Score: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (21 page)

She rolls her eyes, her face growing red. “I borrowed the skirt from Roxie, and I needed to wear
something
to walk around in that wouldn’t show a-” she lowers her voice. “A
panty line
, okay?”

I lean closer, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, resisting the urge to grab her by the hair and bruise her lips with mine. “And how does that
something
feel, just ‘
walking around
’?”

I can remember the saleswoman selling me on this particular set of lingerie - after asking me to pose for a fucking selfie, of course. I can remember her trying her best to be flirty as she mentioned the purpose of the
placement
of the string of pearls across said panties.

“Well, your special lady is going to LOVE these, let me tell you.”

The placement of the pearls has them strung right across the front of the panties, which makes sure the wearer
feels
each and every bump of those pearls with the slightest movement.

Those panties are made for a bedroom, and the fact that Hailey’s been
walking around
in them all night means I know for a damn
fact
that her pussy is positively
dripping
wet at that very moment and she’s probably been on edge for
hours
.

She blushes at my question, and I groan inside as I see my answer naked across her face. “They’re- they feel fine,” she says quickly, looking away.

She jumps as I drop my hand to her bare knee, leaning in closer. “
Just
fine?”

Hailey swallows quickly again, her big blue eyes darting back to mine. “Why are you here, Dalton?”

I grin. “I told you-”

“You damn well know what I mean. Why are you
here?
I know you’ve probably got a
harem
of skanks you could call up and do whatever with.” She rolls her eyes as she takes out her phone and starts tapping away.

She’s right, and that’s the problem. There
are
a hundred other girls I could call instead of chasing her down and running off her date with childish antics.

But for whatever fucking reason, this girl is
ruining me
. She’s ruining me for any other girl, and ruining every other girl
for
me. Because for some Goddamn fucking infuriating reason, it’s like no other girl gets me going like she does. No other girl has my cock as hard or my whole world as turned upside down, and no one else has slipped their way inside my head like Hailey fucking Garrison.

The last girl in the world that should be doing any of those things for me.

I roll my eyes, brushing off her words. “Oh c’mon, darlin, like you seriously wanted to talk with that guy anyways.”

She drops her phone into her bag. “Maybe I wanted to do more than
talk
with him, Dalton.”

The words hit me like a slap in the face, and I can feel my face darken with pure rage. The possessiveness of earlier comes rushing back with a damn vengeance as my eyes lock on hers, seeing the fire and the defiance there.

“Over my dead body,” I mutter, my temper flaring.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, drop the possessive bullshit, Dalton.”

“Yeah?” I meet her glare head-on. “And why should I?”

She bites her lip, slowly shaking her head. “Because you have to.”

Fuck that.

“If you think I’m going to let some other guy get his fucking
hands
on you-”

“Oh
please
, Dalton! The only reason you’re even
interested
in me is because I wasn’t begging you to sign my tits or sleep with me the second you met me.”

“The hell does that mean?” I growl.

“It means I already
told you
, I am
not
one of your other girls, okay?” Her voice rises, her eyes darting across mine.

“Jesus, there
are
no other gir-”

She shakes her head, waving her hands in front of me and cutting me off. “No, you know what, forget it. I have to go home.”

“Hailey-”

“My cab’s here, Dalton.” She waves her phone at me, and then she’s up and pushing me away. She’s halfway through the crowd before I can even process what just happened.

I shove my way out of the party in time to see the cab pull up in front of the frat house for her. I run out and grab her by the arm, pulling her around. “We’re not done here.”

Hailey turns to look me right in the eyes. “You’re right, Dalton, we’re not
done
, because we never
started.
”

She yanks her arm out of my grasp, slips into the cab, and it roars away, leaving me standing there like an asshole.

Like hell we’re doing this again.

I storm down the block to my Escalade, slamming the door shut behind me as I gun the engine and roar away from the curb.

Girls have never walked away from me - not ever. And I’ll
grant
that Hailey’s not “other girls”, but she’s proved that half a dozen times now. Six times she’s turned her back and left me hanging with my dick in my hand while she sauntered away.

And I’ll be
damned
if I let it happen a seventh.

I
’m barely
out of the cab in front of Heather’s house when Dalton’s Escalade screeches to a halt at the foot of the driveway.

“Hailey!”

I ignore him, slamming the cab door shut and stomping my way up the driveway in my high heels towards the back door.

“Goddamnit, Hailey!”

“Leave me alone, Dalton!”

I’m fishing for my keys as I get to the back door, but then I’m gasping as he whirls me around, pulling me against him right there in the driveway.

“You know what, I lied before, we
are
done here,” I glare at him. “Let go of me, Dalton, I’m going insid-.”

“You’re half right.”

I scowl at him. “
What?
”

“What you said before, about you ‘not being one of my girls’.” His face is fierce as he pulls me close, his scent invading my senses, his eyes piercing right into mine. “You’re half fucking right.”

