8
Colton
The fire roars through me as my lips sear to hers, and I groan as my hands slide over her hips to hold her tight to me, like she belongs right here on my lap, with her lips seared to mine.
She moans into me, and fuck if the savage inside of me doesn’t surge to meet that passion. I groan, kissing her harder, and deeper. Her mouth tastes like candy, her lips so fucking pillow soft and her tight little body grinding against me. My blood burns like diesel through my veins, my cock throbbing hard beneath her, and I’m about to just keep on kissing her until, well, forever, when a voice suddenly pipes inside of me.
She’s a fucking student.
I freeze, my heart racing.
The fuck am I doing?
This is fucked. This is very, very fucked, and suddenly, I’m pulling away, my face hard and my eyes blazing into hers. She meets my gaze, her cheeks burning, and her lips swollen from the kiss. And when she lets her tongue dart out to wet them, I groan.
“Brynn—”
“I’m so sorry!” she gushes, her eyes looking like they’re about to start crying again. “I—I don’t know what I…” She cringes, looking down, and something melts inside of me as I take a deep breath and reach up to touch her chin with one of my fingers.
“You’re scared.”
She swallows, nodding but not saying a word or looking at me.
“Brynn.”
“Principal Kane, I’m so, so fucking sorry I—”
“Just look at me, beautiful.”
She stiffens at my use of the word, but when she looks up at me, I can see the smile hiding in the blush on her face.
“What happened,” I say quietly, still holding her there on my lap. She frowns, looking down.
“They…” she swallows. “They came to talk to me.”
The fire roars inside of me, my jaw clenching tight as my arms flex.
“What?” I hiss through grinding teeth. “Where? Here?”
She nods. “They were waiting for me on campus after swim practice.”
I swear viciously, snarling as my eyes narrow. And I make a note to ream the fuck out of the campus security office about unknown people prowling our fucking campus after dark.
“The guys from the club?”
She nods, and I growl lowly. “What’d he say to you?”
“Just that…” she shivers. “I owe them a lot of money, Colton.”
“The hell you do,” I snarl. “Your father does.”
“Yeah, well,” she says softly, shaking her head.
“Well, you’re staying here.” I say without even a sliver of question behind it. “And we need to call the police, now.”
“No, we—”
“Brynn, we have—”