Hailey's Game

by Hailey's Game (lit)

  “Hours.” That didn’t sound good. Neither did the rest of what Patton had to say. “The women love him for it. He’s rated at giving some of the best orgasms and known for making women do whatever he wants, even if they said they wouldn’t before they stepped into his chamber.”

  The very idea echoed through her head and out her lips. “Whatever he wants?”

  Patton thrilled at the wicked gossip. Her voice dipping low, Hailey could hear the giggle popping up in her words. “When women join the club, they fill out forms saying what they don’t want to experience, like anal sex. That’s a common one that is listed on many of Cole’s pets’ lists. No anal sex unless it’s Cole because he’s that good at making women beg for things they said no to an hour before.

  “You get anywhere near that man’s bed, Hailey, and it’s going to be you begging, forgetting all your own rules, and letting him do whatever he wants to you. I’m telling you now, you better pray to God that man chooses Kitty Anne, or he’s going to own you.”

  She shouldn’t ask, but Hailey found herself doing all sorts of things she shouldn’t be lately. “What about Kyle? You look at his file?”

  Stupid question. Patton’s grin already made Hailey regret giving into her curiosity.

  “I wouldn’t trust him in a bedroom even if I had him chained to a bed.” Patton delighted in exaggerating, but this time Hailey had a sickening feeling her friend told the truth. “You know what they call him? Trojan.”

  Not sure how to take that name, Hailey scowled. “As in condoms?”

  “As in a charming gift that sneaks past a woman’s guard and then ravages her mercilessly he. He’s smooth, Hailey, charming right up until you’re leashed to his bed, but then again you already know that.”

  No, she hadn’t actually. Anxiety and fear made Hailey ignore her friend’s knowing look. They were going to eat her up tonight and she didn’t have enough sanity to not offer herself up for their feasting. Boy would it be fun.

  “I’ll tell you what. I just won’t wear any underwear.”

  Patton blinked at that shift in the conversation before her gaze narrowed. For a moment, Hailey braced for a sharp comeback, but when Patton whirled around stating, “I’ve got the prefect thing,” Hailey’s gut tightened with fear.

  “Patton.” She didn’t want to follow her friend, but she did.

  “I just made them the other week, and I’ve been playing with a design for a top, but,” Patton paused along with her words to cast Hailey a considering look. “I think braless will work well with these panties.”

  “How come I get the feeling these aren’t just panties?”

  “Ah, here we are.” Patton pulled something wrapped in tissue from a plastic storage box. As she began folding back the paper, Patton babbled on. All the while, Hailey’s eye just grew wider and wider.

  “I got this idea from watching Fresh Prince. I catch it at night sometimes in reruns. Anyway, the mother…What was her name? Oh, I forget, she was telling somebody about how she wrapped herself up in saran wrap to seduce her husband, and it gave me this idea. It took me forever to figure out how to get it just right, but, well, what do you think?”

  Hailey blinked at all of that, but only one thought came to mind. “I’m not wearing plastic panties.”

  Chapter 21

  Cole barely noticed the flash of headlights pulling into the drive. On his third beer without any food, he staked a place out on his bed to spend the night at least watching porn if he couldn’t participate in any of the fun.

  The little digital numbers on his DVD player blinked nine at him. Two hours later than Hailey was supposed to show up. That just made him the biggest fool walking around Pittsview. He cleared his calendar of a sure thing and abided by Hailey’s rules like a good boy, and for what? To play with himself all night?

  It just went to show that the woman wouldn’t ever hold up her end of the bargain. She probably planned to waste the next three weeks making him play good boy to her leash just to welch on her end when it came time to pay his bill.

  She overplayed her hand this time. He could see now so clearly what Miss Hailey’s game was. Well, she had better have a contingency plan because Cole intended rewrite her rules to his liking.

  He drank to that only to find his bottle coming up empty. Grunting, he rolled out of the bed. Might as well go get a new beer and a slice of the pizza Kyle brought home with him. Not bothering to put on shoes or a shirt, Cole managed to button up his jeans as he padded down the hallway.

