It all filled him with a sense of satisfaction he’d never touched before. Hailey was not just another pussy to be conquered and tamed. She was a delicacy to be devoured, consumed, and possessed. By the time she left his bed tonight, she would be his true slave.
Not another toy to be amused with, but a pet to be leashed and kept for the rest of her days. Never before had Cole felt such a driving determination to make a woman want him not just for the moment, but forever. It should have scared him, but instead it fortified his control, strengthening against the desire to simply ravage.
“Oh, Tina, you have such a wicked tongue.”
“What is that?” The shrill cries of the porn still playing on his TV must have acted like a bucket of cold water because Hailey’s tone sharpened in an instant back to its normal vigor.
Ah, hell. He always did like a challenge, Cole thought as he released the hand now tugging for freedom. He knew why. He could see it there on the television where three blondes were all eating pussy in an almost triangular position of naked bodies and silicone inflated breasts.
“Well, now, that’s porn.” He didn’t see any way around admitting the obvious. It earned him a dirty look, and he began to reconsider just how far gone Hailey had actually been a moment ago. Maybe he underestimated his opponent because she didn’t look very subdued now.
“Maybe I should go.”
He should have known. Hailey would never have folded that easily. She had been playing him, playing it all weak and sweet, trying to dupe him into giving her what he wanted. Cole had underestimated her. Pity for Hailey because that just meant he’d have to step it up a few notches.
“Well, maybe you should.” Cole shrugged as he settled back into his bed. “I’m sure that dildo you got at home works just fine.”
He didn’t bother to look away from the interesting threesome on the screen to see how Hailey took his calling her bluff. Not that he needed to. Cole had ears and even over the panting moans of the porno babes, he could hear Hailey’s growl.
“Well, will you at least turn that off?” Caving with ill grace, she stormed in front of the flat screen hanging on the wall. “I didn’t come here to watch porn, Cole.”
Just because he knew it would piss her off even more, Cole smirked at that. “You came for porno night, princess, and in man’s land that means pizza, beer, porn, and jacking off.”
“I didn’t come here to watch you play with yourself, either,” Hailey snorted, rolling her eyes.
“I could play with you,” Cole offered. Daring her with his grin to back down, he upped the ante on her without waiting for her to chip in. “We could act out the scenes.”
Almost as much as he savored watching her face go all soft with desire, Cole really couldn’t help but be thrilled at the way anger flashed over those delicate features. The raw emotion sparked green terror through her gaze as it narrowed dangerously on him. It made him go a little tense and even harder as he anticipated her come back.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when, instead of giving in to her smart mouth, she called his bluff. Stepping to the side, she visibly relaxed as she studied the girls on the television. He didn’t buy for a moment that she enjoyed it any more than he fell for the sweet smile she turned back on him.
“Really? And which pussy are you going to play, Cole?”
He could have laughed at that just because he knew she wanted to antagonize him into action. Giving her the hope that her sad attempt worked, Cole slid his legs off the bed and strutted right up to her toes. Keeping his features grim, he towered over her.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll get one of Kyle’s DVDs. He has all the dick in his.”
Chapter 22
Kyle glared at the darkened shadows of Hailey’s house over his white knuckle. Gripping the steering wheel tighter and tighter, Kyle tried to vent out all his anger and frustration and break the damn things in his hands. He looked everywhere for her. The bar, the diner, everywhere he could think of.
He’d even cruised past her friend Rachel’s house and now he sat there drumming up the anger to drive out to the Davis ranch. As riled up as Kyle felt, he could take on all three brothers if that’s what he needed to find Hailey.
Or I could just sit here. She’s got to show up sometime. He’d about tired out of this hide and seek game Hailey had got stuck on. That had been the whole point behind tonight—to give her what she wanted and show her that she’d never be done needing it.
Of course, the damn woman hadn’t shown up. As Cole had given up waiting, but Kyle took this affront personally. Hailey played him for a fool, and worse, he let her. The last thing Kyle would do is sit at home and lick his wounds, or more precisely play with his dick.
