Page 37 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SEVEN

ACCIDENT

LAYLA

Now that we are back at school and back to business, we have one semester to finish before graduation. The day after, we are leaving, and it can’t come soon enough. I’m so over this place, ready to start a new life with Colt.

Class is over for the day, so we are at the library preparing for a marketing project when Jeff approaches, sitting across from us. He’s another one of the guys who races and steals for this Williams character.

Colt doesn’t speak highly of him. Says he’s another one of the rich kids who wants to be like the people from The Shores. His parents are paying for his education, setting him up for a good life, and he wants to be a punk working for Williams. What an idiot.

Meanwhile, they don’t seem to see us clawing to get the fuck out of there. We have no respect for those types.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Colt looks at him, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Hey. So, you going to the race tonight?” Jeff whispers loudly.

Colt sighs, running his hand through his messy hair. “Not here, man. But, no. I got business to take care of.”

My head whips in Colt’s direction. He didn’t tell me this yet. He glances at me and back to Jeff.

“Listen, can we talk about this later?” he asks, visibly annoyed.

“Yeah, yeah, back at the garage. Listen, tell Williams I want some more responsibility. Okay?”

Colt snorts. “Like I said, not right now. Anyway, can you fuck off?” he says, his tone hard.

“Yeah, sorry man.” Jeff gets up, returning to the table he was working at.

“I hate these fucks when they approach me at times like this. At my house all the time, and now is when you ask? In public,” he mumbles to himself, ranting under his breath before finally making eye contact with me. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

I shrug, playing it off like I don’t care. “We agreed I didn’t want to know about your jobs, Colt.” He watches me cautiously for a moment as I go back to finishing up some notes and then take the books back to the shelf.

We pack up our stuff and walk hand in hand to the car. Amazingly, it’s been a few months and people still can’t help but stare at us. The bad boy and the good girl, a couple. Get over it.

I’m not as good as I was before, that’s for sure. The Shores’ influences are slowly pulling me in. Funny how I wouldn’t have had to do any of this shit if it weren’t for these twisted fucks dragging my ass into it all because we're dating. But they couldn’t just leave us be.

On the drive home, I watch the city scenery pass by. We haven’t said a word since we got in the car, a tense air hanging between us since the library.

I’m annoyed that we’re in this position and he knows it.

But we still don’t speak for the entire ride.

I know it’s only a few more jobs, but I get so antsy knowing he’s going.

Always worried about what could go wrong.

He doesn’t need the money, but this guy won't let him off the hook until some stupid contract is up. It’s maddening.

I know I can’t exactly get mad at him when I know what he does. I think I get more upset that he’s out there risking so much. I love him and I know there’s so much more to him than this shit, so of course I worry about him.

When we get back to his place, I head straight up to his room to change and continue studying. Evidently, alone.

Colt walks in behind me and closes the door. He just stands there, and I can feel him staring at me. As upset as I am, the feel of his gaze burning my skin always sends a rush of heat through me.

Standing in front of the dresser, I remove my jeans and shirt. Colt comes up behind me, gently running his fingers down my naked arms, and places his face in the crook of my neck, kissing me softly.

“I'm really sorry, baby. Tell me how I can make it up to you.” his deep voice makes me shiver, the brush of his lips against my skin creating goosebumps down one side of my body.

Even though I want to ignore him, I’ve instantly become overrun with lust from his scent and touch. He knows the effect he has on me as he peppers gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder.

His hands creep around my stomach and slowly descend to my core. He makes a V shape with both of his hands on the outside of my panties, gently caressing me up and down. He’s teasing me. Prepping me. My pussy is throbbing under his touch.

“Does this help?” he rasps, his lustful eyes making contact with mine in the wall mirror behind the dresser.

I nod and moan out, “Mhmm.”

His hand comes up to my chest and pulls my bandeau bra down to release my breasts. He gropes one and pinches my nipple while his other hand slips into my panties and begins stroking me.

I love how he takes control of my body.

Colt groans into my neck as he inserts two fingers into my wet heat.

I gasp, closing my eyes as he thrusts them in and out of me while he sucks and nibbles on my neck and ear.

My head falls back against his shoulder, and my entire body quivers, overwhelmed with pleasure as I watch his hands work me over.

His tongue licks the outer shell of my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. I can feel him hardening, his pelvis pushing into my ass as I press back against him.

