Drown: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Diamond Cove High Book 1)

by Gina Finley

  I look at him.

  “Two,” he says. “I’m not a good guy, but I’m not a bad one, either. I’m somewhere in the middle. You’re on my side, you’ll want for nothing and worry about nothing. But if you go against me in some way? I don’t forget anything. Or forgive.”

  I don’t say anything.

  “And three,” he continues. “I’m not boyfriend material. But I like you. I liked you before you hid in the back of the Explorer. Doesn’t mean I won’t do what I need to do. But I like you, Cara, and I want you to know that.”

  I stare at him. He’s the most confusing person I’ve ever met.

  I want to strangle him.

  I want to kiss him.

  I want to run away from him.

  I want to sit here and talk with him for hours.

  “You can’t tell me all of this and expect me to understand it,” I tell him.

  “I’m not asking you to understand it. I’m just putting it out there.”

  “I’m not interested in being some fuck toy,” I tell him. “That’s not me. It’s never been me and it’s not going to be me.”

  “I didn’t–”

  “So I may be confused about all of this, but I’m not going to just fuck you and let you treat me like shit,” I continue. “All of this macho alpha shit? I’m not here for it.”

  A small smile creeps onto his lips. “You sure about that? Because I’ve gotten the distinct feeling you kind of like it.”

  I look away from him.

  Fuck.

  He’s not all wrong.

  I’ve never ever been with a guy like him and if you’d told me a week ago that I’d let some guy touch me, throw me around, and treat me the way he has, I would’ve said you were crazy.

  But now?

  I can’t explain.

  There’s just...something there.

  Here.

  With him.

  He leans toward me. “You didn’t like seeing me hurt Jason for the way he treated you? Just a little bit?”

  I don’t say anything.

  “You didn’t like me just...making you feel good in the pool?” he whispers. “Without asking? Just knowing that you wanted it and so I did it?”

  I swallow.

  Hard.

  The corner of his mouth moves upward into a small smile and it’s so incredibly sexy.

  “I think you even liked being bent over the sofa,” he whispers. “Because of the...possibilities.” He stares at me with those blue eyes. “I think you like leaving the decisions to me. I think you like being mine.” He pauses. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  I can’t.

  And he knows it.

  He puts his hand on my cheek. “This is what you’ve been missing, Cara. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell you how they feel about you and what they want from you. To show you what they want. And to just take it, so that you feel it completely. Am I right?”

  I hesitate, then give him a small nod.

  Because he’s right.

  I’ve never felt wanted before. Not since my mother’s been gone, anyway. But certainly not by a guy. I’ve never felt that. And has it been kind of fucked up the way he’s gone about it? Yeah, for sure.

  But I feel wanted.

  By him.

  And I’ve never been with anyone like him before.

  I’ve been with the good guys. The ones who do their homework and get good grades and plan for college and get you home on time and don’t break rules and ask if they can kiss you and seem almost embarrassed when their clothes come off.

  The literal opposite of Dash.

  This is exciting.

  He is exciting.

  He leans over and kisses me, his lips brushing mine, like a shock of electricity through my body. His lips are soft as he presses them against mine and I pull him toward me, kissing him back. He puts his body on mine, pushing me back into the sofa, moving his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting lightly at my skin. I shiver.

  His hands immediately go to my waist and my jeans are undone. He stands and pulls them off of my legs and stands over me.

  “Spread your legs,” he says, licking his lips.

  I lean back and spread my legs.

  He knees down, keeping his eyes locked with mine. He runs his hands lightly over my thighs, then down to my calves and ankles, then back up again. His hands are warm, strong. He curls his fingers beneath my underwear at my hips and gently pulls them down over my thighs, my knees, my feet.

  I can barely breathe when he smiles at me.

  He leans forward and kisses the tops of my thighs, then the insides. He snakes his hands behind me and pulls me forward, so I’m lower on the couch now. He holds onto my hips and kisses further up the inside of my thigh.

  “No, I’ve never–”

  “Shut up,” he whispers.

  I watch his head push further between my legs and I automatically spread wider for him.

  “Good girl,” he whispers.

  I feel his tongue lick and dart at me and I gasp, grabbing the back of his head. I hear him laugh, then push his tongue inside of me.

  “Fuck,” I say, threading my fingers into his hair.

  His tongue works slowly around, licking every part of me, inside and out. I’ve never felt anything like this and I don’t want him to stop. I can feel the heat building inside of me again, just like last night, but it’s more intense, like it can’t be stopped.

  His tongue flicks at my clit and I gasp again. His hands tighten on my hips as he holds me in place and presses his tongue harder against it, licking then sucking on it.

  “Oh my god,” I rasp, tightening my grip on his hair.

  “You’re going to come again for me, Cara,” he whispers.

  He couldn’t be more right.

  He pushes his tongue further inside of me and I can’t breathe, my entire body hot and pulsating and eager. I push his head harder against me and he grunts, licking at me faster now. I start moving my hips against his mouth and I can feel it all coming in a rush of fire and pleasure.