No doubt Cole had already settled in for just porn night. Part of the oddity of Cole was that he took these kind of evenings almost like rite of passage. There were rituals to be maintained. More precisely pizza, which Kyle hadn’t procured yet.
Braced for Cole’s bad mood, Kyle fished his phone out of his pocket and hit the speed dial button on his cell.
“Where the hell are you, man? That must be some fucking pizza.” Cole answered the phone just the way Kyle anticipated.
“I’m at Hailey’s.”
“Yeah?” Cole paused and Kyle held his breath, waiting for the hit. “She there?”
“No.”
“Sucker.”
That seemed unusually mild for Cole given Kyle owed him food. Instead of easing Kyle’s tension, Cole response only agitated him more. “Yeah, I know, but I think I’m going to wait a little while and see if she shows up.”
“Huh.” There came that hesitation again, and Kyle growled with his impatience for Cole to just go ahead and be an ass so they could fight, because that’s what Kyle really wanted. “You gonna be long?”
“No,” Kyle snapped. “I’m just going to give her a half hour.”
“If you want,” Cole conceded easily. “Just don’t forget my pizza.”
“Okay, Cole, just give it to me.”
Cole had the audacity to sound confused when he asked, “Give what?”
“Whatever smart ass thing is making you smile through this fucking phone.”
Cole laughed outright at that, clearly enjoying frustrating Kyle. “If you expected me to be a dick, why’d you call?”
Because he needed to relieve some of his tension before Hailey got home and he took things too far. Cole had probably already figured that out. Bastard that he was, Cole wouldn’t give him an out.
“Never mind,” Kyle muttered. “I just wanted to let you know I’d be late with the pizza.”
“Yeah, well, I got a beer in my hand and a movie to watch, so if you’re done? Good. Don’t forget the pizza.”
Kyle glared at his phone when the line went dead. Something weird was going on.
* * * *
Hailey felt like the cat that had wandered into the dog house, only she’d been dumb enough to walk in with way too much arrogance. Patton had been right. She didn’t have the defenses to take on Cole. If it hadn’t been for the shock of the porno he’d been watching, she would probably already be bound to his bed, begging him to do whatever he wanted.
Just like Claudia.
Shivers raced down her spine as memories of that night flashed through her. It made sinking into the heated musk of Cole’s sheets that much more thrilling. For all the fear and nerves that plagued her as she stayed hidden, this time pure excitement coursed in sporadic tremors through her muscles.
If she had any sense, she’d leave, jump out the window again if she had to. Hell, if she had any sense she wouldn’t have come here in the first place. Hailey thought she’d proven quite well in the past two days how very little sense she had.
As easily as that could have been taken as in insult, Hailey took it as a compliment. Everything may have gone completely off kilter, but it would definitely go down as one hell of a summer. It was only looking to get better as Hailey settled into Cole’s spot on the bed.
All of the pillows had been stacked into a small mountain on the right side. Still indented from where Cole had obviously been spending the past two hours, his outline spanned at least two inches on either side of her as she settled into his place. Recognizing he’d take it as a challenge, Hailey fluffed up the pillows and adjusted the sheets before making herself comfortable.
A bold move, no doubt, but it didn’t stop her from having to take a deep breath every five seconds as she tried to force the anxious trembles from her muscles. The only thing that chased away the chill of fear was the warmth inspired by the sight of Cole strutting back into the room.
He still hadn’t bothered with a shirt or even to buckle his belt. There was just something about the sight of fuzzy hairs rimming his belly button and fading down into the weathered waistband of his jeans. It made her tingle in all sorts of wicked ways. Just like the deep drawl of voice did.
“You know that’s my bed, don’t you?” He hadn’t even paused as he paced up alongside the bed.
Hailey couldn’t help but smiling with her anticipation of his coming response. “So?”