My eyes are glued to the mirror, and when he makes eye contact with me, it makes me want to come right then and there. The dark, erotic look in his blue-gray eyes makes him look smoldering hot. He burrows his face back into my neck, his facial hair prickling my skin.

“Please forgive me,” he whispers, biting me as he continues to pleasure me.

“Yes. I-I f-forgive y-you,” I stutter through heavy breaths. My arm reaches back, my fingers grazing his scalp before I pull on his thick hair, making him groan and bite me again. He removes his fingers from my pussy and spreads my wetness up to my clit, circling my swollen nub.

I’m groaning and moaning and bucking my hips against him while he has his way with me. The pressure in my core is building, mounting to its peak until it crashes down around me.

I cry out his name and hear him moan as he holds onto me, supporting me as my body shudders and trembles in his arms, damn near collapsing while he continues to circle me, prolonging my orgasm under his strong hold.

He removes his fingers and inserts them into his mouth, licking my juices off of them while he makes eye contact with me in the mirror again. I’m panting, weak in the knees watching him.

“Mmm, you taste so good, baby.”

“So do you,” I rasp. His eyes flare with arousal as I turn around and drop to my knees, undo his pants, and put him in my mouth.

“Holy shit,” he moans, leaning both hands onto the dresser over me as I get to work on him, sucking, flicking and stroking his perfect cock until he takes over fucking my mouth.

“Mmm, I love your blowjobs, but I prefer coming in your tight little pussy.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up, turning me back towards the dresser again.

I watch him in the mirror as he steps out of his pants and removes his shirt, those damn muscles flexing with every movement.

I wiggle my ass while I wait for him, and he gives it a smack.

He spreads my legs apart with his knee, pushing me forward so I’m bracing myself on the dresser, and slams into me from behind.

I watch him through the mirror as he pummels me, and it's the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. His eyebrows pinch together and his mouth is slightly parted as he stares into my eyes. His strong tattooed arm wraps around me and his hand trails up my chest, gripping my throat with a gentle squeeze.

A shot of electricity goes right to my pussy, making me grip him. We both moan and his pace picks up. He loves this just as much as me. His head rolls back for a moment, relishing in the pleasure before he makes fiery eye contact with me again and tightens his grip on my throat.

“Yes,” I moan, reassuring him that I’m loving the dominance.

Colt’s messy hair bounces in his face while he pounds into me.

He bites his bottom lip as his blue eyes bore into mine in the reflection.

My fuck, he is hot. The look on his face is enough to send me over the edge.

Between that, his grip on my throat, and the position he has me in, I can’t hold out.

I close my eyes as my orgasm explodes, making my body twitch and quiver, dragging my nails along the wooden dresser.

“Oh my god, Colt! Ah!” When I open my eyes, I see him squeeze his shut for a moment. His grip on my throat tightens a little more as he lets out a guttural moan, his body shuddering out his release as he looks me in the eyes.

“Fuuck,” he groans. His body sags forward, and he drops his head down onto mine and kisses my temple.

“Baby. Watching your face as I do you from behind. Oh my god. So hot,” he says breathlessly, resting his head on the back of my neck.

“I loved watching you fuck me like that.” I giggle, and he smacks my ass, making me yelp and then giggle again.

He wraps his arms around me and says in my ear, “I love you, Lay.”

“I love you, Colt.”

Hours have passed. Colton’s been gone too long. It never takes this long.

I text him, and he doesn’t respond. I call him, nothing.

My anxiety is approaching full-fledged panic mode.

I’m pacing around the garage with Daya, who is equally as nervous as me.

She’s sitting there constantly checking her phone and shaking her leg.

Nothing from Axel either. Every passing minute makes the wait more unbearable.

We notice movement in the front lawn. Both of us stand up as Axel emerges from the shadows. Alone.

My pulse pounds in my ears. Where the fuck is he?

Ax looks like shit, and his fucking shirt is covered in blood.

Oh my god.

Daya runs to him and hugs him, but he’s focused on me, sadness and worry on his face.

I feel physically ill.

“Where is he?!” I shriek and run towards him. His mouth opens to speak, but he hesitates.

“Where is he?!” I shriek again, shoving his chest so hard he stumbles back. Axel puts his arms out towards me as he slowly approaches.

“There’s been an accident,” he says quietly. My heart stops. The world starts spinning, and I feel faint. I sit down on the ground before I pass out.

What happened to Colton?