“Whatever, Dalton. I’m over it,” I hiss, turning for the door. “And we are
not
having this conversation in the fucking driveway.”

“
Fine.
”

I shriek as his arms go around me, lifting me up off the ground and over his shoulder. “Stop that!” I hiss, my fists pounding down across his back. I gasp at the feel of the night air against my bare ass with my skirt hiked up practically around my waist. “Get your damn hands off me, you
caveman!
”

He says nothing as he marches towards the garage with me slung over his shoulder.

“
Damnit
, you prick, let me go!” I bring my hand down as hard as I can on his back, hearing him grunt at the impact. He says nothing as he kicks open the side door to the garage.

I bring my fist down again, and this time I feel him tense. “That’s it.”

I don’t even have time to think about what he means before I feel his open palm comes down across my bare ass, and I shriek as the sting of his hand tingles across my skin.

Oh my fucking God, did Dalton just SPANK me?

“Did you just
spank
me?!”

He chuckles as he kicks the door shut behind him. “Yup. And I’ll do it again if you don’t quit it.”

I squirm against him, biting my lip to stifle the moan as the movement has the pearls on my panties rolling over my lips. I
almost
didn’t wear them out earlier, when I first tried them on, once I realized what those damn pearls were for.

Almost
.

But
God
did they make me feel sexy. I’d never worn anything remotely close to something like that, and the sensual feeling of doing something “naughty” by wearing them was too much to resist.

Except, wearing them was clearly a mistake, since they’ve been
maddeningly
teasing
me since I left the house. The little bumps of the pearls rolling over my clit have had me soaking wet all damn night.

And Dalton damn well knows it.

I gasp as his hand comes down again, across the other cheek this time, and my face flushes as the electric shivers tingle through my body. I can feel how damn
wet
I am as the strand of little beads bumps agonizingly over my clit, and I briefly wonder if
he
can tell how turned on I am.

Of course he can.

Dalton slings me off his shoulder onto my feet, pressing me against a work table in the garage with his hands on either side of me. I go to shove him away, but his hands grab my wrists and shove them back behind me as he presses his body against mine.

We’re eye-to-eye, burning into the other’s gaze, our breaths panting as I match his fierce look with my own.

“And just what the hell do you mean about being ‘half right’, huh?” I spit out, feeling the electric tingle of his hands on my wrists, the palpable heat roaring between us.

“What the
hell
is that even suppose to-”

“You’re sure as shit not just
one of
my
girls
, Hailey,” he growls, the hollows of his cheeks darkening as his jaw clenches.

“You’re the
only
one.”

My breath catches in my throat as the room goes utterly silent.

“You’re the only fucking one I can think about, the only damn one I want,” he growls, his face an inch from mine.

“You- you said half right,” I whisper out.

His jaw tightens again as his eyes pierce right into me. “You’re right about not being ‘just another girl’, but your damn wrong about one thing.”

I almost can’t even open my mouth to ask it, but I do, the words barely grazing my lips. “What’s that?”

“You
are
gonna be mine, darlin,” he breathes right against my lips. “And you’re going to be mine
right here, right now
.”

Oh, God…

And suddenly he’s kissing me, and everything else just blows away.

I moan as his lips crush into mine, and I just
sink
into him. His hands slide into my hair and cup my jaw, and he
growls
as he claims my mouth, kissing me hard.

I gasp when he breaks the kiss, his lips moving down across my cheek to my neck - nipping at the skin there, making me shiver. He moves his body hard against me, and I whimper as I feel his thick cock pressing hotly against my leg. His hand slides to my breast, cupping it as his thumb brushes electricity across my nipple through the dress.

“Didn’t wear the bra?” His words rumble into my ear, making me gasp.

“Mm-mm,” I shake my head slowly. “It- it didn’t go with the top.”

“Dirty girl.”

Suddenly I moan as I feel his hand sliding over my hip and pulling at the slinky material of my skirt.

“Dalton-”

But I lose my words as I feel his hand delve down between my legs and under my skirt, his fingers sliding across the soaking wet lace of my panties and the slippery pearls still rubbing against my pussy. I whimper as he pulls at the strand, rubbing it back and forth and
back and forth
across my aching clit and making me arch my hips towards him.

“Christ you’re wet,” he growls into my ear.

“It’s
your
fault,” I husk, biting my lip as the pearls rub across my clit.

“I know,” he says with a low chuckle in my ear.

I roll my eyes and bite my lip as the heat pools between my legs. “I
meant
for buying me these infuriating panties.”

Dalton chuckles again as his teeth graze my earlobe. “Oh, it’s the
panties
is it?”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan, feeling my breath catch in my throat as I drop my head back.

“So it’s got nothing to do with me.”

“Nope, nothing at all,” I manage to croak out. “Purely technical reasons with these stupid pearls.”