  Instead of being greeted by Kyle coming in the door with the pizza as Cole expected, a nock welcomed him into the living room. Not really in the mood for a visitor, he clunked his bottle down on the console table behind the couch and moved in on the door without any enthusiasm. It took him long enough to earn another knock.

  That earned the unwanted visitor a cuss in Cole’s head, and he moved even slower in response. Smacking his lips and scratching his belly, he took his time before he bothered to get the door. Intent on chasing off whoever disturbed his brooding, Cole’s smart ass comment got caught in the back of his throat.

  In the dull, yellow glow of the porch light, a fiery-headed princess glanced nervously around. As the door whined wide open, the sound drew her gaze up, but not before she already started shoving her way past him.

  “Why are you dawdling? Let me in.”

  A horn honked behind her as a truck he recognized as one of the Davis brothers’ prized possessions started backing out the drive. Cole let Hailey slide beneath his arms, letting the waft of cinnamon and the brush of feminine curves chase away his bad mood. In fact, he even found a smile as he watched the truck take off down the street.

  “Don’t tell me one of those boys drove you over here?” Cole would just love to hear that. He’d love rubbing it in their faces even more because their interference would certainly explain Hailey being late by two hours.

  “No.”

  Hailey’s answer offered nothing more than disappointment and a strong reminder that as happy as the Mr. Man might be to have his playmate show up, he still had a grudge to settle with her for making him wait.

  “Patton gave me a lift over. That’s why I’m late. It’s hard to get anywhere on time with Patton in tow.”

  Turning as he closed the door, he tracked Hailey as she shed her sweater, finding a new reason to grin. The little princess actually put on a skirt. He didn’t remember ever seeing her in one of those before, and he would have remembered.

  As sexy as her legs looked spread out on the hood of her Studebaker a week back, that little skirt made all her rounded curves look even juicier. Soft, smooth skin, just the sight of her invited his touch, and then he could wrap his hands around those thighs and wrench them open. That little skirt would pop up around her waist.

  The little princess really should wear it like that, like a belt, and show off her smooth little cunt. All pink and swollen, it had been a long time since he tasted something that decadent. Tonight he’d gorge himself and forget about the damn pizza.

  Shifting slightly with that thought, his cock pulsed angrily in demand, and he quickly assured the Mr. Man he’d get to gorge himself, too. His dick really didn’t care to wait.

  “One of you is going to have to give me a ride home tonight.” Dropping the sweater over the back of the couch, she glanced all around as she rambled on with obvious nerves. “I didn’t bring my car because I didn’t want it sitting in your driveway advertising anything.”

  He’d just have to make her scream loud enough to be heard all the way down the street because Cole definitely wanted every man in Pittsview to know who put the smile her face come tomorrow morning. That smart retort got caught in his throat as Hailey turned back around.

  The damn woman hadn’t worn a bra. There went all the blood in his brain. It rushed southward, flooding into his balls until they burned with a need he couldn’t wait to satisfy. It took every bit of control he possessed to stay there, leaning against the door, when what he r
eally wanted to do was tackle her to the ground and ravage her there in the middle of the living room.

  He didn’t give in to that savage urge. Even with all his thinking being done below his belt, Cole still managed to have a few rational thoughts. For starters, he figured out in that moment she’d done this to him on purpose.

  Making him wait, knowing it would make him harder by the second, not to mention angrier, and then showing up half dressed. All of it had been intentional in the hope of triggering him into rash action. Rash enough not to make her reconsider any of those stupid rules she had Kyle agree to.

  His gaze stayed caught and stuck on the dark shadow of her nipples beneath her tank. Cole couldn’t help but grin as they puckered and strained forward under the heat of his gaze. Oh, yeah. He’d be enjoying all the delights Hailey’s body had to offer tonight, and she wouldn’t be rushing him.

  “Cole?”

  “Huh?” Lazily, he lifted his gaze to catch Hailey’s scowl. It matched the sharpness in her tone, and he knew he already irritated her.