  When he slides a finger inside of me and sucks on my clit again, I explode. I scream and hold onto his head, writhing on the couch as he holds me in place and the heat and the light wash over me. He won’t stop until I finally push his face away with a cry because the pleasure is so intense it almost hurts.

  His lips brush against my thighs as I try to catch my breath. He kisses me lightly and I relax my fingers in his hair as my heart pounds in my chest.

  Jesus.

  I’ve never felt anything like that before.

  And now I’m craving more.

  He stands up, but I can barely move. My muscles are like jelly. I look up at him.

  He pulls off his shirt, revealing his bronze, muscled chest. I can see the thick veins that run across the biceps in each of his arms. He undoes the button on his jeans, looking down at me, licking his lips. He lets the jeans fall to the floor, standing there in just a pair of black boxer briefs, his cock barely contained in them. Then he pushes those off. They slide down his thick thighs to the floor and his enormous dick is rigid and glistening.

  He stands there for a moment, looking down at me, letting me look at him.

  “Get on your knees, Cara,” he says.

  I slide off the couch to my knees like he says. I run my hands over the backs of his thighs and then over his absolutely perfect ass. I look up at him and he’s staring down at me, his eyes glassy.

  I pull my hand around and wrap my fingers around his cock. He groans and closes his eyes.

  I lick the tip, tasting him, trying to tease him the way he teased me.

  But I want him.

  I want to pleasure him the way he pleasured me.

  I want him.

  All of him.

  THIRTY

  Dash

  Fuck. Me.

  The minute she starts sucking my dick, I know I’m a goner.

  I’m already hard as a rock from having watched her shake like an earthquake when she came. Sh
e tasted unbelievable and all I wanted was to keep going, but when she pushed me away, I knew she’d had enough.

  And I knew I needed more.

  Watching her do as I told her to, watching her go to her knees, and then taking me in her mouth is as turned on as I’ve ever been. I’ve had plenty of girls in this position, but I’ve never wanted one as badly as I want Cara.

  She cups my ass with one hand and moves her mouth back and forth slowly. I feel my dick quiver in her mouth as she runs her tongue along my shaft, then uses her other hand to jerk me off slowly. I put my hand on the back of her head because I don’t ever want it to leave me.

  Her mouth is warm and soft and she knows exactly when to suck hard and when to let up so I don’t blow my load right away. She finds a rhythm. Hard, then easy. Fast, then slow. Her fingernails dig into my ass.

  Fuck.

  I move my hips slowly, watching her. Her eyes meet mine as she sucks harder.

  “Don’t pull away,” I tell her. “I want you to swallow all of it. All of me.”

  She responds by gripping me tighter with her hand, her fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft. She sucks harder and nearly pulls her mouth off the tip before taking my entire dick in her mouth again. Faster now, back and forth, and I’m thrusting in and out of her mouth, her lips like a vice around my cock.

  “Now!” I groan and thrust forward, unleashing the first wave of come in her mouth. My dick shakes and shivers, then unloads again. She never pulls away, her mouth sealed over my dick, sucking and sucking and pulling every last drop of come out of me until my cock finally stops spasming in her mouth.

  My heart hammers in my chest.

  God damn.

  She’s still sucking on me, but softly now, her hand lightly caressing the back of my thigh. Her tongue dances around my still hard dick, then she gives one final suck to the tip and pulls away.

  Sweat dances down the back of my neck. My entire body is hot and tingling.

  She leans back and looks up at me. She runs a hand slowly across her lips.

  Fuck.

  No wonder I’m still hard.

  She gets to her feet. She’s still wearing her sweatshirt and I pull it and her shirt over her head. She reaches behind herself and unsnaps her bra, letting it fall to the floor and letting her perfect tits loose. Her nipples are hard and I run my thumb over one of them. She shivers and closes her eyes.

  I lean down and kiss her and she kisses me back like she’s hungry, like she wants to taste both of us at the same time. My dick is so hard it’s like I never even let loose. I want her so badly it hurts.

  I turn her around and hug her against me. She pushes her ass against my dick. I bring both of my hands around and cup her tits, catching her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She gasps and pushes her ass harder against me.

  I bring one hand up to her throat and squeeze gently. I lean down and kiss her neck and then her ear.

  I squeeze her throat again.

  She lets out a small cry.

  “Don’t be afraid,” I whisper. “I won’t hurt you.”

  She responds by reaching behind her and grabbing my cock. I knock her hand away because if she tries to jerk me off, I’ll come all over her ass.

  And I’m not coming until I get inside of her.

  I rub my cock against her ass, squeezing her nipple and her throat. She doesn’t cry this time and she pushes back against me.

  Good.

  She’s trusting me.

  I slide my hand from her nipple to her pussy and push a finger inside of her. She gasps as it slides inside of her and she’s still sopping wet.

  This. Fucking. Girl.

  I pull my finger out of her and bring it up to her lips. She immediately sucks on it like it’s my cock.

  “Good girl,” I whisper again. “Or maybe actually...a bad girl.”

  I push her toward the sofa and she cries out in surprise. I push her head down and pull her ass back toward me. I step back so I can see her.

  Her hands are on the arm of the sofa and her ass is up in the air.

