by Caitlyn Dare
“Dove, shit. I’m going to…” It’s as much of a warning as I can manage before my release slams into me. At no point does she pull back. Instead she swallows everything I give her as her tears finally fall.
The second I pull away, I lift her to her feet, crash my lips against hers and wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs.
“I fucking love you, Little Dove,” I mutter against her lips as I walk her back toward the bed.
I might have just got the release I was desperate for, but it’s barely scratched the surface of what I need right now.
“Strip,” I demand, releasing her and taking a step back.
I kick off my pants, watching her remove the little clothing she has on. Biting down on my bottom lip, I run my eyes over her skin.
All the evidence from her ordeal with Donny has now gone, leaving her skin flawless and perfect. Although, I have every intention of ruining that in a few minutes.
By the time she walks out of this room again she’s going to be wearing every kind of reminder she might need of who she belongs to.
I can already picture the bruises on her hips from my hold and the bite marks I intend to leave on her neck and breasts.
My beautiful Little Dove. How I love to ruin you.
“On the bed. Hands behind your back.”
She does exactly as I ask, only instead of sitting there looking innocent, the little minx places her feet flat on the bed and spreads her legs wide, showing me exactly what I’ve been missing out on.
“Hadley, Hadley, Hadley.”
I walk around the bed like a lion would his prey, just watching her watch me.
My cock aches once again for her. Any memory of my recent release is gone. The only thing I can think about is sinking deep inside her, reminding her who owns her.
“Cole,” she warns, her voice cracking with desperation.
“What do you need, Little Dove?”
“Y-you. Only you.”
“Good. But I want more. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
She hesitates for a second. “I want everything, Cole. Whatever is in your head right now. I want it, and then some. I want you to eat me, fuck me, punish me, hurt me. I want it all. I want you.”
“Fuck.” This girl brings me to my fucking knees.
My discarded belt catches my eye.
“Everything?” I ask, just to confirm she’s saying it because she means it, not because she thinks it’s what I want to hear.
“Everything,” she breathes, her eyes dropping to where I’m palming my cock.
“Lie back, arms above your head.”
The sheets rustle as I bend down for the belt, and when I look back at her, I find her exactly as I requested.
Crawling onto the bed beside her, I wrap the length of the belt around her wrists before tying the other end to the bed.
“You’re totally at my mercy,” I tell her.
She thrashes about on the bed, testing her restraints, but she goes nowhere.
“Does it get you wet, knowing that I can do anything I want to you and you can’t do anything about it?”
“Yes,” she moans.
Getting off the bed, I stand at the bottom and wrap my fingers around her ankles and tug until her arms are straight.
“My bed has never looked better.”
“Cole, please.” Her back arches, her thighs rubbing together impatiently.
I crawl over her body, and my thighs pin her to the bed. With my forearms on either side of her head, I lower my face until my nose is a breath away from hers.
“Hey,” she says with a seductive smile.
“Hey.” Our eyes hold, the anticipation of what’s to come crackling between us. “How loud do you think I can make you scream?” I ask with a smirk before slamming my lips down on hers and forcing my tongue into her mouth.
I pour everything I feel for her into our kiss. My passion, my need, my desperation. I bare my soul to her in the only way I can. I know she’s desperate for all my truths, but at this moment, this is all I can give her.
One day I’ll tell her the real horrors of my past, but right now, I’m going to focus on showing her exactly how good our future could be.
Chapter Fifteen
Hadley
Cole’s heavy-lidded gaze burns over me. I can feel it everywhere, branding my skin as he runs his eyes down my body. His tongue darts out as he licks his lips.
He’s a predator, ravenous and walking a fine line of control, and I’m the prey, weak and vulnerable, about to be overpowered.
But I don’t feel even an ounce of fear.
Liquid lust drenches my insides, coiling my stomach into a tight ball.
“Cole,” I breathe. I’m stretched out before him, tied to the bed and completely at his mercy.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He needs it.
We need this.
“The things I want to do you, Dove.” His knee hits the mattress as he leans forward and runs a hand from my ankle to the back of my knee. Shivers skitter up and down my spine as my breath catches in my throat.
I don’t think this will ever get old, the way he touches me and gives me what I need.
Cole slides off the bed and latches his mouth on my pussy, giving me no warning. My body arches, pleasure flooding my veins. He uses his fingers to spread me open and spears his tongue inside me.
“Oh my God...” I barely get the words out, it’s so intense, so dirty.
His thumb rolls over my clit in perfect synchrony with his tongue until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.
“Cole, it’s...” I strain against my restraints, desperate to touch him.
“Scream for me, Dove,” he chuckles, lapping at me like a man starved.
My body begins quivering, my orgasm hitting so fast I don’t see it coming until I’m screaming his name.
Cole glides up my body, letting his rock hard cock tease my pussy. But he doesn’t thrust, just lazily drags it through my wetness as he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“You feel like heaven.”
His body is pressed impossibly close to mine. He’s all hard lines and I’m soft curves, but we fit. Like two pieces of the same puzzle, we meld together.
