Hailey's Game

by Hailey's Game (lit)

  “Holy shit.”

  Cole didn’t even try to fake the decency of not staring at places he shouldn’t ever have gotten a look at in the first place, but that didn’t dent Hailey’s temper in the slightest. He could stare all he wanted. Better yet, he could get a move on to something that would at least take this damn edge off, but if he didn’t do either, then the least he could do was get the hell out of her garage.

  “Damn, Hailey,” Cole whispered, his gaze still locked way south of hers. He sounded like he was talking from a distance and not at all sure of his words. “You got like five seconds to get that robe back on.”

  “Or what? What are you going to—”

  Her five seconds came up, and his answer came not with words, but with action. Like the sudden blast of a warm wind sweeping in rain, she found herself drenched in his heat. Surrounded by the hard strength of his muscles, the world floated away as he dragged her up his long, rigid length to smother out the last of her challenge.

  Hailey didn’t even bother to fight it. Not that Cole gave her any chance. Covering her lips with his, his tongue took outright possession of her mouth even as his hand swooped down the curve of her spine. Leaving a trail of liquid heat eating up her flesh, that callused palm dipped over her ass and slid down between her legs.

  Just as wonderful as last night, there could be no doubt that Cole knew how to work with his hands. Slipping two fingers along the seam of her pussy, he opened her wide for the rough assault of his third finger as it came in to molest her clit.

  Fiery shards of pleasure raked up her back and broke her lips clear of his to let the moaning gasp of pleasure leak out as her legs lifted. Cinching her thighs around his waist, Hailey didn’t bother to worry as she began riding that hand to a very glorious pinnacle.

  “Sweet Jesus, darlin’,” Cole grunted as his other hand slid down to palm her ass and hold her up. “You’re wet enough to fuck now.”

  “Oh, yeah.” Hailey liked the sound of that. Just the idea of having him ride her hard and ruthlessly made her fingers dig even tighter into his shoulders as she rubbed that joy all along his front. The scratchy flannel of his shirt teased her tits, making her grind even harder against him as her hips bucked in silent demand.

  Hailey didn’t let the words fail her, though, as she demanded more than begged that he, “Fuck me. Just go on and fuck me, Cole.”

  * * * *

  That’s not the victory Cole planned on taking, but this entire morning had veered so far off track he didn’t really have a plan left. No plan, just instincts that smoldered into ragged need with Hailey flaunting all her sweet curves at him.

  As tempting as her breasts had been, bouncing with their hard little tips as she boldly flashed him, it had been the pink folds of her cunt that held him transfixed. She’d been so smooth, like velvet melting all hot and creamy over his hand. That’s what she felt like, and it was no different today.

  Hailey’s greedy little pussy humped against his hands, forcing her clit down against his touch and making her moan out more demands. She hadn’t conceded defeat. She’d taken control, testing his as she began ravaging his neck with her mouth, whispering all sorts of dark and dirty things while her fingers made very quick work of the buttons down his shirt.

  Never before had Cole been caught so off guard by a woman that he’d been rendered still, but that’s just what happened as Hailey’s voice began detailing out fantasies that she wasn’t making up on the spot. They were wicked, twisted, and involved not just him.

  Even as the words poured out of her, her body began flexing faster and faster. Her breath shortening, she abandoned his hand to rub her pussy along the bulging ridge of his jeans. Faster and harder, Hailey wasn’t waiting for him to obey. She intended to take her satisfaction herself, and that had the primitive in him rushing forward to cry foul.

  No woman took. He gave. Cole let her ride herself up to the moment when those hazel eyes went wide and he could feel the first ripples of her release rolling down her leg muscles. Just like that, he lifted her off of him. The sudden denial made her scream, which he expected.

  The fist that pounded him in the cheek caught him off guard as she started to holler all sorts of crazy things at him.

