Page 141 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“I love you, too.” Tears run down her face as she grins. “But right now I need you to move faster. Please, Sir, I need you…”
“Is Daddy’s girl feeling greedy? Say my name, Spitfire. I finally want to hear you moanmyname. My real name…”
I pick up the pace, angling my pierced cock toward her g-spot and push a hand between us to massage her clit.
“Oh, Colt, I love you,” she says, and the sound of my name in her lustful voice nearly sends me over the edge. “I want you, Colt. I only need you!”
This moment is overwhelming in the best way.
Her cunt clamping down on me, her heat mixing with mine. Her soft skin and the scent of her fresh sweat.The emotions roaring in my chest, making me lightheaded.
I barely last another few thrusts, listening to my name falling from her mouth over and over like a prayer. When her pussy ripples around me as she comes, I spill into her. Our mouths locked and our bodies tangled, I’m finally complete.
“I think I’ve loved you from our first night together on Halloween,” Hailey whispers and her breath hitches like a sob. “So many wasted years…”
A twinge of pain echoes through my chest. “There’s no point in what-ifs and mourning the past, even if I feel the same grief as you. I don’t wanna waste another moment of happiness with you. We’re here now, ain’t we?”
I slip out of her pussy and pull her on top of me, embracing her. Hailey rests her head on my heart, my fingers stroking through her messy hair.
“Yes, we’re here,” she says quietly and kisses my chest.
I’m in heaven. Everything I’ve dreamed of is here in my arms. Hailey’s pulse slows and I think she’s fallen asleep until she speaks up again.
“Do you think Sara Jean and Earl will be mad about us? What if they think this is… weird?”
I scoff, my arms wrapping tighter around her. “Doubt they’ll have a problem with any of this, but I don’t give a rat’s ass either way. They’ll have to come to terms with our relationship, or they’ll lose their second son, too.”
Hailey sits up, surprise playing in her eyes as she straddles my hips. “You’d cut off your mom and dad to be with me?”
“Damn right.” I sit up as well and grip her chin. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. I had hoped the two homicides I committed for you proved my devotion.”
“Oh, Ilovebad boys.” She wiggles her brows. “Then again, after that tender lovemaking, maybe you’re notthatbad, huh?”
I grab her shoulders and flip us over. She yelps, struggling playfully as I push her into the mattress.
“Don’t you dare imply I’ve gone soft, brat.”
She rolls her eyes. “Bet you’re all talk.”
Her hips jerk when my hand closes softly around her throat. “I’m far from finished with you. First, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk anymore, and then I’ll do the other things I’ve always wanted to do to you.”
“And what are those things?”
“I’ll draw a bath for us and wash your hair. Afterward, we’ll order the green curry you love and watch horror movies until we fall asleep on the sofa with Gracie curled up next to us.”
A giggle escapes her. “Oh, you know how to show a girl a good time!” she says, fluttering her lashes.
I smirk. “Trust me. We’re just getting started.”
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HAILEY
We fuckit out for three days—mask on and mask off.
We add in the handcuffs. The knife. The revolver.
We do it in bed. On the sofa. On the kitchen counters. The dining table. The shower. The bath.Everywherein Colt’s apartment.