“I love you, Hadley.” He nudges his nose against mine before kissing me.
“Cole... I need you.”
He works a hand between us and grasps himself, slowly working himself inside me. We both groan, but then Cole is kissing me, pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth as he fucks me with shallow, measured strokes.
“Cole...” I urge, trying to lift my hips and encourage him to go deeper... harder.
I’m not used to this Cole.
It’s strange.
Nice, but strange.
“Please,” I beg, my voice thick with lust. “I need—“
“Shh.” He kisses me again, curling his tongue around mine as he continues to rock into me. “I know what you need, Hadley. I’ll always know.”
One of his hands closes tenderly around my neck as he rides my body with impressive restraint.
“Cole... stop teasing me and—“
His brows furrow. “Just let me do this, please.”
It’s then I realize he really is scared.
Cole is holding back.
There’s something so sweet about it, emotion floods me.
“I promise you, you won’t hurt him.”
He stills, swallowing hard as he stares down at me. “You’re sure?”
I nod.
His expression softens, but his eyes turn a shade darker as he thrusts forward, filling me to the hilt. It’s intense, his whole weight pressing me down as our bodies slide together.
“You feel so fucking good.” Cole dips his head, licking the slope of my neck before biting down hard. I cry out, so lost to the pleasure that I’d let him devour me whole if he wanted.
He doesn’t go harder though, or faster, just continues the slow, deep rock t
hat renders me a boneless mess.
“You’re mine, Dove.” He lifts his face to mine. “Every single piece of you.”
I nod.
“Say the words,” he demands.
“I-I’m yours,” I moan as he fills me once more.
Beads of sweat trickle down the valley of my breasts and Cole leans down, licking them clean. He lets his tongue trail over my nipples, teasing and tasting.
It’s a sensation overload as I’m pinned beneath him with nowhere to go.
“I could spend my life doing this,” he rasps against my lips, as if he’s feeding me the words. “And it would… Never.” Thrust. “Be.” Thrust. “Enough.”
Pleasure builds inside me, starting like a slow wave, growing into something that crashes over me with such ferocity I can hardly breathe.
“Cole, God... it’s... yes...”
His movements grow jerky, as if his control is slipping. He hooks his arms under my thighs and spreads me wide, slamming into me. His chest vibrates with a deep growl.
“Fuck, Hadley...”
“I know,” I whimper.
He finally snaps, fucking me so hard I see stars. I feel him jerk inside me as he buries his face in my shoulder, sucking the skin enough to leave a mark.
Reaching up, Cole unties my wrists and pulls them down, looping my hands around his neck. “Was that... okay?” he asks.
“Okay?” I blanch.
“Yeah, I’ve never...”
“Made love?” I fight a smile. But when he doesn’t answer, a look of disbelief glittering in his eyes, I lean up to kiss his jaw. “It was perfect.”
I hadn’t been expecting him to be so gentle, but soft Cole was everything.
“I love you, Cole Jagger.”
“I think you’d better show me how much.” He smirks.
“What did you have in mind?”
“We already made love, Dove.” He dips his mouth to my ear. “Now, it’s time to fuck.”
I wake plastered to Cole’s chest. Brushing the damp hair from my face, I smile. Last night was amazing. Cole spent hours loving me, finding new ways to make me scream his name. By the time I fell asleep, I was exhausted but more in love with him than I ever thought possible.
Being in Cole’s bed is my new favorite place, and I know it’s going to be hard to leave once tomorrow rolls around.
Everything feels different now, good different, but a part of me is still hesitant. Cole still has secrets, ones he isn’t ready to share with me yet.
I just don’t want the past to stand in the way of our future.
My hand traces his abs. His body is a work of art, dark and intricate ink highlighting his shredded muscles. I’m swirling my finger over his dragon tattoo when his hand closes over mine.
“Is this real?” he asks.
“Does this feel real?” I lean over, kissing the corner of his mouth.
He cups the back of my neck, holding me there. “I don’t think I can ever let you go.”
“I have to go back to the dorms tomorrow.”
“Good thing I have a key then.”
“Cole...” I scold, despite the flutter in my stomach.
“I was thinking...” He swallows nervously. “Will you come with me when I go check out Colton U?”
“You want me to come with you?”
He nods.
“I’d love to.”
Relief washes over Cole, making my heart so full. “I never thought this would be an option for me,” he admits.
Pressing my hand to his cheek, I smile up at him. “You deserve this, Cole, but your brother was right. You need to keep your head straight.”
“I will... I’ll try.” Determination glitters in his gaze. “I want to make this work, Hadley. I want a future with you,” his hand drifts to my stomach, “and our baby.”
Everything I’ve endured the last three years melts away as a boy with pain in his eyes and hate in his soul shows me the kind of love and acceptance that my family couldn’t.
“Hadley?” he asks when I don’t answer.
“Thank you, Cole. For everything.” I snuggle closer, needing a second to catch my breath. His arms slide around my body, and I close my eyes.
