Strike & Score: Red Card Romance, page 17
“And? You believe them?” I sass.
“Should I believe you?”
“You can do whatever you want. I don’t give a shit.”
“But you should. And if you’re not going to tell me, then you should run.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if you’re not going to tell me willingly, then I’ll get it out of you.” He pulls out that mask from Halloween from behind him, and starts slipping it on.
The sight instantly brings back memories of that night, and the slickness between my thighs intensifies because I’m depraved.
“What if I tell you?”
“Better do it quick, my patience has just about run out.”
Chapter 35
Colin
Ipull the mask down on my face and watch as Mayson stiffens. Her hand tightens around the water bottle and I hear it crinkle as I wait to see if she’ll say anything. Tell me it’s a lie, that she isn’t using me. Tell me that what’s going on between us is real because I know it is.
But my team can’t think I’m being played. You’d think the show we put on in the hot tub would set them straight. Or maybe they should see me fuck her just once. That would be enough to prove it I’m sure.
But they’ll never see her like that. And she still hasn’t said anything. If she’s not going to say it, then her mouth can be busy doing other things. First, I’ll need to catch her.
As soon as I move, she takes off running. She could go anywhere; up to her room, or to mine where she could lock the door herself. But she doesn’t. She goes for the front door, and that just shows she really wants to play. So do I.
She races outside, and I follow, giving her a small chance to get away. She can think she’ll be able to run and hide. She won’t, but she can think it. I watch her head toward the trees, following a similar path from Halloween. I was more covered that day, and tonight the winter air has hit. The cold breeze assaulting my bare chest as I run only fuels me.
Once I’ve chased her past the tree line it gets darker than the lit street, and I utilize the sound of her footsteps crunching leaves as she runs. I watch her go behind a tree, and decide that this ends now.
“Baby deer,” I call out, stalking toward her slowly. “Are you ready to tell me?”
Leaves crunch under my shoes, but she doesn’t say anything. She also doesn’t run again. I hear her loud breathing as I get closer to the other side of the tree. I’m fully expecting her to run again, especially when a stick cracks under my foot less than a yard from where she’s hiding.
I move quickly, rounding the tree trunk, and caging her in against it. Even in the dark, her eyes blow wide as she starts to scream, but I clamp a hand over her mouth.
“You don’t want to do that,” I growl. “I’ll take my hand away, and it’s your last chance to tell me the truth before I force it out of you.”
I slide my hand away, slowly, pulling her bottom lip down as I do. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. She doesn’t scream again, but she also doesn’t start talking either.
I chuckle darkly, shaking my head. “On your knees.”
Her face scrunches, clearly not expecting that, but I don’t care what she’s expecting. This is what she deserves. I grab a fistful of her hair, and push her down to her knees, stepping closer so she’s trapped between me and the bark behind her.
“Take my cock out. If you’re not going to talk then you can choke.”
She grabs the waistband of my shorts, and I really expected more of a fight from her, but she pulls them down, freeing my dick from the confines as it bobs in front of her face. Without a single moment of hesitation she’s wrapped her delicate hand around me, pumping. I pull on her hair, yanking her toward me.
“Suck,” I demand.
Her jaw drops open, and she sticks her tongue out as I slide my cock onto it and into her mouth.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I demand, thrusting forward, burying myself in her throat. “Tap if it’s too much, and touch that needy little pussy of yours.”
She gags and tears form in her eyes, but they stay on me like the good fucking girl she can be for me. She slides her hand into her shorts, doing as I say. I groan, keeping my fingers buried in her hair as I fuck her mouth. I expect her to tap, but she doesn’t. Her nails dig into my thighs, but eyes remain locked on mine. The only part of my face she can see through the mask.
“You want to pretend like you don’t want this? Want to pretend that everything between us is fake?” I grind out. She moans around me, the vibration feels way too fucking good. My release is so close, but I fight it, pulling her off.
She gasps for breath, panting while drool dribbles out of her mouth, looking like the prettiest fucking mess. And she’s not backing down. The tears that streaming down her cheek aren’t from sadness, her eyes are filled with so much need and fire, I tuck myself back into my pants and drop down to my knees in front of her.
Her eyebrows pull together and I pull the mask off, dropping it onto the ground so she can really see me.
“Tell me you’ve just been pretending this whole time.”
She closes her mouth, and I hear her teeth click together.
I grab her face, squeezing her cheeks together. “Tell me.”
“I—” she struggles, and I let up on my grip to let her speak. “I lied.”
“Lied to who?” I narrow my eyes, feeling like she’s about to continue to lie to me.
“To my teammates,” she practically whispers.
“Because you like this. You want this, right?”
She nods.
“You want me?”
She nods again.
“Not some limp dick your mom wants to set you up with. Not because you’re here for the Rites. You want me?”
Mayson scoffs. “I mean I wouldn’t go that far, I still am only here because of the Ri—”
I cut her off, scooping her up in my arms and tossing her over my shoulder while she protests. I land a sharp smack onto her ass. She doesn’t try to fight me too much as I carry her back to the house, and out of the cold.
