Hailey just shakes her head and starts to move away.
“Hey, hang on,” I growl, shoving them aside and catching up to her. The crowd surges around us, people pushing phones and pens in my face, but I manage to grab her arm and pull her around. “Hang on, what-”
Someone shoves her from behind, and she suddenly falls into me as the crowd surges around us with the blaring of the rock band across the court. I make a move to help her up, but then her lips are right in my ear.
“I don’t think the high kicks would go over very well,” she husks, her lips just brushing my ear.
“Because I’m not wearing any panties.”
Hands are grabbing me, pulling me away to pose for pictures as Hailey steps away. And there are suddenly thirty people between us, thirty microphones and cameras, and thirty roaring, demanding voices.
But I don’t see a single one of them.
Because my eyes are locked on Hailey as she grins once more, turns, and saunters away. My eyes are locked on that little skirt and the groan catches in my throat at the thought of perfect, innocent, good-girl Hailey waltzing across the gym in a miniskirt…
…And not a single stitch of fabric covering her bare pussy.
* * *
“Well hey there Ten.”
I groan at the sound of Meredith’s voice before I turn and smile thinly at her. “Hi.”
She’s wearing that same black trench coat and black heels combo that she was wearing when she came to my room that night. But something tells me the outfit is slightly more expanded here at the rally than it was before.
She’s grinning this smoldering little smile at me, and I eye her suspiciously. “What can I do for you, Meredith?”
“You can finish what you started.”
Aww, shit.
I start to shake my head when she laughs, her hand reaching out to rest on my arm. “The interview,” she says with a dramatic sigh and roll of her eyes, as if I’m crazy for thinking she might mean anything else.
“Dirty boy,” she adds with a wink that makes me frown. “I really do need to finish our list of questions though, if I could borrow you for a second.”
I sigh as I look up and scan the basketball court. We’re into the mingling phase, where the players are all just walking around saying hi to people and shaking hands with wealthy alumni - I’m pretty sure they can do that without me. Off across the room, I see Hailey, looking fucking incredible in that little outfit as she stands smiling next to her dad and talking with some official looking types in suits.
“It’ll just be a few quick minutes, I promise,” Meredith says, jerking my attention away from Hailey and back to her.
“Okay, yeah that’s fine,” I finally say. “Fire away.”
She laughs. “Not here, silly, the background noise is going to kill my recorder. She nods towards the doors that lead down the hall to the athletic department offices. “Can we find a quiet space?”
“Meredith-”
“Oh my God, Dalton!” She giggles, twirling her hair around a nail. “I’m a professional, and I can keep my hands to myself.” She winks, “If you insist.”
“I do.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, let’s go do this and then you can get back to your little party, okay?”
I shoot one last look over the crowd towards Hailey, before I frown and turn back. “Alright, let’s make it quick.”
* * *
“So, first question.” Meredith is leaning against the desk in the volleyball coach’s office, with me slumped on the couch against the wall. “Do you have a personal dream NFL team you’d like to play for someday?”
I almost grin at how professional Meredith turns once we’re alone in the back office. “I…I don’t know, actually.” I shrug. “I guess playing for-”
“Boorrring,” she says, rolling her eyes as I frown.
Um, okay?
“Next question. Who got you into football to start with?”
I nod, this one’s easy. “My dad got me a ball for my seventh birthday, and after that-”
“Okay, these questions are seriously boring me, how about you?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “They’re your questions, Meredith.”
“Yeah but they’re so boring.” She stands up from leaning against the desk. “Don’t you think?”
I shrug. “I dunno, yeah, sure. They’re a little stock.”
She takes a step towards me and grins. “Well what if I ask some better ones?”
There’s a quiet little warning bell in my head, but I ignore it. “Yeah, sure, let’s just get-”
She suddenly undoes the tie of her coat and shrugs it off.
I was very wrong about her having added anything to the outfit since last time.
“Through this,” I finish, trailing off as I raise a brow at the totally nude reporter standing three feet from me.
“Here’s a better question,” she husks out as she steps forward until she’s right in front of where I’m sitting. Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me. “How many times do you think you can make me come with that big cock of yours before we have to get back out there?”
Fuck.
“Meredith-”
“Dalton, my dad is looking for-”
Hailey stops dead in her tracks, one hand on the doorknob, one foot inside the door, and both eyes wide and locked on the scene in front of her.
“Oh.”
It’s a single word, but it says everything. It’s this sound like something breaking through the ice of a frozen lake, the sound of loss, and betrayal.
And it fucking shatters me.
“Hailey-”
“I- I need to go.” And then she’s turning and running back down the hallway.
Meredith is giggling, but I quickly shove her away as I stand.
“Oh, what, she’ll be fine!” She says, trying to snake her hand up my arm.
I shake her off and whirl on her. “Goddamnit, I said stop.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh my God, what’s the big deal? She’s just your stepsister, she’ll be-”
Meredith’s red lips suddenly clamp shut as her eyes go wide. “Oh…my.”
Oh, shit.
