do you care, you have Kenzie." I say gesturing over to her.
"Hey Layla, isn't it highly frowned upon to fuck your patients. Wonder how many other patients you've fucked." she snaps before downing the rest of her wine. Billie is an angry drunk today.
"Back the fuck off Billie!" I growl.
"No, Hayden it's fine. I can handle her questions." Layla says placing her hand on my thigh. "So go ahead Billie... try and tear me down."
"How can you be fucking your patient?"
"We're two consenting adults Billie... and she's not my patient." Layla says crossing her arms. Her tone never increasing. She's as cool as a cucumber.
"You're telling me that you didn't sleep with her while she was being treated by you?"
"Technically no, by the time her next appointment rolled around, I had already referred her to my colleague." It's amazing how calm she is, I'd be fuming.
"Wait, aren't you married? How's it feel being a cheater?" Billie says leaning back in her chair thinking that she's got Layla pegged.
"Legally yes... currently separated and working on a divorce. I have a protective order against him, and before you ask, no Hayden had nothing to do with my separation from my husband." Layla replies wiping Billie's smirk off her face.
At this point Kenzie is just staring at Billie, baffled at the fact her girlfriend is being an absolute jerk. I scoff, but apparently not as silently as I had hoped.
"You disgust me," Billie says glaring at me with a look of pure disdain.
"Honestly, I really don't fucking care anymore Billie. We're not friends and your opinion is of no value to me. Claudia, Finneas my apologies for ruining your evening. Kenzie, it's good to see you. Billie, you can fucking go to hell." I state bluntly before grabbing Layla's hand and leaving.
I make it to my car and place my hands along the roof bracing myself, trying to calm down. I feel Layla's arms wrap around me. "Thank you for sticking up for me, you didn't have to." she mutters out as her hands roam my stomach.
"I didn't do much on that front... and if you're turned on and trying to get me to drop my drawers again, you're gonna have to wait until we get back to your house. I am NOT risking another cop almost seeing my ass half naked on the freeway." I say with a laugh.
"I think I can wait until then." she says pressing her crotch against my ass as she grips my hips hitting that one spot making me moan.
Fuck.
a/n: a long-ish ch. can anyone guess what happens next?
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