  “You son of a bitch! What the hell is wrong with you? You been threatening all this damn time to lay me out and now look at you—”

  Hailey’s tantrum whipped out into another ear piercing scream as Cole lifted her back off her feet. Whirling her around, it didn’t take him but two steps to have her pinned against the hood of her precious Studebaker. Squashing the breath out of her, he flattened her breasts with his chest as he leaned in to snarl in her face.

  “You don’t come, little darlin’, until I let you.”

  “Wanna bet?”

  Hailey’s neck stretched up to deliver that threat, and he barely managed to dodge her kiss as her hand wrenched free and snaked down between her spread legs. He caught her by the wrist, but the motion cost him as she managed to snake those damn legs back around him and begin grinding her way back to bliss.

  “Damn it.” Where the hell was a rope when he needed one? Nowhere close enough to help.

  That only left him with one option for controlling the little wild fire going up in flames in his arms. Grunting against the strength she managed to exert, Cole still broke the clasp of her thighs. Not giving her a moment to come up with some new way to drive him nuts, he shoved her straight up the hood until her swollen, sweet, glistening cunt hovered under his nose.

  “You wanna play, darlin’, then let’s play,” Cole muttered to himself as her fingers swooped in to show him just how she liked to be petted. No shame, that’s what Hailey had, and God help him, he loved her for it. He should be tearing up that little pussy, but he had to enjoy watching those skinny little fingers try to do the work of a man’s thick hands.

  All hungry and creaming, her cunt glistened just the way he’d been dreaming of since the moment he met Hailey over two years ago. He didn’t intend to let her masturbate her way out of his control. Instead, he teased her with just how pathetic her own administrations were. Tilting his head, he dipped down to give her clit a little lap, brushing over her fingers in the process.

  “Shit!” Hailey squealed and jerked like he struck her with pure electricity.

  “You like that, darling?” Cole asked as he gave her another teasing lick.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she gasped, her hips arching up as her greedy little pussy followed the trail of his warm breath.

  “If you want more, why don’t you put those fingers to better use and spread that little pussy wide open for me?” Cole didn’t know if he should expect to be hit or cussed at, but she held him spellbound when, instead, she actually obeyed.

  Those slender, pale fingers looked so dainty holding open her delicate lips and letting him see it all. That was just an invitation not even Cole had the ability to control his reaction to. He intended to tease her, make her beg and plead, drive her up to the peak of climax again and again until he broke her, but at first taste it was Cole who broke.

  * * * *

  Hailey’s breath caught, freezing her lungs as she watched Cole hover over her spread sex. The ragged pants falling from his lips washed a warm breeze over her delicate flesh, making it shiver and pulse in angry demand for a more intimate kiss.

  She must have lost her mind to offer herself up in such a vulnerably wicked way to Cole of all people, but that’s probably why it thrilled her like nothing else had. Especially when his gaze burned up her length to spear her with the feral lust glowing in his eyes. A sane woman would have whimpered and moved to protect herself.

  Hailey just purred. “What’s wrong, Cole? Need me to call Kyle to teach you how it’s done?”

  Pure rage flashed in his gaze and singed across the tips of his ears before exploding over her cunt as his head dipped and devoured her. Hailey screamed as he sucked the swollen bud of her clit past the hard ridge of his teeth. Trapping her sensitive fl
esh, he tormented it with relentless rolls of his tongue.

  Her body twisted and writhed as he circled over her clit. With each decadent lap, the binds tightening down on the rapture blooming through her grew a little more strained until she could feel the release vibrating through her muscles.

  From a distance, she heard him curse but didn’t cry out when his lips lifted free of her burning flesh. Too far gone to track reality, instincts had her fingers taking over, folding her legs around her hand as she stroked herself ever closer toward sweet oblivion. She’d almost reached that blissful edge when Cole returned.

  Rough hands pried open her legs, forcing them wide as the sticky bluntness of a cock head came to press into her fingers. Not bothering to wait for her to move them, Cole pushed them up into her sheath as his swollen head stretched her entrance wide, almost to the point of pain.

