Colt sits up on the bed, swinging his legs off the side. “I only know what she said, but by then, they’d fucked her up so bad I don’t know if she knew what was real and what wasn’t. And it doesn’t make sense to me, after all they did to her, that Royal pulled her out.”
“Pulled her out?”
“She said she jumped in the river, and he pulled her out,” he says. “But he said he didn’t.”
“What does he say happened?”
Colt chuckles darkly. “Have you ever tried to get a straight answer about anything out of Royal Dolce?”
“Fair point,” I admit.
“He’s never going to lay it all out there for you,” Colt says, turning on his side and patting the bed in front of him. “But I will. Story time and cuddling at mi casa any time, babe. What do you say?”
“I say that offer’s hard to resist.”
When I sit down on the bed beside him, he gets up onto his knees and pulls me onto the bed fully, arranging my legs and stuffing a pillow under my head before sliding down beside me. He props himself on an elbow and grins down at me, and my heart fucking breaks a little. This is the kind of boy I should be with, the kind every girl wants, who could give a girl the world.
But it’s not my world.
“Colt,” I say, my voice low with warning.
He traces his fingers in a slow circle on my belly. “Yeah, Teeny?”
“I’m still not fucking you.”
“How do you feel about hand jobs?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I feel like you’re shameless as fuck, that’s for sure.”
“Come on, baby,” he says, pushing his erection against my hip. “I’m dying here.”
My thighs clench the way they always do when I feel a hard dick. Maybe I’m the whore everyone says I am, my mother’s daughter through and through. Or maybe it’s just that I’m still relatively inexperienced, and I’ve felt few enough penises for it to be purely sexual when I do.
Colt takes my indecision for an opening and leans down and kisses me. His lips are warm and soft and inviting. Kissing him feels good, just like his arousal feels good. I like Colt, and I’d like to keep being his friend, and I don’t want to damage his pride by outright shooting him down, especially right in the middle of his act of kindness. But just because he was nice to me, that doesn’t mean I owe him access to my body.
Still. I’m not kissing him because I owe him or because he gave me nice clothes. I like kissing him. It’s nice to be treated the way he treats me. Not like someone he cares about, but like I’m an equal, like we’d be cool to hang out again. It wouldn’t be awkward, and he wouldn’t spread rumors about me. We’d smoke a joint and maybe hook up again sometime if the time was right and we had nothing better to do. If one of us brought another guy or girl around, the other would respect that and be cool and not cause drama.
But I’ve been down that road. I’ve got the ink to prove it.
I push him away gently, almost reluctantly. Because I’m not my mother. I’m too smart to make the same mistakes I’ve made before. I don’t regret Maverick, but I don’t want a repeat, either. That’s not my style anymore.
“Colt…”
“Come on, Teeny,” he says, nuzzling my neck. He pulls my body toward him, pushing his thigh between my legs. “I’m so hard it hurts. My sister disappeared, too. Doesn’t that warrant a pity fuck?”
“You think I respect myself so little I’d trade my body for some old clothes?”
“They’re Ralph Lauren,” he says, rocking his hips against mine, his fingers hooked through my belt loop. I laugh, and he grins and nips my earlobe. “The sheets are, too. Let’s get under the covers and you can feel them for yourself.”
“We’re in your sister’s room.”
“We can go to my room,” he says, still grinding against me. “Just let me put it in. Hell, just slide that pussy down over the head, and I’ll cum.”
“Wow, you’re really selling this,” I say, but my voice comes a little breathy. He’s pushing against me in all the right ways. I wonder if it would be as good as Maverick. I wonder if his dick would be as magnificent as Royal’s. And most of all, I wonder how much it would piss off Royal. Would he even care? He told me he didn’t want me talking to Colt. Would he lose his shit if he saw me right now, with Colt between my legs, grinding his cock against me? Or is he afraid of what Colt will tell me, how much he knows, things Royal doesn’t want me to find out?
Maybe that’s all he cares about. He said he didn’t want me talking to other guys, but he’s ignored me since the video leaked and he choked me out in the hall and basically told me I could never trust him. He played me even after I obeyed. He had ammunition, and he was going to use it either way. Getting me to kneel and suck his dick was just a bonus to make the pot that much sweeter when he defeated me.
But I’m not defeated.