“Make yourself comfortable, why don’t you,” Hadley mutters once her head has come out of the clouds.
“Cheers.” I nod, taking another swig of the vodka and settling myself against her headboard, my cock quite obviously tenting my pants.
“What will it take to make you leave?” she asks, sitting on the edge of the bed, keeping her back to me.
“More than you’re able to do, Little Dove.”
Reaching out, I walk my fingers up her spine. I might not be able to see her skin, but I know it’s covered in goosebumps from my simple touch.
“So what, you thought you’d come and spend the night? We’re not allowed to have—”
“You think I follow the rules?” I laugh. “Hadley, Hadley, Hadley, I thought you knew me better than that.”
“I do, but—” She stops herself, her body tensing as if she doesn’t want to admit that she knows me better than anyone else in this godforsaken town.
“Yet, you let me in, and you let me touch you. You should be scared of me, Little Dove.” Sitting forward, I push myself so I’m behind her, my thighs encasing her ass. A shudder rolls through her at my closeness and some wild part of me settles at having the contact.
“I’m not scared of you, Cole. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“And why is that? Because it can’t possibly hurt as much as your past?”
She tenses and I slip my hands under her shirt. She seemed to think it was a good tactic to use her body as a way to distract me from getting what I came here for. We can both play dirty, Little Dove.
My palms slip up her warm, smooth stomach until I find her bare breasts.
“Oh,” she gasps when I cup them in my hands. Her head falls back and rests against my shoulder as I keep massaging her.
“Why are you still in high school? Why didn’t you graduate like you should have?”
“My…” I pinch her nipples as punishment when she hesitates. I might have let her off easy last time, my own need for her getting too much to bear, but this time, I’m focused. I’ve had my taste, so it’s time to get the information I'm craving. “My parents thought it best if I redo sophomore year when I started here.”
“What happened to your sophomore year at Gravestone Academy?”
She swallows loudly, the movement in her slender neck forcing my lips to inch closer. I fist her hair with one hand and tilt her head to the side to give me all the access I need.
I run my tongue up the taut skin.
“Cole,” she half moans, half warns. “I… I can’t…” she stutters as my lips ghost over her, touching her but only enough to drive her crazy.
“You’re wet again for me, aren’t you, Little Dove?”
She shakes her head, lying to me once again.
“I warned you about lying. Tell me the truth. Do you want me again?”
“Y-yes,” she breathes after a beat.
Dropping my hands to her thighs, I push them wide before allowing my fingers to slowly skim down her soft legs to where she wants me.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“When did you ever expect me to? Why did they send you all the way over here? Why not to one of the many pretentious prep schools closer to home?”
My fingers move over her already soaked and parted lips. She gasps at the sensation.
“Give me what I want, and you can have what you need.”
“Or I could just do it myself,” she suggests, moving her hand from where it was burning against my thigh.