Page 55 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

FIFTY-FIVE

OUT OF HERE

LAYLA

As soon as we get back to Colt’s place, we waste no time packing the boxes and bags we have waiting for this very moment. We lift the floorboards, taking the packages of money and throwing those into the duffle bag too. Filling his car to the tits with our stuff. This is all we are taking with us.

We aren’t staying here for another second.

Thankfully, Colt’s mom was off earlier today before I went to work so we could say our goodbyes and tell her we would be in contact.

Jen didn’t want to come with us yet, calling The Shores her home.

It's all she’s known for twenty-five years, living here ever since she met Colt’s dad.

She is also still waiting for him to come back for her.

She refused to know where we're going to keep us safe and promised that if his dad came back, they would find us one day.

Colt knew this would happen and enrolled her in the Meals on Wheels program for people with mental and physical disabilities.

It was difficult watching their goodbye.

Even though they barely interacted while I was around, they have such a loving relationship.

Completely opposite to the one I had with my parents.

She knew this was his plan all along and encouraged us to go.

When we left, the look on her face was that of a proud mother.

It’s not often that people actually escape The Shores.

We move quickly to get the hell out of here before any other shit hits the fan. We don’t need more people catching wind that we’re getting the fuck out of here tonight.

We start up the car with our destination set for a hotel in the city.

As we drive, Colton takes my hand and squeezes it, giving me a small, reassuring smile.

Tonight's events really threw a wrench into the level of excitement we should be feeling right now.

But it's happening, and the realization of it all is hitting home as we drive through the suburb we have called home for over ten years, the shithole we are finally escaping.

Together.

As we pull up to the four-way stop that leads out of The Shores, we see Simone standing on the corner, wearing barely anything.

I squeeze Colt’s hand, and he understands, pulling over into the mini strip mall parking lot.

I get out and run over to her. As much as I am mad at her, I have to make peace with her before I take off.

“Simone! Mom and Dad?—”

“I know. I was coming home when they were…bringing them out.” She swallows a lump in her throat. “I work for Franky now, so I won’t be living there anymore. I can’t afford it.” My heart breaks for her. I know what life holds for her now, and it’s bleak.

“Listen, we’re leaving. You sure you don’t want to run?” I ask one last time. She shakes her head.

“I can’t,” she says quietly as tears fill her eyes. I nod and feel the lump getting larger in my throat.

“Sell all the shit in the house, anything that’s left is yours.

Take care of yourself, okay? Be careful.

I fucking hate you, but I still love you, so damn much it’s stupid.

My number will change. I’ll find a way to be in contact one day.

” She gives me a small smile, and the first tears drop from her eyes.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her cry in nearly a decade.

I pull her close and hug her, kissing her on the cheek.

As we pull apart, I take a box out of my pocket and open it, the chain and locket falling into my hand. I wrap it around her neck. She looks down and examines it. Her eyes meet mine, and more tears fall from down her cheeks as she gives me a pouty smile. The locket we shared as children.

It has a picture of us when we were young and happy, our life before The Shores.

“I fucking hate you, but I love you too, Layla. You’re free, goal accomplished,” she says quietly, and another tear falls. But she sucks in a breath and swallows, blinking back the tears in her eyes and putting on the strong front she’s known for.

We always knew this day would come. Simone accepted long ago that her future was exactly what she was doing. That’s the thing about The Shores, most people don’t escape. They do what they have to in order to survive. And I can never fault her for surviving.

As I run back towards the car, I take one last look at my sister and wave. She does the same. When I hop in, I let a few tears fall, watching her as Colt pulls away and we exit the suburb for the last time.

Every minute we drive further away from the place, our shoulders relax a little more.

We throw our phones out the window onto the freeway, having written down the important numbers, and continue our drive into the city.

Colt gets us a room for the night, and tomorrow we begin our cross-country trip.

He pays for the room in cash and orders room service right there.

They gladly take the order and tip, and we run off to our room.

We take a small bag with our necessities for the night and head up to the fifteenth floor.

My eyes widen as we open the door, walking into an expansive room with a king-size bed and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Our view overlooks the harbor, and in the distance, we can see the pier where we used to drop all the stolen cars.

Colt’s arms wrap around me from behind as I look out the window, and he rests his chin on my shoulder. He dips his face into my neck, breathing me in, and his entire body relaxes around me. We made it. No one knows where we are.

“I asked for this view. I loved the symbolism of it all. Looking at the pier in the distance and The Shores beyond that. Leaving it all in the past to be together,” he says quietly.

“We did it, Lay. We’re free,” he whispers. He pushes my hair off my neck and proceeds to suck on my flesh. Goosebumps immediately rise on my skin.

His hands reach down the front of my body and directly into my panties. He’s a man who knows what he wants, and he wants it right now. His fingers separate my slick folds and he moans.