“Oh,
these
pearls?” He pulls on the string of them, sawing the nubs of the beads one by one over my clit as the strand pulls between my lips. I cry out, my fingers digging into his biceps as I feel the electric shock go firing through my body.

“Shit, Dalton…” I whimper out, panting as he lets the pearls rub over and over my clit.

“You
sure
it’s got nothing to do with knowing how much I want to
taste
you?” he growls into my ear, making my head spin as he starts to rock his hips against me in time with the tugging of the pearls.

“Or,” he sucks my earlobe between his lips sending a direct signal
right
to my center
.
“Or are you sure you’re not dripping wet for me because you know how fucking
hard
my cock is for you right now?”

He grinds his hips against me for impact, and I moan as I feel the full thick length of him right against my thigh.

Fuck, I want him
.

We’re
exactly
where both of us know we shouldn’t be, and yet there’s no putting this genie back in the bottle. Letting things get to this point is a
terrible
idea with Dalton, with us being who we are, and our parents, and the fact that in a few months, I’m
gone
.

In a few months, I’ll be in New York and on with my life, and Dalton will be winning football games and sleeping his way through half the sororities in North America.

In a few months, my dad will marry his mom, and then
nothing
like this can happen again.

Except here, in the present, his lips move back to mine, and then he’s kissing me again as the whole world spins beneath my feet.

And I’m done worrying about what comes next. I’m done worrying about the outcomes or the consequences, because really, they don’t matter. There’s a quick pang of guilt there in just thinking that, but it’s the truth. And as he kisses me harder and more powerfully than I’ve ever been kissed before, I let the doubts and the what-ifs fall to the side.

Because even if it’s just
one time
, I’ll have that. And then maybe all this will be out of both our systems.

“Take your panties off.”

I arch a brow at him. “I’ve got news for you, Mister Cole, I’m not one of your-”

“Skanks?” He grins wolfishly at me. “
Believe
me, I know.”

“So you can’t just tell me what to- Dalton!”

I gasp as he suddenly spins me around and bends me over the work bench, his hands pushing my skirt up to my hips as his fingers hook into the sides of my soaked panties. He slides them down my legs, letting them drop to tangle around my ankles as he slides his hands up the backs of my thighs, making me shiver.

His fingers slide over the slick lips of my pussy as he pulls me up flush against him with the other hand. And I’m clawing at the work-table as I feel his fingers delve between my folds, gliding over my throbbing clit and making me cry out as I shudder against him.

He reaches between us, tearing at his belt, when I suddenly start to turn. “Wait, Dalton-” I turn my head, biting my lip as I feel his fingers rub across my clit again. “Wait, it’s- it’s dirty here.”

The last of my second thoughts - the very last shred of me hanging onto
swearing
I would never let this happen.

But then his lips brush against my ear. “I can
promise you
, darlin,” he growls, sinking two of his fingers deep in my pussy and letting his thumb brush lightly across my clit.

“This is going to be dirty
wherever
we do it.”

Oh, fuck…

His pants drop to the floor, and I gasp as I feel the thick,
hot
pulse of his cock against my ass.

This
has
to happen - this
needs
to happen. Maybe this childish back and forth we
keep
doing between us is a result of just
needing
to do this. And after all, we’re young, and free, and in college, and crazy stuff like this is exactly what I’m
supposed
to be doing, right?”

And
God
do I want it now, but maybe after this, we can just be normal.

“Do it, please,” I moan, pushing my ass back into him as he strokes his fingers in and out of me. “Just do it!”

He chuckles in my ear, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. I’m not going to ‘just do it’.” His teeth graze my ear as he nudges the head of his enormous cock between my legs, letting the head graze across my lips as he withdraws his fingers and lets them dance across my clit.

“I’m going to have you
begging
for this cock, darlin.”

I moan, shaking my head, “Dream on.”

He chuckles again, rubbing the bare head of his cock maddeningly against my opening. “Like you’re not
dying
to get this inside of you.”

“Oh my God, quit teasing me and fuck me,
please
” I whimper out, feeling my breath heaving in my lungs.

God I want him to fuck me. I want him in that moment more than I’ve wanted anything, actually. I can feel his length grazing against my lips, so hot, so throbbing, so ready to plunge inside of me. Ready to have me and soothe the aching burn blazing through my body for him.

“Uh-uh,” he growls into my ear. He pulls at the zipper of my skirt until it falls over my hips to the floor. His hands slide up into my tank top, inching it up my body and over my breasts, and I raise my arms as he pulls it from me entirely. He whips his own shirt off, and then we’re skin to skin, my back molded against his chiseled torso with his thick cock rubbing across my slit.

His hands slide up my body to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing over my nipples before he moves one hand to my face, capturing my jaw in his hands. He pulls my face towards him, and suddenly I’m looking back and up into his fiery eyes.

“If you think I’ve waited this fucking long
not
to bury my tongue in that pussy first, you are seriously mistaken.”