  “Where is Kyle?”

  “Getting pizza,” Cole shrugged. “You know it’s porno night.”

  “Pizza?” That darkened her frown. “I would have thought the two of you had eaten by now.”

  “I would have, but you know Kyle, always wanting to play the gentleman. He only went for pizza once he gave up hope of you showing up.” Even if he gave it to her in a smooth tone, he could still see Hailey bristling at that comment.

  “I told you I got held up.”

  “Ever heard of a phone, Hailey? It’s this really neat invention that—”

  “I would have called, but I just lost track of time.”

  Cole snorted at that. “I can understand how that would happen. It’s just because you didn’t have anything like a setting sun to remind you.”

  Hailey didn’t jump to that bait, but she did start to look a little concerned as she backed up. “Are you drunk?”

  “You could wish.”

  That didn’t lighten Hailey’s glower or tone. “You’ve been drinking.”

  “Not enough to pull the dog back from his leash, princess.” Cole grinned as her gaze snapped down to where his erection pushed out every single button down his jeans. With a lick of her lips and a quick swallow, Hailey gave away every thought in her head.

  “Don’t worry, princess, this is porno night.”

  His reassurance had her looking more agitated than ever as her eyes darted toward her sweater. “I don’t know what the hell that’s supposed to mean, but maybe I should just go.”

  “Go?” Cole moved quickly under that provocation, catching her wrist in his grip before she could even lift the sweater off the couch. His other arm circled her waist, dragging her flush against his body as he pinned her with an arm around her waist.

  “You can’t go, princess. You just got here,” Cole murmured against her neck before giving her a little suckling kiss. He felt the shudders race over her and gave her another taste.

  “Cole.” The breathy way she whispered his name stroked like a liquid flame over his body, making every muscle tighten. Trapped in his hold, her hands came up, protecting the racing heart he could feel pounding beneath the soft press of her breasts. “I don’t—”

  “That’s right, Hailey, don’t.” Because he didn’t want to hear anything but her panting his name in that sexy little way that made him ache. Sealing any protest she might make, Cole whispered a gentle kiss across the smooth arch of her lips. Seducing her with the slow rubbing caress, he teased her with tiny nibbles and quick nips that had her mouth sighing open.

  “Cole.”

  Yeah, just like that. All husky with want and need, she moaned out his name as her body began to melt around him. It triggered every ruthless urge he possessed, unleashing a primitive instinct that demanded he take, conquer, command the luscious landscape of curves rubbing into him.

  It became almost painful to hold back as her nails scraped through his hair and tried to force his kiss hard against her lips, but Cole held on. It would be an easy delight to take her hard and fast, there in the living room, but other victories would hold even greater satisfaction.

  Lassoing his desires down, Cole took it slow. Refusing the wicked taunting of her tongue and aggressive press of her lips, he gave her only teasing licks, soft nibbles, forcing her to his pace until she melted down the front of him and gave up the battle.

  Slow…go slow. Silently chanting that thought welded it into a single purpose. The fortitude of which was tested as his palm fanned over the lush curve of her rump. The thin fabric of her skirt offered no protection to the heat of her flesh. It seared his hand, branding him with one single thought.

  Sweet mother of God.

  The damn woman had come to his house without any panties on. Sharp spikes speared through his simmering lust, flexing every one of his muscles in a blind attempt to break Cole’s control. Fighting the savage whip of raw desire, his fingers crushed the hem of her skirt in his tight fist, a hair’s breadth from ripping it clear and giving in to the pounding drive of his cock to plunder what sweet flesh lay below.

  “Cole?”

  A tender curl of warmth unfurled inside him at that soft, sexy pant. It grew, infusing his lusts with a thicker, deeper emotion as he lifted his head to gaze down into Hailey’s wide eyes. They’d gone molten chocolate with her arousal, a beautiful contrast to her red lips, all swollen and pouty with his kiss.

  This was how she should always look at him with the flush of a woman’s desires stain her cheeks and the flutter of lashes as her lids sank with pleasure. Just the slight tremble in her lips made his cock pulse with demand.

