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Twenty Nine

Colt

“He wants you to do what ?!”

I knew that whatever Hailey had to tell me wasn’t going to be good news, judging by her tense posture and the way her delicate fingers restlessly fiddled with the hem of her top. An unmistakable sign if you knew her well enough — or had watched her long enough .

Her gaze dropped to the floor and a resigned sigh escaped her lips. “It’s just a date. A fake one, I can promise you. Playing his games is the best option right now. Trust me, I’ve been playing them for a long time. I was hoping he wouldn’t try to set me up with someone else again after I stood Nico up, but I guess that was wishful thinking.”

Motherfucker. Just a date. My fists tightened around the wheel, and I quickly loosened my grip when the leather made an unsettling creak, but my temper wasn’t so easy to control.

“That thing between us was fake too,” I replied through clenched teeth. The words slipped out before I could stop them, sharp and bitter.

She winced, and I immediately felt terrible. Not selfish at all, you fucking asshole.

I backpedaled. “Hailey, I … I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry. I mean, I know it’s not your fault, and I know it was different between us. Just can’t believe he’d make you do shit like that.”

Hailey let out a bitter laugh, and I put my hand on her thigh to comfort her. “Yeah, well, I do. I’m not surprised at all. He doesn’t care. About me. About us. He doesn’t even think this is real, and if he did, it wouldn’t matter.”

Motherfucker. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt. “You’d think my parents telling him would’ve been enough.”

She laughed, but it was empty. “You don’t get it, Colt. He doesn’t care how good you are or how perfect your family looks on paper. You’ll never be good enough for him because you’re … you.”

That stung. Not because it was untrue, but because it was true for reasons that had nothing to do with me. I wasn’t the pretty-boy investment banker he’d imagined marrying his daughter. I was everything he couldn’t control.

As I continued to drive us toward the stadium, my thoughts were a jumble of anger, sympathy, and outrage. I couldn’t imagine having parents like Hailey’s, and I wanted to be her protector, to shield her from them and their bullshit.

But Hailey was not a damsel in distress. She never had been, and I knew she always handled her own shit, independently and stubbornly. So for now, I would support her and follow her lead. I let out a harsh breath, my frustration boiling over in a way I didn’t want Hailey to feel .

“So, you’ll go?” I asked, and it took everything I had to keep my voice steady. I tried to pretend I didn’t care too much, so as not to make her feel any worse than she already did. She had priority, my feelings didn’t matter in this situation.

However, I would probably take a trip down memory lane to my high school days — there was no way I would let her go on that date without following her.

“I have to. It’s the best way. Trust me.” Her answer was short and to the point, but her tone was pained.

I squeezed her thigh again. “I always trust you.”

***

I slammed into the tackling dummy with way more force than necessary, gritting my teeth at the frustration bubbling up again. Hailey was going on a fucking date with some guy, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

“Easy, Colt,” Coach Davidson shouted, his voice sharp. “You planning on taking out the whole team today, or just the dummies?”

I didn’t even bother to glance up at him, just lined up for the next drill.

“Dude, what’s with the attitude?” Knox’s voice rang out from the sideline. “Somebody piss in your Cheerios today?”

I glared at him, clenching my jaw. “Shut up.”

“Okay, okay,” Asher chimed in, “but seriously, you’re going to break something if you keep hitting like that.”

I smacked into the next dummy, ignoring them. “I’m fine,” I muttered. I wasn’t, but I wouldn’t admit it out loud.

Coach blew his whistle. “Channel that frustration into the game, Colt. Focus.”

I tried. I really did. But the thought of Hailey with someone else? Yeah, not so easy to ignore.

***

I shifted from foot to foot, hesitant, but finally raised my fist and knocked on the door.

“Ugh, not now!” Hailey yelled from inside.

“It’s me.”

Two dull thumps and a few seconds later, the door was flung open and a slightly out of breath Hailey stood in front of me.

“Colt?” Her eyebrows rose to her hairline. She looked stunning, her cheeks slightly flushed and her hair a little tousled as if she’d just put on the tiny dress that clung to her curves.

My eyes traced the contours of her silhouette. Goddamn it.

Suddenly, I was glad I’d come, all the doubts I’d harbored were gone. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. I believed this was a fake date as far as she was concerned, but whoever was thrown her way, whoever saw her like this, would be a complete idiot not to try to win her over.

I was here to remind her who she belonged to.

Gently but firmly, I used my bulk to push her inside. A quick glance around the room confirmed that, lucky for her, Ella was not present. Lucky for her because I didn’t know if I could hold back.

Hailey stumbled back, and I caught her around the waist.

“What are you doing?” She looked up at me with wide eyes, her glossy lips slightly parted.

Her tight little body pressed against my front, and I looked at her for a moment in silence, savoring the sensation. The way her plump tits pushed against my chest and her petite hands rested on my upper arms.

“When do you have to leave?” I rasped .

Hailey’s eyes darted back and forth before she licked her lips. “Twenty minutes.”

“Then I better make it worth your while.”

“Make it worth my while? Colt, I really need to—”

I grabbed her jaw with one hand and carried her effortlessly to her bed.

“It can wait,” I growled as I set her on her feet and turned her around. “Your father may be able to control many things, but not this. This is something only you and I can control. So bend over for me like the good girl you are so I can give you your cock.”

With an unyielding hand between her shoulder blades, I urged her to do as she was told. Without resisting, she let me bend her over the bed and placed her hands flat on the mattress. Her dress wasn’t tight, but it was short, the skirt barely covering her ass cheeks as she leaned forward.

I shoved a knuckle between my teeth and bit down, trying to take some of the edge off. God, this girl would be the death of me.

