Page 35 of Pucking Obsessed

“You tried,” he says, his tone mocking, “and it was a no every time you threw yourself at me.”

Kirsten’s face flushes red, but she doesn’t respond. Her glare sharpens, but Callum doesn’t flinch. She turns abruptly, her movements jerky as she stalks toward Bethany.

Hayden wraps an arm around my shoulders as he pulls me to walk back to campus.

MADISON

Getting to Hayden’s house was a blur. I don’t even remember taking a hot bath in the fancy bathroom on the first floor or him washing my hair. The fluffy robe he borrowed from Winter for me feels like heaven against my bare skin. He’s quiet as he leads me to his bedroom and I don’t have it in me to break the silence.

Whatever this is between us feels really nice.

The mansion Hayden shares with Callum and Tristan just off campus is extravagant, and I expected his room to be too. It’s very plain with everything seemingly a necessity and tucked away in its place. The dark wood furniture dominates the space, and I realize now what everyone has said about him not having interests wasn’t an exaggeration. He pulls the thick comforter back, lifting me to sit on the navy silk sheets. I notice something pink sticking out from under the pillow and before he can grab it, I have it in my hands.

“When did you take this?” I smile at him, holding up the pink ribbon I wore in my hair the day he picked me up from the diner.

“I checked on you that first night you spent at my father’s house. I knew I couldn’t rush you, to make you see that you belong with me.” Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, Haydenmurmurs, “I needed something of yours to keep close. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to clean up,” gesturing toward the adjoining door.

My eyes follow the direction of his hand, and I catch a glimpse of the bathroom. It’s far nicer than anything I’ve ever seen in a dorm or at my old house. Sleek, clean lines with cool gray tiles. The robe I’m wrapped in shifts, slipping off one shoulder, and as if it’s an instinct, he dips his head to kiss the newly exposed skin. His lips are warm, firm, lingering just enough to make my stomach flip.

The simple touch leaves a trail of heat along my shoulder, and when he pulls the robe back over me with the same care, something inside me tightens. Hayden steps back, and my eyes immediately track his movements. He reaches behind his neck, gripping the fabric of his shirt, and with one smooth motion, he pulls it over his head.

My breath catches at the sight of him. His golden skin gleams under the dim light, every muscle in his chest and abs sculpted and flexing with the motion. I can’t tear my gaze away, my eyes trailing over his broad shoulders, down his chest, to his perfectly defined abs. He’s a masterpiece.

Then our eyes meet, and my pulse quickens. His gaze is full of hunger that makes my skin feel like it’s burning. The memory of his body pressing me into the tree earlier, of his cock driving into me with such force it stole my breath, sends a wave of heat through me. My thighs clench involuntarily, and I press my lips together, trying to steady myself.

I notice the way his expression softens as he watches me admire him and my chest tightens. Even after everything that happened tonight, he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing holding him together.

A sudden pang of panic rises in me at the thought of him leaving, even for a few moments. Tonight shook me to my core,and for the first time, I don’t feel ashamed of needing someone else. Hayden makes it easy to be vulnerable, to lean into the safety he offers without question.

“Hurry back, I—” The words slip out before I can stop them, and I clamp my mouth shut, biting my bottom lip as if I can trap the vulnerability spilling out.

Hayden steps closer, his eyes softening as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. The simple gesture is intimate and I feel myself lean into his touch without even realizing it.

“Say it,” he murmurs. “Tell me. I want to know anything and everything you’re thinking.”

I swallow hard, my chest tightening as his words settle over me. My voice comes out quiet, almost timid, as I admit, “I don’t want to be without you right now.”

His expression shifts, protectiveness taking over as he tilts my chin up with his hand.

“I’ll never leave you alone,” he says firmly, his voice a promise etched in stone.

The sincerity in his tone makes my throat tighten, and I feel the tightness in my chest start to ease. For the first time tonight, I believe I’m truly safe.

I nod, unable to find my voice as Hayden scoops me up and carries me toward the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I squeak, my voice high with surprise as he steps inside the room. His chest vibrates against me, a low laugh rumbling deep in his throat.

“You’ll see,” he says simply, setting me down on the plush, expensive rug that cushions my bare feet. My toes sink into it and I notice that the room smells faintly of the spicy soap Hayden uses. I know why he bathed me in the fancier bathroom downstairs with the clawfoot tub, but this one feels more private.

Before I can blink, Hayden is stripping out of his pants, his movements fluid and confident. My breath catches in my throatas his cock springs free, thick, long, and unmistakably hard. It juts out, demanding attention, and my cheeks flame when my gaze lingers too long. I can’t believe that was inside me tonight.

Suddenly I’m feeling shy. Hayden smirks, catching my reaction, and reaches into the large glass shower enclosure to turn on the water. The spray bursts to life, a steady stream cascading down the sleek tiles as he tests the temperature. He adjusts it once, then again, before turning back to me. His grin is smug and his eyes are dark with amusement.

“You’re going to have to get used to seeing it, princess,” he says, his voice teasing as he steps toward me. “Because I plan on being deep inside you more often than not.”

I open my mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Before I can think of anything to say, his hands are on me, pulling me flush against his bare chest and abdomen. My hands press against him instinctively, and I’m hit with the solid heat of his body, every ridge and contour of muscle beneath my fingers.

He unties the robe, his knuckles grazing my skin. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling around my ankles. The air cools me, but the heat radiating off Hayden keeps me warm. His hard cock presses against my stomach, and the size of it is impossible to ignore.

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