Page 54 of Right Number, Wrong Man

COLT

For the first time in my life, that bone-deep ache in my chest is gone.

Hailey is mine.

She glances at me from beneath lust-heavy lids, and that expression is meant for me. Just for me.

Finally, she sees me for me.

Finally, she wants me for me.

I wince as I climb onto the bed and settle between her legs. Carrying her might’ve been bad for the wound, but I don’t give a damn.

There’s no holding back anymore.

I’m rock-hard and ready to go, but I kiss my way down her chest, sucking on her nipples and leaving hickeys on her belly and hips. My fingers draw along her wet slit and her hips twitch with need.

“Tell Daddy exactly where you want his dick, Sugar,” I command.

Hailey reaches between us and her hand wraps around the base of my throbbing length. My eyes roll as she drags the pierced tip along her seam, coating me in her essence .

“I need your thick cock right here in my pussy, please, Daddy!” she whimpers.

Fuck, I can’t wait another second.

I press against her waiting cunt, slowly sheathing myself in her tight, wet heat. I savor each second of her muscles stretching around me, thrusting languidly. She rolls her hips in rhythm with me and moans, biting her lip.

When I look down, my breath hitches. Every time I rut into her, her stomach bulges slightly.

“Damn, Spitfire, I can see how deep I am inside of you,” I grit out, sliding a hand over her belly, feeling where we are connected. She lets out a breathy cry when I press lightly.

This is more than physical. More than mind-blowing sex.

Seeing us melding into one mends every crack in my broken heart.

This is our real first time. Our first time as Colt and Hailey, without layers of lies separating us.

“I didn’t think you’d like missionary,” she says, giggling, and I kiss the crinkle on her nose like I’ve always imagined.

“Don’t knock a bit of good ol’ missionary. There’s plenty of time to degrade you with your face down on the mattress like a filthy whore. I’ll still punish you for shooting me, too.”

“You deserved it,” she sasses, squeezing my cock with her inner muscles.

I groan, distracted by the feeling of her divine pussy. What an unfair strategy.

“I’ll get my revenge, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanna look into your eyes when I make you come. And I want you to see the face of the man who’s gonna fuck you and own you every day for the rest of your life. Tonight, I want to make love to you. ”

I seal her mouth and grind inside her as slow as I can. My wound aches, but I want to enjoy this moment cause it’s not just our bodies connecting, not just naked skin on naked skin.

I can feel our souls bonding.

Hailey knows me now. The real me. She heard my confessions and she didn’t run for the hills.

Hailey wants me .

The realization echoes through me and my eyes sting. When they meet hers, her gaze is glassy, too.

“I thought this moment would never come,” I whisper, fucking into her with deep, long strokes. “But now you’re mine and I won’t let you go again.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she responds breathily, writhing beneath me, her gentle hands touching my chest, my arms, my face. “This is right where I belong. With you.”

“I love you, Hailey Grace, and those three words are only for you. Nobody else has ever heard them from my lips. I saved them for you.”

“I love you, too.” Tears run down her face as she grins. “But right now I need you to move faster. Please, Sir, I need you…”

“Is Daddy’s girl feeling greedy? Say my name, Spitfire. I finally want to hear you moan my name. My real name…”

I pick up the pace, angling my pierced cock toward her g-spot and push a hand between us to massage her clit.

“Oh, Colt, I love you,” she says, and the sound of my name in her lustful voice nearly sends me over the edge. “I want you, Colt. I only need you!”

This moment is overwhelming in the best way.

Her cunt clamping down on me, her heat mixing with mine. Her soft skin and the scent of her fresh sweat. The emotions roaring in my chest, making me lightheaded.

I barely last another few thrusts, listening to my name falling from her mouth over and over like a prayer. When her pussy ripples around me as she comes, I spill into her. Our mouths locked and our bodies tangled, I’m finally complete.

“I think I’ve loved you from our first night together on Halloween,” Hailey whispers and her breath hitches like a sob. “So many wasted years…”

A twinge of pain echoes through my chest. “There’s no point in what-ifs and mourning the past, even if I feel the same grief as you. I don’t wanna waste another moment of happiness with you. We’re here now, ain’t we?”

I slip out of her pussy and pull her on top of me, embracing her. Hailey rests her head on my heart, my fingers stroking through her messy hair.

“Yes, we’re here,” she says quietly and kisses my chest.

I’m in heaven. Everything I’ve dreamed of is here in my arms. Hailey’s pulse slows and I think she’s fallen asleep until she speaks up again.

“Do you think Sara Jean and Earl will be mad about us? What if they think this is… weird?”

I scoff, my arms wrapping tighter around her. “Doubt they’ll have a problem with any of this, but I don’t give a rat’s ass either way. They’ll have to come to terms with our relationship, or they’ll lose their second son, too.”

Hailey sits up, surprise playing in her eyes as she straddles my hips. “You’d cut off your mom and dad to be with me?”

“Damn right.” I sit up as well and grip her chin. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. I had hoped the two homicides I committed for you proved my devotion. ”

“Oh, I love bad boys.” She wiggles her brows. “Then again, after that tender lovemaking, maybe you’re not that bad, huh?”

I grab her shoulders and flip us over. She yelps, struggling playfully as I push her into the mattress.

“Don’t you dare imply I’ve gone soft, brat.”

She rolls her eyes. “Bet you’re all talk.”

Her hips jerk when my hand closes softly around her throat. “I’m far from finished with you. First, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk anymore, and then I’ll do the other things I’ve always wanted to do to you.”

“And what are those things?”

“I’ll draw a bath for us and wash your hair. Afterward, we’ll order the green curry you love and watch horror movies until we fall asleep on the sofa with Gracie curled up next to us.”

A giggle escapes her. “Oh, you know how to show a girl a good time!” she says, fluttering her lashes.

I smirk. “Trust me. We’re just getting started.”