“Pretty dress,” I growled as I regained a tiny bit of my control. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, straining against the zipper as I slid my hand down her spine to where the skirt skimmed her thighs. “Too pretty.”

With a swipe of my fingers, I pushed her long dark hair, which stood out against the cream-colored fabric of the dress, over one of her shoulders. Her delicious coconut scent hit me as I leaned over her, and my barrel chest molded against her back.

My hand closed around her throat, my thumb and index finger applying gentle pressure, just enough for her to feel it. Her breath caught, and I traced my lips over the soft skin of her neck. With open-mouthed kisses, I worked my way down to where her shoulder and neck met. Then I licked a path to the sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a whimper from her as I blew air on it.

“I could mark you right here. Wouldn’t be too hard. A little sucking … and that motherfucker would know you’re mine,” I murmured against her skin. She squirmed beneath me, her hips jerking, pressing her tight peach ass against my rock-hard length. “But we don’t want that, do we? Don’t want to get my princess in trouble.”

“Don’t we?” Her usually clear, high-pitched voice sounded slightly husky, and if I wasn’t completely mistaken, there was a tinge of disappointment lacing her tone. Goddamn, she was just so perfect.

I couldn’t suppress a smirk. Who cared what the rest of the world thought when this goddess wanted me? My free hand slid slowly under the skirt of her dress as I stood.

“Nope.” I kneaded her ass, inching up to her hip where my fingers hooked into her thong. “But don’t worry, I have no intention of letting you leave without a little reminder of me.”

Under my palm, her throat twitched when she swallowed hard. “Oh really?”

“Really.” I promised her. “But we’re on a bit of a tight schedule. Wouldn’t want you to be late for your date , now would we, baby?”

As I spoke, I pushed her thong aside, appeased that she was wearing plain cotton and hadn’t put on one of her sexy little lace numbers.

Running my finger through her lips, I discovered she was already wet. Fuck yeah. That’s my girl. Unable to stop myself, I rubbed my cock against her and circled her clit with my thumb. I could do this for hours, but time was running out, so I pulled away from her pussy and neck to unzip my pants.

My dick popped out when I pulled down my boxers, the tip angry red and shiny. She was too small to fuck standing up, so I lifted her onto the bed. “On all fours, baby.”

I pushed her dress up over her ass and pulled her thong down, gripping my throbbing erection at the base to give me full access.

“Want me to give it to you?” I asked, guiding the tip of my cock to her entrance.

“God, yes. Please,” Hailey whimpered, trying to push back and impale herself on my length.

I smacked the tip of my cock against her clit. “Tell me how you want it.”

“Hard and fast. I want you to use me.”

“Your wish is my command.” Once again, I lined up at her entrance and surged forward. Hailey wasn’t as prepared as usual, which made her tighter. My cock popped into her, eliciting moans from both of us.

“Fuck yes, Princess. You can take it. Take your cock like a good girl.”

She rocked her hips back and ground on my cock while I palmed her ass. Dropping to her elbows, she arched her back and took me deeper and deeper. When I bottomed out, balls deep inside her, I paused.

Fucking hell, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me, not the other way around,” she murmured into the sheets. I spanked her sharply, wrapped her hair around my fist, and pulled myself out of her almost completely.

“You asked for this,” I reminded her before I snapped my hips forward.

I set a brutal, punishing pace, driving in and out of her. My cock was already throbbing painfully, demanding release. She was so tight and wet, and my balls smacking against her echoed around the room.

“Oh, fuckkkk,” she moaned into the covers, burying her face in them.

Gently but firmly, I pulled her back by her hair. “Nope, I really want to hear you. Scream yourself hoarse, then he’ll not only see that you got fucked properly right before this, he’ll hear it too.”

She clenched around me, a wild grin stretching my lips. “ Shit , you like that, don’t you? You like the thought of him knowing someone else fucked you before your date . Jesus Christ, you’re every fantasy come to life.”

My grip on her waist tightened a fraction, my fingers digging deep enough into her flesh that I would leave marks there. When I slid my hand to her front and flicked my index finger over her clit, she lost control.

“Yes, yes, yessss. Fuck me with your fat cock. Gape that pussy open for you.”

Holy shit. Her arousal trickled down my balls, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to come right then and there, but I wasn’t done yet.

“Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you want me to fill your cunt to the brim.” My hips continued to pump forward relentlessly.

“Oh god, I want it . Give me your cum, fill me up,” Hailey whimpered, squirming on my cock as if she was possessed. With my name on her lips, she climaxed, clenching around me so tightly I almost saw stars .

“Good fucking girl. Here comes your reward,” I grunted, finally letting go. I slammed home once, twice, three times before burying myself completely inside her. With a deep, rumbling grunt, I unloaded, fucking each spurt of cum deep inside her with shallow thrusts. “Take my fucking cum, Princess.”

Breathing heavily, with my dick still twitching inside her, we remained frozen for a few moments. Then I relaxed my grip on her hair, the black silky strands sliding through the palm of my hand.

Tenderly, I caressed her back with one hand. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” She sighed contentedly, turning her head so her warm-honey colored eyes met mine. “You?”

I barked out a laugh. “What a question.”

“Good.” She laughed, then her expression turned apologetic. “I guess I have to—”

“I know.” I slowly pulled out, watching as our cum slowly trickled out of her, then scooped it up with two fingers and pushed it back into her pussy. “Don’t even think about cleaning this up. You’re going on your date like this. Gaping and dripping with our cum. Got it?”

“Got it.” Hailey nodded, her lips parted slightly and her eyes wide as I fucked the sticky mess of our arousal back into her.

“That’s my girl.” I pulled my fingers out of her, sucked them clean, then pulled her panties back into place, making sure everything stayed where it belonged. Then I pulled her to her feet again, smoothed her dress for her, and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.

“ Now you can go.”