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Fourteen

Hailey

Colt let me pull him outside and over to his truck, where I pushed him firmly back against the shiny black metal. He indulged me as I maneuvered his big body around, although I was fully aware I wouldn’t be able to move him an inch if he didn’t want me to. His eyes darted from left to right underneath furrowed brows as I slid a hand to the back of his neck so I could pull him down to me and seal his lips with mine.

Sitting on his lap had made me so hot that I could barely form a coherent thought. And he hadn’t been unaffected either. Before Nico had opened his fucking mouth, Colt’s hard length had been throbbing beneath me.

I needed to pull myself together, though, just for a moment. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me to be confronted with him, but I guess I had hoped to avoid him. It might be a bit of a blow to the mood, but the moment would never be right, and he had the right to know.

As I pulled away, his eyes fluttered open. Despite the tight ball of anxiety clenching in the pit of my stomach, I forced myself to meet his gaze head-on.

“Colt … this wasn’t the first time I met Nico,” I said with the calm on the outside at odds with the turmoil on the inside.

He blinked slowly, his brows slightly rising. “It … wasn’t?”

“No. Unfortunately not.” I pursed my lips and shook my head, hoping he could see the honesty in my eyes. “You know how my dad is, no need to get into it, you’ve seen it firsthand … Well, he started this fun little thing where he would set me up with dates he thought were appropriate for all these events he dragged me to. And Nico was one of them. He was just as much of an asshat then as he was in there. It wasn’t until we ran into your mom that I realized he actually plays with you — that’s how uninterested I was.”

Colt’s face had turned serious, but I considered it a victory that he didn’t immediately disappear behind his infamous mask. “I’m sorry your father made you do this,” he said quietly, his jaw clenched as he looked down at me with his lips pressed in a straight line and his brows drawn together like heavy slashes.

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave. This perfectly exemplified one of the countless reasons I adored him. His first concern wasn’t out of misguided jealousy from going on a date with one of his teammates, his first concern was my feelings, and he was empathetic enough to realize I didn’t enjoy those dates.

“Who cares?” I breathed as I rose to my tiptoes. “I’m here now, and now I make the decisions.”

Our lips met again in a fervent, passionate kiss, his thick arms holding me tightly against his front. Panting, I broke away from him and leaned back a little to peer into his eyes.

“You know what would be perfect right now?”

Colt shook his head, instinctively licking his lips as if to lap up every last bit of me.

“Hot tub.”

He looked down at me with hooded eyes, and I grinned as I teasingly slid my hand under his shirt. I ran my fingernails along his happy trail down to the waistband of his briefs, and he grunted. In a flash, he grabbed me, turned me around, and marched me to my car.

“Get in. Follow me.” He waited for me to get in and buckle up. Only then did he walk back to his truck with long, quick strides. Butterflies swirled in my stomach when he glanced back at me, his eyes blazing, before getting in.

Exhilarated, my whole body tingling with anticipation, I followed him into a neighborhood not for the average college student. If I hadn’t had to live in the dorms my freshman year, my parents probably would have gotten me a place like this.

We parked in front of the big white house with the wraparound porch, and I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough.

I should have been exhausted after a long day of training, but I was energized by the prospect of time alone with Colt. A little hesitantly, he reached out for my hand again, as if he wasn’t sure if I really wanted to let him have it. I quickly intertwined our fingers and gave his hand an encouraging squeeze, and now it was him leading the way.

We entered the house, and my stomach knotted tightly with anticipation, feeding the fire in my core. Though it was dusk, it was still so warm and humid that I could see the dark spots where his shirt clung to Colt’s back. His spicy scent was faint throughout the house as I took in the layout of the large living room.

“Do you live here alone?”

“Nah, Hunter lives here too. But … well, you know how he is. Not really sociable and all, so it’s really just the two of us. Way too much room for just two people, but better than having to deal with shitty roommates.”

I hummed in agreement, and he opened the glass door to the terrace, then paused.

“Shit. You didn’t bring a bikini.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to get creative.” My grin was wicked, my imagination filled with all the naughty things I wanted to do to him.

“Creative?” he choked out. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his face, and he pushed the door farther open. I slunk past him and thought I felt a shiver run through his body when my bare arm brushed against him.

Nerves racked my body, but I forced myself not to back down after finally having him all to myself. Fuck the virgin jitters, this was absolutely not the time. This was the time to summon all the confidence and daring I possessed.

