“What the fuck did you just say?” He squeezes harder until I’m sure he’ll leave bruises.
“You heard me.” I press my face as close to his as I can. “Right before I left, you moaned my name. Why?”
“Just because I’m not going to touch, preppy, doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Those cheer bitches don’t get me hard... but you, you’re something else.” His gaze rakes over me as if he’s undressing me with his eyes.
“So I’ll just go downstairs and find Hayden then, yeah?”
His nostrils flare, anger glittering in his hooded gaze. “Don’t push me, Hadley.”
“Or what?” I snarl the words, because fuck him. “You’ll go find another cheerleader to help work off your tension? It should have been me, we both know that. But if you want to keep pretending that this is nothing, then be my guest. You might not want me, Cole, but there are other guys that do.”
“Hadley...” My name vibrates in his chest as his body trembles, but I’m too pissed to stop. He’s dancing on a fine edge of control right now, and I need him to fall.
I need everything he can unleash on me.
“I bet Hayden can get me off good, I bet he knows just how to make a girl purr. I can imagine him, his fingers inside me, his—”
Cole slams me into the wall, the air whooshing from my lungs. His chest heaves as his control finally slips away. “You want me to hurt you?” he grits out. “Is that it? You get off on pain? Well, you asked for it, Hadley... don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
His eyes turn black, and then he slams his mouth to mine.
Chapter Ten
Cole
Her lips part the moment my tongue teases them, allowing me entry. I plunge it deep into her mouth, taking exactly what I need, exactly what I shouldn’t allow myself to have.
I only went with Marissa for one reason. She could give me what I want, what I need, without trying to get inside my head. At least, that’s what I was telling myself at the time.
I shouldn’t have allowed her to do it, but I needed the release and I’d told myself before even leaving the locker room to come here that I wasn’t even going to look in Hadley’s direction. But I wasn’t intending on her slipping inside that room to watch the show. The show where I closed my eyes and pretended the girl on her knees was her.
I wasn’t lying a few minutes ago. The cheer squad do nothing for me. They’re a bunch of rich, stuck-up bitches. Hadley, however, makes me need like I’ve never experienced before.
Her taste, mixed with alcohol and weed, explodes in my mouth, feeding the beast inside me that wants to consume her, break her, ruin her.
She knew bringing Hayden into this was a low blow, a dirty tactic in this game we’re playing that would get her the result she wanted.
I hate that it worked. Almost as much as I love it.
Finding the hem of her tank, I push my hand up until I grasp her breast. She moans into my mouth as I continue my punishing kiss, gasping as I pinch her hardened peak.
“God, Cole,” she pants. Her eyes are blown from both her high and her pleasure, and fuck if I don’t almost fall head fucking first into them.
Leaning forward, my lips brush her ear. She shudders against me as my breath skates down her neck. “I should do it right here. Strip you bare and show the rest of the school that you’re just another cheerslut begging for a taste of the big bad football player.”
“I fucking hate you,” she cries as I pinch her again, harder this time.
“And yet you’d let me, wouldn’t you? I could have you hanging over the edge of that balcony with my cock buried deep inside you so that everyone could see, and you wouldn’t stop me.”
The image has me rock hard, claiming her so publicly, showing the rest of these assholes just who Hadley Rexford belongs to as I take her for the first time.
At least by doing that, they’ll all be here to pick up the pieces of her left behind when I inevitably walk away. Because if she has any ideas that forcing me to do this will give her whatever fantasy of happily ever after she might have in her pretty little head, then she’s very, very wrong.
“No,” she argues, but we both know she’s lying.
“No?” My hand slides down her stomach before dipping inside both her skirt and panties to prove my point.
“Cole,” she gasps, but the second my fingers find her clit, her lips part and a sigh falls from them.