Once we’re inside, I’m salivating for more of her, and I know I can’t wait to get her to my room. I drop her onto the kitchen counter, and she squeals when her ass hits the stone. I cage her in with my hands framing her hips.
“Since we’re coming clean, I’ll tell you everything too.” She shifts around, breaking our eye contact, but I don’t let her. Hooking my finger under her chin, I force her eyes up to mine. “But you’re not allowed to let it change anything.”
“That’s not how this works,” she argues.
“It is with us.”
She looks at me skeptically. “I have every right to be mad at you if I want.”
“Fine, you can be mad, but I’ll always make it better. So when I tell you that I spiked your drink that night the Rites started to get you here, you can be mad, but not for long.”
“What?” she screeches, slapping me and trying to push me away.
“It’s not like I touched you or anything. I wanted you willing and able when that happened.” I pin her legs down with my hips, and grab her wrists, locking them behind her back. “Which you were.”
“You’re fucking deranged. Get away from me.”
“No, I’m not done with my truths yet.”
“I don’t give a shit to hear anymore from you.”
“Too bad, you’re going to.” I hold her in place as I continue. “I knew you were going to be mine the second I laid eyes on you, and I wasn’t going to stop until that was the case.”
She scoffs. “You have a weird way of showing it. I remember when you fucked my friend my senior year.”
“I wanted you to see. I wanted to see what you would do. I hoped you’d fight me. I’ve always loved your fight. I’ve loved everything about you.”
“You wouldn’t know love if it punched you in the nuts.”
“What makes you think that?” I tilt my head in question.
“Well, we can start with the fact I think you might be a psychopath.”
I shrug, waiting to see if she’ll continue.
“You don’t treat someone you claim to love the way you’ve treated me. You don’t drug them, hold them hostage, lock them in their room, chase them through the woods, or do half the shit you’ve done to me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I lean closer, keeping her trapped with my body. “My love may not be the sweet romantic bullshit kind you see in movies or read about in books, but mine is real. It’s messy, chaotic, and yeah maybe a bit psychotic. But that doesn’t mean it’s not love.”
“Maybe I want the sweet romantic bullshit.”
I huff out a small laugh. “No you don’t. Because you’re meant for me, which means my type of love is exactly what you want. More than that, it’s the type of love you need. And I’m going to show you exactly how I know that’s the truth.”
I drop down to my knees, pulling her pants off quickly before throwing her legs over my shoulders and diving between them. Because while she may not admit that she loves me yet, we both know that’s the case. It’s only a matter of time, and until then I’ll have fun pulling everything else from her until she finally admits it.
Chapter 36
Mayson
Iwant to be mad at him. I really should be mad at him, he fucking admitted to drugging me. He’s a deranged psycho that forced his way into my bed. But more than that, he forced his way into my heart, too. Somehow, some fucking way. Though, he did more than just force it. He bulldozed right past every wall I had up and made himself right at home.
Just like he’s seemed to have made himself right at home between my legs with his face buried there while he makes me see stars. I’ve always heard about guys not wanting to go down on girls, or that they aren’t very good at it. But not Colin. Of course the asshole is good at it. He’s good at everything he seems to stick his mind to.
Which is probably why he was able to get me to feel things for him, even despite knowing what he did to me. Despite everything, my heart can’t bear the thought of not being with him. Which probably makes me just as deranged as him, if not more.
That’s exactly how I feel with the way he’s able to easily pull a powerful orgasm from me, and I go boneless at the sensations taking over me.
When he rises, his mouth and chin are coated in my release, and I whimper at the sight. Especially when he licks his bottom lip for more of the taste. I practically melt right off the counter at the indecent sight.
“Are you still mad at me?” he taunts, like he can read my mind.
“Yes.”
“Guess I have to work harder for your forgiveness.”
I try to push him away again as he scoops me back up. “You can’t just win me over with sex.”
“I can’t?” he taunts, carrying me upstairs. “Seems like it’s helping a little bit.”
“Nah, I’m just using you some more.”
He jostles me and I grunt as my stomach lands on his shoulder, knocking the air out of me.
“That’s not as funny as you think it is.” He slaps his hand on my ass and I let out a little growl in annoyance.
“I’m not trying to be funny.”
“Good because we would need to work on your comedic skills if you were.”
“Yeah, well we need to work on your romantic skills.”
That earns me a laugh. “Now, that’s funny.”
I’m tossed down onto his bed roughly, and then he’s on top of me, pinning me with his hips. His eyes are locked on mine. The dark blue is blazing while his hard cock is digging into me, making me squirm.
“What if I apologize? Would that make it better?” he asks. His deep voice seems even deeper, but I don’t know if it’s just my mind altering everything as lust consumes me.
“Not if you’re doing it just so I’ll let you fuck me.”