Her face lights up as her mouth opens again. “Oh, oh, oh! You are a naughty boy, sugar, aren’t you?”
“It’s not what you think,” I say icily, narrowing my eyes at her. “She’s just going through some stuff.”
“Oh I bet she is.”
“Meredith,” I say, my voice dark and my jaw tight. “What you’re thinking isn’t real.”
She’s reaching for her coat and pulling it back on, tying the front as she collects her purse and her recorder. “Well, that’s your word versus mine, Dalton, and one of us is an investigative reporter.”
“Leave it,” I growl as she steps to the open doorway.
She turns and smiles this big fake smile my way. “Maybe if you would’ve just shut up and fucked me, Dalton. But now?” She tsks and shakes her head. “This is way too juicy now.”
Fuck.
38
Dalton
Goddamnit.
I’m running out of the office the second after Meredith leaves. One way down the hallway leads to back to the fucking spirit rally, but if I know Hailey, that’s the last damn place she’d go right now.
I head the other way, running down the back hallways of the athletics department until I spot her heading down a side-hall towards the parking lot exit.
“Hailey!”
She turns at the sound of her name, but she scowls and whirls away when she realizes it’s me.
I run after her.
“Goddamnit, stop a second.” I grab her arm, pulling her around towards me, but she shoves me back, shaking herself free.
“Keep your hands off of me!”
“That is not what you think it was,” I growl, taking another step towards her as she glares at me. “That was the furthest fucking thing from what you think it was.”
Hailey r
olls her furious eyes, a look of disgust crossing her face like a shadow. A look that hits me like a knife to the gut.
“Oh and what could I possibly think it was, hmm? And how could I possibly think that about you, Dalton?” She spits the last part at my face, her lips going tight and her eyes blazing.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” I can feel the scowl form on my face, even as her words twist that knife in my side a little deeper.
“Oh, you know what I mean, big Ten,” she says, her words dripping in sarcasm.
I stare at her. “Jesus, do you actually think anything was going to happen back there?”
“I know you, Dalt-”
“Yeah,” I grab her and yank her close cutting her off as her breath catches. “Yeah, you do know me.” My voice is stronger, more edged than I want it to be, and her eyes go wide for a second.
“Do I?”
There’s a moment of crystal silence as we glare at each other like that - four whole seconds of iced-over frost before someone glances down the hallway on their way past.
I tighten my hand on her arm. “C’mere.”
“Dalton-”
But I’m not listening as I kick open the door next to us and yank her inside what’s apparently the girls’ volleyball locker room.
“What are you doing, Dalton-”
I turn to the door, shoving it shut and locking it before I turn back to her. She’s against the row of lockers behind her, her eyes wide as I advance on her like she’s my damn prey.
And in a way, she is. She’s what I’ve been hunting for since before I even knew I was hunting. She’s what I was after, even if I was fucking lost out there looking for it.
She’s it for me.
…And it’s time I show her that.
Hailey’s eyes flash at me with this wild look, an inferno in those pretty blue eyes. I stalk towards her, her looking turning hungrier the closer I get. She gasps as I step right into her, pushing her back until she’s flat against the metal lockers behind her, her eyes dancing across my own.
“You think you don’t mean more to me than that?” I growl. My hand slides down her arms until they find her fingers, and I lace them with my own before I push them up and back behind her.
She swallows thickly, her lips trembling. “I-”
“Because you do,” I growl out. “You mean fucking everything to me.”
And then I kiss her, and when I do, I make sure it’s a kiss she’ll never forget in a million fucking years.
I kiss her hard, and fiercer then I’ve ever kissed her before - harder and fiercer than I know for a damn fact she’s ever been kissed by anyone in her whole damn life. It’s a kiss to mark, to bruise, to remember in sweet agony later when she’s missing it.
It’s a kiss to tell her that she’s mine, and damn if I’m going to let her walk away from that so easily.
Hailey moans as I claim her mouth, her tongue finding mine, soft whimpers catching in her throat. Her body arches to meet mine, as if craving the contact, and I’m all too happy to oblige. I push her back, molding and covering her body with my own, and she shivers as I slide my mouth to her neck.
“Oh, fuck, Dalton-”
Her whispered moans are soft and yet desperate, tender but roaring in my ears.
I keep her hands where they are, pinned above her head with one of mine. The other, I bring down, my fingers tracing the outline of her body as my mouth leaves a roadmap down her neck.
“You’re everything. I need you to know that,” I husk into her ear, feeling her shiver as the moan teases from her lips. “And I need to know that you’re mine.”
I nip her earlobe, and she sucks in her breath as the moan catches somewhere deep in her chest.
“Yes,” she whimpers, arching her hips to meet mine. “I’m yours.”
I was rock hard before, but my cock practically tears through my pants at the sound of her words. I groan into her ear as my hand slides further down, until it finds the edge of her cheer skirt. I pull it up, teasingly, haltingly, and she shivers at the feel of the air across her bare slit.
“This is mine,” I growl into her ear, cupping the wet heat between her legs with my hand.