  But what delicious pain it is.

  Hailey’s head rolled along the Studebaker hood as she fed more of her fingers in along with the velvety rod burning up her inside muscles. Absolutely perfect, that’s what taking Cole deep felt like. It felt even better to hear him mutter and cuss as her palm came down on the several inches of solid steel he had waiting for her.

  Pressing down along his smooth length, she managed to both pump his vulnerable flesh while stroking her fingers down the over sensitized walls of her sheath. They both jerked, and she couldn’t stop from doing it again as Cole cussed even harder.

  * * * *

  “Son of a bitch.”

  Hailey was undoing Cole like no woman ever had. The untamed passion burning through her went unrivaled by any other he ever had, matched only by the very perverse fantasies he always had to hold back on even at the club. Not with Hailey.

  He could give free reign to his desires, and she’d challenge him to go further. Even now she captivated him as his eyes went dry staring at where their bodies were joined, her hand caught in the act. More erotic than watching her screw herself was feeling her doing it.

  He touched heaven at the first kiss of his dick into her sheath. Nothing had ever felt this hot, this tight, made so perfectly for his possession. Hailey’s pussy loved him back, sucking him deeper, rippling around every single inch he fed her in a desperate plea for more. When he wouldn’t give it to her, she tried to take it.

  Stroking those fingers in and out of herself, up and down his length, she lured her hips forward, until, inch by inch, Hailey screwed her way down the full length of his cock. Her fingers didn’t have room left, but even as they abandoned her pussy, they slid down to find his balls burning with need.

  “You know, Cole, this would go a lot easier if you would help a little.” That dry comment had his gaze snapping up to meet her smirk. “I mean, after all the talk, I’m kind of disappointed at your level of participation here.”

  She held him transfixed, but all he’d been was an easy fuck to her. God, he hated when Kyle was right. Growling out all his frustration and self-hatred for doing what he had to, Cole wrenched himself free of Hailey as fast as possible and stumbled as far from temptation as he could get. Not even trusting himself to watch, he turned his back on her as she went about taking care of the edge he’d driven her toward.

  Leaning against a support pole, Cole panted through the cries coming from behind him that only added to the misery coming from his own cold, lonely cock. He might have done the right thing, but he felt miserable for it. That he added as another large debt to Hailey’s column.

  Chapter 18

  Hailey’s fist pounded into the hood of her baby as her frustration roared out of her in a scream. Finally, she gave up, recognizing all her attempts to gain release were only making it that much more painful not to find one.

  “Cole, you damn bastard!”

  Hailey sat up, fully expecting to find Cole watching her with humor in his eyes. No doubt this was some sick domination game, and now she was supposed to beg him for release. Well, he’d be the one—

  Her silent tirade cut off sharply as she spotted Cole leaning against one of the black poles. Even with his back to her, she could tell from the way he slumped over that he was in pain. It didn’t take a genius to figure out from what, but it might take one to figure out why.

  “Cole?” He flinched at that, but made no comment, which had Hailey sighing. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you over there whimpering when you should be over here screwing? What? Do you need me to say that I want you? Because I do. In fact, I need you, so if you don’t mind…”

  She waited and after a second he finally moved, albeit very slowly and nothing more than his head. Lifting his chin over his shoulder, he pinned her with a look so full of rage and lust, Hailey felt her voice follow her thoughts in a massive retreat.

  “I’m not your whore, Hailey,” Cole growled from behind clenched teeth. “And I ain’t going to violate your rules. Come four weeks from now, there is only going to be one whore in this room.”

  Hailey should have taken insult at the last bit, but she’d gotten stuck on the first part. The words, the challenge in them, matched the angry glow in his gaze. Kyle had been right. She’d hurt Cole. Despite everything, that didn’t sit right with Hailey.

  “Cole—”

  “Get your robe. Get dressed and help me with this car.”