“If you’re upset about it, then I’m sorry. I did what I had to in order to get you here. I needed you close to me. Fuck the Rites, fuck all the bullshit that goes along with them. They were an excuse to get you close.”
I scrunch my face at his half apology.
“You drugged me.”
“And I’m sorry about that part, but I’m not sorry you’re here. I’m not sorry about anything else between us because I know you’ve liked it. I push, you pull. It’s how we are and it only proves how you’ve been mine for longer than you realize.”
“No,” I deny.
“No?”
“No. That doesn’t prove how long I’ve been yours.”
“You don’t think so?”
“No. It proves how long you’ve been mine.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to mine so I can kiss him with all the aggression, and emotion I’m feeling without having to say anything else. He groans against my mouth, especially when I wrap my leg around his hip, pulling him even tighter against me.
His tongue plunges into my mouth and I can taste myself on it, which only makes me arch up into him even more.
“I’m still mad. Fuck me like you hate me,” I gasp.
“No.” He thrusts against me just once and I want more. I need more. “I’m going to fuck you like I love you.”
“That’s a thin line for you,” I retort weakly as his lips trail from my jaw, down my neck.
“My love for you isn’t sweet, it isn’t nice. It’s brutal and you may think it’s hate, but it’s not. It never has been. It’s us, and I know your love is the same.” His teeth sink into my skin where my neck meets my shoulder and I claw at his back.
He’s pushing my shirt up, over my head, then latching his mouth onto my nipple, biting and sucking roughly. I can’t say anything back because there’s nothing to say. He’s brutal, and he may be right. That’s how his love is.
And the worst part is he may be right that my love may be the same. Because the fire burning in my chest, the ache that’s there when I’ve thought about not being with him, are pretty telling. But my head hasn’t caught up yet, since it’s turning to mush with every second he’s touching me.
He moves to my other nipple, sucking even harder than he did on the first one, and I cry out.
“It was always going to be me. No one else could give you what you need. No one else could love you the way you need, baby deer.”
Nodding, because I don’t know what he wants me to say. I just need him to fuck me before I lose my mind.
I push his shorts off with my feet, and feel his huff of laughter against my skin, but it doesn’t last long. I manage to get them low enough that I feel his bare cock against me. I buck up to rub against him, and it puts the tip of his raging erection at my entrance.
“Tell me how badly you want me,” he grinds out.
I whine, trying to push him inside instead of saying anything, but he won’t move.
“Tell me, and then you can ride my cock the rest of the night. It’s yours.”
“I want you, please, Colin. Please.”
“That’s my girl,” he buries himself to the hilt in a single hard thrust. I cry out, but the stretch hardly even phases me. I’m so turned on that the only thing I can think of is how good it feels. And how it’s not going to take very long for him to pull another orgasm from me.
“Yeah, I am,” I admit softly as he pulls out almost all the way, but I wrap my legs around him tightly, yanking him back into me.
“Oh fuck, Mace,” he groans, and I smirk, knowing I’ve gotten to him. Even just a little bit.
I may not have been actually using him, but knowing his weakness is me is the greatest information he could’ve given me. I know he’s obsessed, he’s been obvious about that. But it’s confirmed that no matter what, he wants me.
He thinks he loves me.
I moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me, and I hate that my mind thinks maybe I could love him too.
I should be mad. I shouldn’t ever forgive him for half the things he’s done to me. But I feel like I could make him pay for the rest of his life. The life I could be in. The life I don’t think he will give me a choice but to be in.
For some reason that’s the thought that has my release even closer. I tighten my grip around him, digging my nails into his back as he fucks me. Our moans mix together along with the sounds of slapping of skin. The crude sounds only add to my pleasure as he builds the pressure inside me so much that I’m coming, unable to hold back my screams of pleasure.
Colin groans, barely holding himself up over me as he finds his own orgasm, pushing all the way in and filling me with his release. I do something I never expected to do, I tighten my legs around him, holding him deep inside me as he does.
Our chests are sticky with sweat as we catch our breaths, and I feel like I should hate myself right now. I should question everything that just happened, especially knowing the extent of Colin’s insanity.
But the only thought I have is that I don’t want to move. I don’t want things to go back to how they were before. I want this, and worst of all is I want the man that’s currently borderline suffocating me. I want him more than just physically. I want to be able to give him my heart.
It’s only a matter of time before I do just that.
Chapter 37
Colin
We’ve hardly moved, I haven’t wanted to stop touching Mayson because I feel like if I let go of her, she’ll run away and never come back to me. I wasn’t lying. I know I love her, and it’s the type of love that not everyone will understand, but it’s ours. I know she doesn’t understand it yet. I’ve had years to come to terms with how I feel. I’ve also always known how I am. She’s still figuring herself out, and that’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, even if she tries to get me to.
Mayson’s fingers trail along my chest absentmindedly and I would’ve thought she would be asleep, but I know my girl. Her mind is moving a million miles an hour, and I want to know why.