“Mmm, you’re wet for me, baby.” I nod and groan as he continues to slip his fingers through my wetness, circling my clit and then inserting his fingers into me. His other hand firmly grasps my breast underneath my shirt.

“I’m always wet for you,” I rasp breathlessly, leaning my head back on his chest. His fingers tease me, making me quiver in his arms. His heavy breaths feather against my ear, his hard cock pushing into my ass as he finger fucks me infront of the window.

My orgasm climbs, nearly tipping me over the edge, when he pulls his fingers from my pants. He turns me around and looks me in the eye as he puts them in his mouth and licks them clean. My pussy pulses with need.

He drops to his knees, taking all my bottoms with him, and helps me step out of my pants, lifting my leg onto his shoulder. My head falls back as he devours my greedy pussy, and I moan, savoring the way this man consumes me.

“I wanna feel you come around my cock,” he breathes out, and I look down to see him stroking himself. My fuck, this man does things to me.

“Yes, please,” I beg.

He stands up quickly, rips our clothes off, and throws me onto the bed in seconds. I get onto my knees and admire his cock bobbing in front of me, and I can’t help but grab it and sink my mouth over him. Taking him as far as I can, making myself gag on his huge dick.

He groans, grabbing my hair and guiding me how he wants it. Unable to resist, Colt thrusts his hips against my mouth, and I am all for it. I love when he fucks my mouth.

He pulls me off of him and gets on the bed behind me, dragging the head of his cock along my hot, eager cunt, teasing me. Stopping at my entrance to gently push in before he pulls back and rubs himself along me again.

“Colton. Please, I’m begging you. Fuck me, please,” I whimper like I’m in pain. I need to come.

He lets out a throaty laugh with a groan. He’s loving this, even though he’s teasing himself too. The anticipation of the moment he’ll put us both out of our misery and fuck me senseless drives him wild.

He growls and grabs my hips, sliding into me with a loud groan as he hits the hilt. His hands twist my flesh, making me cry out.

I like it when he hurts me. Just a little.

He takes a moment before slowly pumping into me, his hands running up and down my back as he maintains a mellow pace.

“I fucking love your tight pussy, Layla. Holy fucking shit. It’s so good.

I can’t believe we’re here. Oh god,” he moans and then slams into me harder.

He starts moving between his two rhythms. Slow and smooth so I can feel every ridge and vein, then hitting me hard and fast, making me want to explode all over him.

I cry out every time he slams into me hard.

And I love the fact he growls every time he does, too.

He spits down onto my asshole, and I feel a wet finger teasing me, reminding me of the night he used the toy on me.

The thought excites the fuck out of me. My hips buck into him, allowing his finger to insert just a little bit deeper.

“Fuck,” he mumbles.

“Fuck me harder, Colt. Goddamnit. Please make me come!” I cry out, and that's all it takes for him to start fucking the shit out of me. Forcefully pumping his cock deep inside me and thrusting his thumb into my asshole. He pounds into me until shockwaves sweep through my body.

“Ah. Yes, Lay. Keep gripping me like that, baby. Fuck yes, milk my cock,” he says with a strained voice.

I scream out his name over and over as my body completely surrenders to him, the most intense orgasm taking over my body. Shaking, trembling in his hands, Colt lets out a guttural growl as he releases himself into me. The sensation of his hot liquid filling me feels so fucking erotic.

Colt helps me lay on the bed under the sheets, allowing me to collect myself from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me that the entire hotel floor must have heard.

But I guess he’s not done because he lays beside me and watches me as he strokes himself to life again before rolling on top of me and entering me again.

My legs wrap around his hips as he rests his forehead on mine, his beautiful stormy blue eyes boring into mine as he slowly pumps himself in and out of me.

He kisses me deeply, our tongues twisting perfectly together.

We rock back and forth as Colton makes love to me, sending shivers up and down my spine.

“I love you, Lay, so fucking much,” he whispers, burying his head into my neck, sucking on my flesh as he slowly thrusts into me. I pull him tightly to me, my belly filling with happiness and love.

“I love you, Colt,” I moan as my nails scratch across his back in pure ecstasy. Both sexual and loving emotions fill me at once. He pulls his head back and his eyes meet mine again, a sweet smile on his face as he wipes the single tear that has slipped from my eye.

He kisses me gently and sweetly as our orgasms overcome us again, moaning our release into each other's mouths. Afterwards, we lay there holding one another as we breathe heavily.

“Holy fuck, Layla. You are perfect for me. It’s always been you, babe. I can’t wait to marry you and put my babies in you.” I look up at him and smile lazily.

“I’m so happy we have done it, and I get to live the rest of my life with you, Colton Hawthorne.” My smile beams as I look up at him. He cups my cheek like he always does, his gray blues staring into mine with a gorgeous smile of his own.

“My heart belongs to you forever, Layla White.”