We might be broken.
We might be facing something life-changing.
But we can do it... together.
Because sometimes the brightest stars are born out of the darkest moments.
And maybe, just maybe, it’s our time to shine.
I should have known that the second things calmed down, the universe would throw me another curve ball.
I’ve only been back at my dorm an hour when my cell phone starts ringing.
The sight of my father’s name sends chills through me. First Tim, now the man who banished me here like I was nothing more than dirt on his shoe.
For a second, I think about not answering it. But Harrison Rexford doesn’t call for pleasantries. He calls for business, for things which require his attention.
Does he know?
The thought flickers through my mind, but I dismiss it. My father is many things, but he’s not psychic. There is no way he can know about the baby.
I swear the ringing grows more persistent, and I take a deep breath before finally hitting answer.
“Hadley, must you keep me waiting?”
No “How are you?”
No “Happy Thanksgiving.”
Just straight to the point as always.
“I was...” I swallow the excuse on the tip of my tongue. “Hello, Father.”
He gives me an indignant huff. “I spoke with Valerie. She said you quit cheer.”
Thanks a lot, Miss Jones. I should have known I couldn’t trust her.
“I need to focus on other things, and I don’t enjoy it anymore.”
“Our agreement was—”
“I know what our agreement was, but this is my senior year. I don’t want to spend it part of a team I don’t enjoy being a part of. Besides, the football season is almost over.”
“Very well. Your mother is most concerned, but so long as everything else is in order. Your college applications?”
“Almost done,” I lie.
“Cutting it a little close, aren’t you?”
“I have time.”
The plan was always that I would attend Gravestone University, like my parents and their parents before. But I’m tainted now. My father would rather lie to his friends and say I’m off chasing my dreams than admit the truth.
“I don’t know what the delay is. We talked about this. UCLA, USC, or Stanford.”
I purse my lips, irritation rippling up my spine. He doesn’t want me to tarnish his reputation, but he wants to keep a hand in my life.
I’m eighteen now, I don’t need to follow his orders. But I have to think smart. Right now, I have an allowance, not to mention the sizable trust fund waiting for me when I graduate, although I like to think of it as a ‘keep Hadley quiet’ fund.
“I know what we talked about, Father. I was there, remember?”
His sharp inhale tells me I’ve surprised him. I’ve surprised myself, but I have bigger things to worry about now than continually disappointing him.
“Is there anything else?” I ask when he doesn’t reply. “I have some homework to finish.”
“No, that was all. I’ll await confirmation that your college applications have been sent. Your mother says hello.”
I swallow the lump in my throat but don’t reply.
“Very well. Stay out of trouble, Hadley. I didn’t make a sizable donation to that ridiculously expensive school for you to make an even bigger mess of your life.”
He hangs up and I clutch my phone, silent tears streaking down my cheeks. I wish I could cut him out of my life as easily as he did me.
I might hate him, but he’s still my father, my blood. Nothing I do will ever change that.
But family isn’t always blood. Sometimes it’s the people you choose.
My hand glides over my s
tomach. My baby is still just a collection of cells, merging and growing. But it’s my shot at a family. Unconditional love.
And with Cole by side, we can be happy.
We can be whole.
It may only be a dream now, but I want it to come true.
I want the happily-ever-after.
Chapter Sixteen
Cole
“Cole, this is Chris Haughton. He’s the scout I was telling you about from Colton U.”
I rub my sweaty palms down the front of my shorts and hold one out when the man standing beside Coach, assessing me, lifts his.
“It’s good to finally meet you, Cole.”
“Y-you too, sir,” I stutter, feeling totally unprepared for this.
When I turned up at practice Tuesday morning, Coach dragged me into his office to talk about our phone call the previous week. He’d warned me that the scout was planning on coming to meet me sometime soon, but he didn’t give me a day.
As I look between the two of them now, I wonder why Coach didn’t want to tell me that it was going to be today. Did he think I’d fuck it up if I knew?
Things have changed. Coach might not have noticed yet, but getting into a decent college was suddenly about more than just my future. It was about two other people, two way more deserving of a good life than me.
“I’ve been watching you play for a few weeks, son.” I cringe, thinking of my less than gentle games of late. “I think you’ll fit in well at Colton U. We could really use a running back with your passion and determination.”
Passion? Sure, I’ll go with that.
“That sounds incredible,” I say, a weight I didn’t know was pressing down on my shoulders suddenly lifting.
Previously, I knew I wanted out and football was the way to get it, but now it’s more important than ever.
I’m having a kid. I’m gonna be a fucking dad, and I refuse to be a loser like the one I grew up with, or the distant one my real one turned out to be.
If we’re doing this, then I want to do it properly.
I want to be there for all of it. The good, the bad and the ugly. Because Hadley and I, we’re it. We’re a team, and we’re doing this together.
“I’m glad. Have you ever seen the Colts play? Been to the stadium?” he asks as we walk toward the bleachers.