That had him hesitating a second before he set a cold beer down on the nightstand at her elbow. “So, it’d be nice if you took off your shoes before you got in it.”
“Yeah? Well, it’d be nice if you picked up your dirty underwear from the floor before I came over.”
That finally earned her a dark look. “Hey, I pick up my dirty underwear once a week.”
“Laundry day?”
“Get your shoes off my bed.” With that proclamation, he strutted off with the DVD box he had in his hands. It gave Hailey quite a delight to kick her sandals off at him. One even popped him in the ass, provoking a giggle she couldn’t help.
“Kyle called. He’s running late.”
Those grim words coming out of that smile being cast over his shoulder had her nerves kicking back in. It kicked her arousal up another notch, too, because now there was nothing stopping Cole from doing his worst. Just like the idiot she was, she just had to egg him on as the player’s tray slid open.
“I guess that explains the beer. Figuring it makes your charm any smoother, Cole?”
That got a chuckle. “Beer, pizza, porn,” he held up a DVD box as he pressed the tray closed, “and masturbation. You can’t leave out any ingredient, Hailey, the tradition is that sacred.”
Hailey snorted at that bit of wisdom. Something about what he said kind of made her go ick. “Have you ever jacked off in front of a woman before?”
Clearly caught off guard by that question, he straightened as he turned backed toward her. Considering it for a moment, the answer came to him with a shrug. “I don’t think ever.”
“Figures,” Hailey snorted and just like that he jumped to the bait.
“Why’s that, princess?”
“Because masturbating for a woman, letting her just watch your pleasure, that would be a little vulnerable of a position for a badass like yourself. Right, Cole?”
Coming to tower over the edge of the bed, he smirked down at her. “See, now, I’d have just said it was a waste of time. What fool plays with himself when he has a pussy to keep him entertained? Set and match, princess.”
Before she could respond to that arrogant declaration, he scooped her off the bed. “Cole.”
“You know, Hailey, you really need to gain about another hundred pounds to back all that sass you got in you.”
Going from captured in his arms to trapped in his lap, Hailey’s ego smarted at how easily he could just claim victory. “You know, Cole, I really am going to need that beer to help me believe you’re charming.”
One blink and the dew covered bottle floated in front of her eyes. “You know, Hailey, if it only takes one beer, you really are a cheap date.”
Not about to let him get the last word, Hailey snatched the beer out of his hand. “You know, Cole—” Her words got cut off in her gasp, as his cold touch sizzled into her thigh.
“And these legs, princess, they stay spread in my bed.” Growling those words into her neck, his hands settled onto her thighs and wrenched them over his. In less than a heartbeat, he bent his knees and folded them over hers, pinning her into position.
The heavy, rough press of his jean clad legs against her bare ones scraped tingles of pure electricity straight to the cunt that barely remained covered by the thin edge of her skirt. She could feel herself split open, the cold air tantalizing her most intimate skin. Swollen and creaming, it begged for what it knew came next.
“Now you just relax with your beer and watch the movie.” His voice dipped again into a sexy growl as his lips nuzzled the delicate skin beneath her ear. “You just let me take care of masturbating this pretty little pussy.”
Hailey choked on her own breath as, with that little warning, Cole’s big hand covered her mound. No tender seduction or gentle teasing, he claimed her cunt with a ruthless invasion as two callused fingers slid in to force her lips wide.
Her pussy greeted his touch with a spasm of pure rapture. The sensation hummed through her clit, vibrating back in magnified ripples of delight as his palm settled over her throbbing bud. The rough scrape of his hardened skin against her delicate flesh had her gasping into a shriek as he fucked two thick fingers into her.
No pause, no hesitation, he screwed her hard and fast, igniting a riot through her system. Those magical fingers drummed over the walls of her sheath, beating out spasms that racked her body, making her writhe as she cried out.