  As guilty as she might feel, that only made Hailey lash back harder. “I ain’t going to get my robe until we talked this out. I didn’t mean—”

  “Fine. We’ll do it your way.” Cole cut her off, slapping the garage door button. Hailey shrieked and dove for her robe, not about to get in another war over the button that might leave her naked ass flapping in the wind.

  “Damn it, Cole.” Hailey wrenched her robe tight before belting it.

  “You listen when I tell you something, darlin’.”

  “And you should listen when I have something to say because—”

  “I haven’t got the time, darlin’.” Cole waved her off as he moved toward the Daytona. Pulling out the wooden blocks they used as tire stops, he worked his way around the car.

  “Will you stop calling me darlin’?”

  “Whatever you want, sweetness.” Cole flung the driver’s door open and leaned down to begin pushing the car out.

  “Damn it, Cole.” Hailey wasn’t about to be ignored and moved in front of the damn car to block him. “Will you listen to me?”

  Cole straightened up, not appearing the least bit amused. “Get out of the way, Hailey.”

  “Not until you listen to me.”

  “I’ve been listening to you, woman, and I must say, you’re not that interesting.”

  “Why you got to be an ass? I’m trying to apologize here.”

  “Apologize?” Cole scowled at that word, coming around the door as he repeated it. “Apologize? For what?”

  “For calling you a whore.”

  “Huh?” He came to a stop not inches from her to act as if he actually considered her apology with any sincerity. “Is that because you didn’t mean it? You don’t think I’m a whore?”

  “Well, maybe slut would be a better description.”

  “Gee, thanks.” Cole turned around at that.

  “Oh, come on, Cole.” Hailey raced after him. “You got to be kidding me with this attitude. This is what we do. We insult each other.”

  “No.” Cole did that turn thing that had her basically stepping into his hold. “I don’t insult you, Hailey.”

  “Like hell.” Hailey searched for one instance when she could prove that outright lie. “Damn it, that’s not fair Cole, you’re insulting with your attitude, not your words.”

  “My attitude?”

  The fact that he actually looked appalled at that had her jerking back and getting over her guilt. “Don’t give me that look. You know what I mean. What about when we first met and without any consideration for how much work I put into my car, you had the audacity to suggest that I bring it by your shop?”

  That had Cole advancing on her. “First off, I
didn’t know anything about your hobbies or interest at that time. As you just said, we’d only just met, and all I knew was you were hot and had a cool car. It was a pick up line, Hailey. Not an insult.”

  “Even if I were dumb enough to buy that excuse, what about Brody?” Hailey ran toward her other point, not able to argue his first one. She honestly didn’t know if he was lying or actually telling the truth.

  “Brody?” Cole’s shoulders lifted with that confusion. “What about Brody?”

  “You use him. You outsource all your fabrication to him when you know I can out weld that jackass any day of the week.”

  “You’re right. I do use him even though I know you’re a better welder, and you know why? Because he never pinches my nipples!”

  The pulsing vein in Cole’s neck had her own straining as she yelled back. “You deserved that!”

  “For what? Coming on to you?”

  “Try threatening me.”

  “If you’re so afraid of me, then why the hell did you rip your damn robe off?”

  “To get it the hell over with!”

  That had them both stepping back. She had not just said that. It sounded outrageous to her ears and she didn’t have to wonder if Cole concurred. His slow smile assured her his amusement had blunted his annoyance.

  A real smile this time. Not one of his practiced grins that made every woman go weak in her knees, but one that had warmth seeping into her. It was like they were friends in that moment. Understanding that their relationship was too warped for any normal definition didn’t change the fact that it held them in a special bond.

  Cole sighed. “I guess we just like to go after each other.”

  “Maybe it’s just all this sexual tension.” Hailey didn’t mind offering that with a heavy hint of hope in her voice.

  That had Cole laughing and shaking his head. “I think maybe we ought to start off with just trying to be friends.”