“Dalton, please-” she gasps, panting her breath into my ear as I tease her neck with my mouth.
Slowly, I let her hands go and drop to my knees in front of her. I push her skirt up to her waist, and I growl deeply at the sight of her perfect, bare slit open and ready for me.
I move my lips to her thigh, kissing slowly up the inside of it and making her legs shake. My mouth brushes just to the side of her opening, and she cries out a choked moan as my tongue dances just shy of her.
God, her pussy is gorgeous.
I want to keep teasing her, but I’m done denying myself what I want, and what I want to give her. And when I drag my tongue deeply through her slit, she moans wildly above me.
I push my tongue deep inside, lapping at her sweet nectar. I move higher, gently sucking her clit between my lips and teasing it with my tongue. Hailey’s going crazy, clawing at the metal lockers behind her, another hand sliding through my hair as I lick her sweet pussy. I grab one of her legs and throw it up over my shoulder, and she clutches me wildly with both hands. I push my tongue as deep as I can get it inside, loving the way she trembles in response.
“I want to feel it!” She gasps out, her breath ragged and her legs quivering around my head. “I want to feel all of you.”
I give her one more deep lick before I pull away, pulling her with me to the bench behind us. I grab a towel from the clean stack by the door and drape it over the bench before I move her to her knees in front of me.
Hailey obliges me, kneeling there on the locker room bench with her ass in the air and her little cheer skirt bunched around her hips.
Fucking. Perfect.
She looks back as I tear my jersey off and slide the football pants I’m wearing down just enough to pull my cock out. She moans as I stroke it, her eyes wide and hungry before she brings them up to my face as I get behind her.
“I want it all,” she says breathily. “Show me that I’m everything.”
Happy to oblige.
The foil wrapper of the condom I yank from my side pocket falls to the ground as I roll it over my cock. I ease the head against her, feeling her heat and her slickness as I slowly ease inside. Her breath catches as I slowly stretch her, and when I start to inch my way inside, she whimpers out this low, animal sound.
“God yes,” she moans out, pushing back towards me as I slowly feed her every single inch of me.
We both groan as I sheath myself entirely, my abs pressed against her ass and my hands firmly on her hips. I slowly pull back out before I glide easily back, driving deep inside of her. I do it again, and then again, and then I’m picking my pace up even more. I’m sliding out until just the head is inside, before grinding back deep, filling her up with every inch of me.
She starts to push back into my thrusts, setting the pace and fucking me harder as I drive into her. And I’m all too happy to match her rhythm, pounding her deep and rocking against her as our bodies slap together.
“Fuck me! Oh fuck, fuck me, Dalton!” She’s whimpering, her hands clawing at the towel under her as she rocks back faster and faster, bouncing herself up and down my cock.
She’s like a fantasy come to life, wearing that damn cheer outfit with the skirt around her waist, the knee-socks, and the little white shoes. I look up and groan as I see that high ponytail on her head. I reach up, wrapping it around my hand, pulling just hard enough for her to gasp, feeling her pussy clench around me.
“Oh, fuck yes!” She cries out, her gasping moans coming higher and higher and faster and faster.
This is aggressive, and it’s raw.
And it’s fucking amazing.
It’s more than just fucking, but if we’re calling this making love, it’s some, dirty, wicked, hot as sin love, that’s for damn sure.
“I’m gonna-” Hailey gasps ou
t, her eyes squeezing shut. “Oh God, Dalton, I-”
She moans deeply.
“I want to feel you,” she cries out. Her body starting to shake around me. “Please come for me.”
That does it.
Sweet Hailey Garrison begging me to fuck her with every inch I’ve got.
Sweet Hailey Garrison begging me to fuck her.
Sweet Hailey Garrison begging me to come.
That throws me right over the edge.
I roar out as I come, driving deep inside of her and feeling the come practically explode out the tip of my cock buried to the hilt inside of her. She erupts around me, following me over the edge, her pussy clamping down on me, her moaning wail filling the locker room.
* * *
I take her again in the showers later, slower this time. This time, we’re eye-to-eye as I fuck her against the side of the wall - her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck.
I take my time. I make it a slow build, stoking that fire hotter and hotter, my eyes never leaving hers.
And this time, I watch every single tiny expression as she comes for me. I watch every staggered staccato breath catch on her lips. I watch every little crease around her eyes as they flutter shut. I watch every bloom and pulse of her skin as she comes right there in front of me. I explode over that edge with her again, and our lips crash together as one under the spray of the water.
And I could stay just like this.
Forever.
If only.
39
Hailey
This is comfortable.
I’m in my dorm-room bed with Dalton, tangled in my sheets and curled up in his arms, and it’s perfect.
It’s lazy, and it’s easy. Somehow, the rest of the world with its worries and classes and schedules and football games and all that other stuff just sort of melts away when it’s just me and him. And I could worry - and maybe should worry - about what that means, considering this whole “casual” arrangement we’ve got going.
But for now, I don’t, because right now, it’s too good to let anything else creep into my mind or this room but us.
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