I took a deep breath, then pulled my crop top over my head while walking toward the bubbling, steaming hot tub. As I dropped my shit to the deck, Colt took a sharp intake of breath behind me, which made me smile. I guess my impromptu striptease went over well with the audience.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the leggings, pushed them over my hips, then bent over to pull them off completely. Fully aware I was exposing the globes of my ass and my barely covered pussy, I slowly straightened but hesitated for a moment. Did I have the guts to take it even further?

Glancing over my shoulder, I spotted Colt still rooted to the spot in the open doorway, with sweat on his brow and a hungry glint in his eyes. His hand clenched the doorframe, showing off the veins and tendons in his thick forearm. It was mouth-watering .

That was the final push I needed, so I mischievously said, “I’m all for equality. So I guess it’s only fair that I take off as much as you do.”

Before I could talk myself out of it, I let my bra snap open and slide down my arms. His eyes grew wide and his breathing picked up as he stared at the expanse of my bare back.

The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and my legs trembled as I turned to face him while holding my breath. His grip on the doorframe turned so tight it creaked a little between his fingers.

He was laser-focused on my face and seemed glued to the spot. I had to hand it to him, he had remarkable self-control, but I had every intention of shattering that self-control entirely .

“Colt?”

He swallowed hard, audibly. “Yeah?”

“You can look.”

His gaze stayed locked to mine for a moment longer, then darted down to my exposed tits. My nipples hardened at the heat of his gaze, and I longed to feel his big rough hands on my skin.

“Colt?” His eyes flickered back up to my face, hazy and full of heat .

“Are you going to just keep standing there all night?”

He shook his head slowly, his gaze raking down my body, but he still didn’t move. Sauntering toward him, I swayed my hips. As I got closer, I could tell he was struggling to control his breathing. There was a fiery intensity in his gaze as his eyes roamed over my body.

I gave the hem of his shirt a gentle tug. “Equal rights?”

Colt’s cheeks flushed, and hesitantly, tentatively, he tugged the fabric over his head with one hand, in that distinctive, sexy way that only guys could somehow pull off. Standing in front of me bare-chested, he dropped his gaze, but not before shame flickered through it. I hated seeing that, and I wanted to make sure that emotion disappeared.

Determined, I stepped closer to him, running my hands greedily over his skin, enjoying the ruggedness, and raked my nails over it.

He shook from the effort of holding himself back, still clutching the doorframe. It wasn’t until I rose to my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his that he finally lost control.

“Fuck,” he gasped, one of his hands sinking into my hair while the other landed on my ass, kneading the flesh hungrily.

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” I mumbled against his lips, turned on by his obvious desire.

Against my stomach, his hard cock strained to escape his shorts. With trembling fingers, I placed my hand over the bulge and squeezed. I couldn’t stop; I wanted more.

Curling my fingers around the waistband of his shorts, I tugged them past the bulge, and they fell to the floor with a whoosh . Stroking his cotton-covered length again, I discovered a large damp spot at the head of his cock and, boldly, slipped my hand into his briefs. His fat tip twitched under my palm, and the inside of his briefs were a sticky mess.

As I slowly, experimentally stroked his shaft, I sucked on his tongue, savoring the sounds of pleasure escaping him. I needed more of that.

With our mouths parting, I left a hot, wet trail of kisses from his neck down his chest.

“Shit, Princess. What are you doing to me?”

My focus narrowed to his chest rising and falling violently. Summoning all the bravado I could muster, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Small pebbles dug into my skin, but I ignored them and looked up at him through my lashes. His blue eyes were dark with desire, blazing like molten lava.

“Hailey, what …” I pulled his briefs down over his broad hips.

A strangled groan left Colt as I released him, his shaft bobbing and his heavy balls hanging below.

It was all smooth and thick, with an almost steady stream of clear liquid trickling from the mushroom tip. His length twitched in front of my face, accompanied by a contraction of his abdomen.

Our eyes locked, electricity sparking between us. I leaned closer, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt my warm breath on his sensitive tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Intent on putting him out of his misery, I seized the moment and experimentally flicked my tongue over the slit from which the pre-cum was dribbling. His salty flavor exploded on my tongue, and his eyes flew open as he desperately mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hailey, move —”

I had just moved in to run my tongue over him again, and as this was also my first experience giving head, I was too distracted to react. My hands were still on his hips, his cock still untouched.

Colt hunched forward, his belly tightening and his dick twitching, then he came with a deep groan. Hot, white jets of cum splattered my tongue and chin, then trickled down my neck and onto my breasts. Reflexively, I closed my eyes and my mouth and swallowed a good portion of his cum in turn. Not great but not terrible either.