Panting, bucking, Hailey dug her head into the hard ridge of his shoulder as her hips lifted in a desperate plea for more of the ravaging grind of his palm over her clit. Digging her nails into his thigh, Hailey held on as her whole body lost control, riding his hand toward the glorious conclusion she could feel cresting.
“Son of a bitch!”
Hailey would have bolted out of the bed at the first contact of the ice cold bottle against her molten flesh if it hadn’t been Cole holding her down by the waist. Even as he pressed into her heat with that bottle, Hailey tried to push herself up his lap in an attempt to escape.
“Damn it, Cole!”
“You were going to spill it,” Cole cut back as he tilted the bottle till the hard ridge of its bottom started to massage over her clit. Too wound up by his petting to be put off by a little chill, the cool only made the sparks igniting in her tender nub that much more violent.
“Nobody spills beer on my bed.”
“Oh, God,” Hailey panted, falling forward as she felt the first sparkly tension of her impeding release.
“You ever fuck a beer bottle, princess?”
Even as strung out on pleasure as she was, Hailey didn’t fail to respond with full honesty. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Oh, come on, Hailey. A woman who only owns a dildo and little lube has to be creative.”
“Cole.” Hailey groaned only his name because no other words could form through the blooming pleasure.
“That’s why I picked you up a few gifts on the way home today.”
Just like that the cold bottle disappeared, leaving her there on the edge, again. It didn’t take any more than the one brain cell Hailey had left firing to figure out that pattern. She needed more cells to start working, though, if she wanted to do anything more about it than just listen to Cole gulp beer.
The clunk it made as he settled it back onto the nightstand had her head rolling to the side. The near miss of a splendid orgasm held her still as she watched him pull open the nightstand drawer and start to pull out a crumpled up, brown bag.
“Now come on and settle back.” A big hand came to span over her stomach and press her back into place against his chest. “This night is all about relaxing, and what’s more enjoyable than getting a surprise gift.”
A few more brain cells kicked in as he settled the bag between her splayed legs. A gift? If this had been a horror movie, she’d have expected to open it and find a dead rat. This was porno night, thou
gh, and that meant only one thing could be in that brown paper bag.
“Nice gift wrapping job.”
Even with her tone still brooding with the husky tones of desire, Hailey managed to at least align the words for a decent come back. Her damn voice just dulled the edge, earning her a chuckle.
“It seemed appropriate.”
“And did you have to park behind the building to go in?” There, that sounded a whole lot more biting.
Not that it dented the gloating sound of Cole’s voice one bit. “Are you going to stall all night, princess?”
Swallowing back another retort, Hailey braced her soggy defenses and slid a hand into the bag. Hard, rounded plastic, that’s what her fingers curled around, but it wasn’t the cock she had been expecting. Pulling the small bottle out, she squinted slightly through the daze still in her gaze to read the bottle.
“Edible warming lotion?”
“Oh, yeah.” Cole pulled the little jar from her fingers. “I like this stuff. You ever use it?”
“I’ve heard of it,” Hailey answered as she dug into the bag. Trying to ignore Cole unscrewing the cap, she couldn’t stop the shiver as he poured some of the cool lotion onto her shoulder.
“Well, princess, there isn’t anything like feeling it.”
One single finger silenced her response as it dipped into the lotion and traced a line of liquid heat up the side of her neck. The warmth sank deep into her skin, liquefying her muscles as Cole’s moist kiss ate up the tremors tracing back in the wake of his touch.
“Mmm,” his growl echoed her groan. “You’re just the sweetest thing I ever did lick.”
“Cole.” Hailey moaned out his name as he took another taste of her tender skin. This time his teeth scraped over her flesh, singeing her shivers with pointed sparks of electric pleasure.
“There’s more in the bag, princess.” In what he obviously intended to become a ritual, Cole leaned back. Setting the lotion down on the nightstand, he changed it over for the beer. “Go on now. You ain’t an old lady with gift wrap. Tear on into that bag.”
“I’m screwing my best friend.”
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