  This is what he’d been missing, what he’d been looking for so long, the pleasure of just watching a woman come undone in his arms. Watching and feeling the soft velvety resistance of skin, so smooth under his fingers. The slight brush of the back of his hand against the inside of her thigh had Hailey gasping out a little pant as she jerked forward.

  He couldn’t resist but to tease her again, luxuriating in the way her breath caught. A second later she sucked in air, heaving her temptingly against his chest. Breath by breath, stroke by stroke, he dismantled Hailey’s reason until she quivered beneath his touch.

  Slick with sweat and the thick cream of her arousal, her skin grew damper as he traced the trail of desire up to the soft, swollen brush of her pussy lips. There he hesitated, teasing the delicate seam where her leg dipped in before flaring out into her sweet heaven.

  He kept her suspended in that moment until she quivered and mewed before collapsing against his chest. There, in a husky pant against his skin, she gave him what he wanted most of all.

  “Please, Cole, please…” The soft murmurs faded away into ragged draws of breath. Her body told him what she wanted. Clenching against his jeans, her leg rubbed his, opening her most intimate flesh to his touch as she gave him another plea. “Please, Cole.”

  Savoring the moment, Cole didn’t intend to let Hailey get away with anything short of total surrender. She’d call him master or he wouldn’t give her what she wanted. Tilting his head down, he took a taste of the delicious stretch of neck she laid vulnerable to him. “What, princess? What do you want?”

  “Touch me,” she whimpered. Her leg strengthened her plea into a demand. The hard curve of her knee bit into his waist as her whole leg flexed in a pointed display that she opened herself to him.

  “Where?” Cole indulged in the decadence of having Hailey at his mercy, giving her only a single pass of a finger over the curve of her swollen lip. “Here?”

  “Yes.” Gasping, her hips arched in blind search of his finger. “Please, Cole.”

  Smothering his chuckle against her neck, he gave into her pretty pleas. Stroking his fingers up her pussy, he didn’t pause or linger but pet her like a cat, making her preen and mew as she arched helplessly into his touch.

  “You’re so wet, Hailey. You walk around like this, or should I take it as a compl
iment?”

  “Cole.” Not amused, not appeased, her cries took on an anguished demand as her nails dug into his shoulders and she lifted up rub that hot cunt down the front of his jeans.

  Just like that morning, Hailey tried to take what only he had the right to give. Just like then, Cole was left wishing he had a rope. Then he could really have some fun with his sweet Hailey. He had binds in the bedroom and the skills to make her forget all of her stupid rules.

  Pinning her leg in place with his arm, Cole gave Hailey the pleasure she sought. Burrowing one thick finger through the parted folds of her pussy, he trapped her slick clit beneath a roll that had her whole body twisting. Slow and steady, he watched the climax build in the darkening swirls of her gaze. He could hear it in the squeaky gasps.

  He could even smell it thickening in the air until she tensed and stiffened, her muscles trembling with the power of nearing release. That’s just where Cole left her, on the edge. He didn’t give her time to object to his hand’s retreat but caught her lips in a hard kiss. Again, just when she began to respond, he lifted his head.

  “I think we better finish this in the bedroom.” With that heated promise, he released her. Knowing that she’d fallen too far into his spell to do anything more than obey, he held his hand out. “Come.”

  Even though he knew she would, Cole couldn’t help releasing a slight breath of relief when her hand slid into his. Tightening his fingers, he assured she wouldn’t escape by sealing her hand in his fist. Not that Hailey fought even his firm hold.

  The click-clack of her strappy sandals echoed all around him as Hailey followed docilely after him. How many times had he heard that sound? How many small hands had he held in his and led down this hall before? Too many for Cole to count. Too many for him to remember, but he knew he’d never forget Hailey.

  This ritual had always been just a moment, not even worth a thought. Tonight, though, he savored every sound of her heels on the wood floor, the heat of her palm pressing into his, even the delicate arch of her fingers as they twined through his.