“H-Hailey,” he choked out, and I opened my eyes to meet Colt’s horrified gaze. “Shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I just … I couldn’t … Oh, god. I’m sorry.”

It took me a moment to snap out of my stunned state. I hadn’t even really touched him, and he came, just like that . Holy fuck. If that wasn’t an ego boost, I didn’t know what was.

I automatically licked my lips, swallowing more of his cum, and his eyes stayed glued to the movement.

“Relax. There’s nothing to worry about, it’s all good. These things happen.” I smiled and rose to my feet, my knees a little sore from the hard surface. “Not that I’m an expert, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s only natural.”

Colt groaned, closing his eyes again and tilting his head back, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His light-brown strands stuck to his damp forehead, and I peeked down at my messy chest.

He followed my gaze, then looked around frantically.

“Hang on, let me get something so you can wipe this off.” He gestured to the mess we made. “Or, you know what?” He picked his shirt up from the floor and held it out to me. “Just take this.” Shrugging, I accepted it to wipe his cum off my skin .

Then I turned around and walked casually to the hot tub to slide into the warm water. I was aware that he was probably mortified, but damn it, I wouldn’t let him bury his head in the sand. This night was far from over.

I craned my neck and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He was still rooted to the spot, sweaty, his pants pulled down, and his shaft half hard between his legs.

Desire pulsed between my legs, my heated body still hungry for more of him. I wasn’t sure that hunger would ever be satiated.

“You going to come over here and keep me company?”

Colt’s head jerked back, his eyes wide and jaw slack. The water bubbled around me but did nothing to dull the heat still throbbing in my core. The sun had set, but dusk was still in full swing. A warm-orange glow enveloped his silhouette, casting shadows across his striking, rugged features. I arched an eyebrow in challenge and crooked a finger to beckon him over.

“Hailey, I don’t know if this is—”

“Oh, we’re back to Hailey? What happened to princess?”

Surprise flickered across his face, then he finally seemed to have made a decision. With a quick, almost abrupt movement, he got rid of his boxers. They were left piled on the patio as he took long strides toward me, my gaze fixed on his face.

Colt was a master at hiding his emotions. I’d learned that after watching him from afar all these years. Once his mask was on, it was impenetrable .

At this moment though, it had slipped a fraction. Try as he might, I got the tiniest glimpse into the well-guarded castle that was Colt’s mind, one I had wanted to invade for so long. And what I saw — genuine desire, affection and warmth — gave me hope. Maybe this insane, unhinged plan would actually deliver.

A splash announced his arrival, and I watched as his long, powerful legs, followed by his cock still at half-mast, then his thick middle lowered into the water in front me.

“Took you long enough,” I teased.

He let out a breathless laugh but still avoided my gaze. To snap him out of his thoughts, which were probably still revolving around the supposed slip-up , I blurted out a random thought. “It’ll be nice to see you play from the sidelines again this season. The stands aren’t bad, but there were times I wished I was as close as I used to be.”

My miserable distraction seemed to do the trick because he frowned.

“Last year?”

“Yeah. I’ve been to every game I could.” Now it was my turn to blush, but I’d gladly embarrass myself if it meant he wasn’t overthinking what had just happened.

“Really?” He froze momentarily, his brows lifted.

When I nodded, he scanned my face and finally returned his gaze to mine.

“Why?”

I had two options here: feed him a meaningless excuse that didn’t make me seem all that desperate, or be honest and make myself vulnerable to level the playing field. Fuck it.

“To watch you play. To see you.”

He jerked back, his deep-blue eyes wide. Guess that was enough to get him out of his head.

“Wish I’d known that. Would have been nice to know that someone was there for me, aside from my parents.” He paused briefly. “Actually for me, I mean. ”

“Well, we have a whole season ahead of us. Almost like old times.”

He snorts. “Not at all like old times. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here … especially not like this.”

If only he knew how wrong he was. This train of thought, however, seemed to draw his attention back to my lack of clothing. Hungry eyes, dark and greedy with lust, traced every inch of my bare skin not submerged in the water.

They left a fiery trail as they explored, causing me to inhale sharply and my hard nipples to pop out of the water.

Colt’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I swear his arms twitched as if wanting to touch me.

“Hey, Princess?”

“Mm …” I hummed, distracted by the delicious gravelly tone of his voice.

“I really think I should return the favor.”

“What?”

“I’m not taking this lying down. Get your hot little ass over here so I can return the favor.”

Well, that definitely wasn’t on my bingo card, but I wouldn’t complain.