  She turns around to look at me, her face flushed, her hair a mess, her lips glistening.

  “Spread your legs wider,” I tell her.

  She spreads them wider, leaning down further, pushing her ass further up in the air, opening herself up for me.

  I move back in behind her and hold the back of her neck. I brush her pussy with the tip of my dick and she groans.

  Then I shove my dick all the way into her and we both groan at the same time.

  Her pussy is tight and it envelopes my cock like a glove. It’s fucking perfect and I have to stand still for a second so I don’t lose it immediately. I want to enjoy every part of her. I start moving slowly inside of her, gliding in and out of her, but still holding her by the neck. I can feel it building inside of me again and I don’t ever remember being able to come again so fast. But I’m like concrete inside of her, aching to let go.

  I move my hand from her neck and wind her silky black hair into my fist. I tug gently on it. She moans and leans her head back for me.

  I pull harder.

  “Fuck yes,” she groans.

  I thrust harder into her, driving further into her perfect pussy, my dick sliding in and out of her slippery slit. I let go of her hair and put both of my hands on her hips, driving into her harder with each thrust.

  She grips the arm of the sofa. “I’m gonna come again.”

  And that’s all I need to hear.

  I grip her hips and thrust my cock into her as hard as I can, over and over again, slamming into her ass. She screams just as I lose it again, my dick shaking and jerking inside of her as I unload again, so hard it almost hurts. I keep moving in and out of her as her body goes limp, both of us moaning and groaning unintelligibly, overcome with waves of pleasure and euphoria. Her body collapses against the sofa and I stand there, trying to catch my breath, every muscle spent, every nerve on fire.

  She maneuvers herself onto the couch and I fall into it next to her. She curls up next to me, my arm around her, pulling her knees to her chest. We both breathe heavily, our skin slicked with sweat. She lays her head on my chest.

  I look down at her, my heart still beating like crazy.

  This. Fucking. Girl.

  THIRTY ONE

  Cara

  I’m naked, but I’m not cold.

  In fact, I’m drenched with sweat.

  Sex with Dash is a pretty good workout, apparently.

  For him, too. My head is on his chest and his heart is thumping inside of his chest. His hand is stroking my hair and our naked bodies are pushed together on the couch.

  I’ve had sex before, but nothing like this.

  Nothing.

  And it’s like it’s stoked a fire inside of me that won’t go out.

  “That was amazing,” I whisper.

  “Uh huh,” he says. “Yeah.”

  I pull back so I can look at him. “Was it?”

  “You couldn’t tell?”

  “I’m going to guess you’ve been with more girls than I’ve been with guys,” I say. “I’m guessing your ability to judge might be better than mine.”

  “You seemed to have no problem knowing what you were doing.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Not sure I like that.”

  “Stop,” I tell him laying my hand flat on his chest. “I’ve never had sex like that.”

  “Good,” he says.

  “Have you?”

  He’s quiet for a long moment. “No.”

  “Are you lying to me?”

  “Look at me.”

  I look up at him. There’s sweat on his forehead and his face is flushed.

  He shakes his head. “No.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “No.”

  My heart flutters at his words and his lips on mine.

  This is happening too fast and I still have so many questions.

  But...wow.

  “Cara, listen to me,” he says.

  “I’m listening.�
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  “We’re together now,” he says. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”

  “Uh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

  “I’m serious,” he says. “You’re mine now. No other guys.”

  “You sure about that?” I ask. “Because the last two days, I think you were ready to turn me over to the wolves.”

  “I told you,” he says. “I needed to know if I could trust you.”

  “What? Now because you fucked me you can?”

  He shakes his head. “No. Has nothing to do with it. I decided before this. I can trust you.”

  I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s both scary and exciting.

  “But I wasn’t kidding,” he says. “You’re mine. Every part of you. I don’t do anything halfway.” He pauses. “Can you deal with that?”

  I’m not sure how to answer. On one hand, it sounds daunting and given some of the things I’ve witnessed, I’m not sure I want to deal with that. But on the other hand, I feel more wanted, more desired, and more protected than I ever have. I never thought I’d be the girl ending up with the alpha asshole, but here we are.

  I look at him. “I can deal with that. As long as you can deal with me.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “No other girls,” I tell him. “No fuck toys. Don’t fucking lie to me. About anything. You want all of me? Then I want the same thing. Period.”

  He stares at me for a long time, then he finally nods. “Alright. As long as you understand that not lying to you means you’re all the way in. And there’s no going back.”

  I sit up and climb into his lap, our bodies still warm. I straddle his naked body, feel his half-erect cock between my legs. I lock my eyes with his, then reach down for him, and slide him into me. He groans softly and he immediately grows hard inside of me.

  I push my hips down on to him and take his face in my hands. I kiss him softly and look at him. “No going back.”

  THIRTY TWO

  Dash

  Cara’s in the bathroom getting dressed when my phone rings. We’ve just gotten out of the shower after fucking one more time and she’s taking her time. I’m in shorts and looking for something to drink in the fridge when I pick the phone up off the counter and see Tyler’s name on the screen.