Page 76 of Right Number, Wrong Man
I grin and start thrusting, heat streaking through my length. I never had issues with stamina, but with her I gotta fight tooth and nail for every second.
I grab her head. “Breathe in.”
Hailey gulps down air before I push her underwater. Her ass grips me like a vise and I almost blurt out the forbidden three words—plus a few more, less traditionally romantic ones.
I love you, my freaky, dirty slut who gets off on me drowning her.
There’s no rhythm to my movements, just animal instinct and brutal claim. My mind blanks. All I know is that I have to possess her. Impale her. Fill her with my seed.
I let her get a breath and shove her under again immediately. She can take it. I know she can because she’s my girl. For tonight, she’s mine and I’m hers.
Her kidnapper. Her torturer. Her lover.
Her man.
The universe shrinks until there’s only this room. Only me and her. Only the seconds I count while I drown her and the slapping sounds of my hips meeting her ass. Only the feeling of her tight, hot asshole wrapped around my cock.
When Hailey comes up the next time, I whisper in her ear, “What a disturbed bitch you are. You love getting sodomized by a masked man while he drowns you, don’t you? I can feel how close you are… Come for Daddy.”
I dunk her head under and when she reaches her peak, I come, too.
Darkness creeps into my vision as I shoot my seed into her ass and I pull her up, worried I’ll pass out from the pleasure roaring through me. I sit on the floor, cradling her in my lap while she coughs.
The towel is soaked and there’s water everywhere. On the tiles. The wall. It seeps through my pants. It doesn’t matter. We’re still connected, and that’s all I care about, even when my cock softens inside her.
I brush the wet hair out of Hailey’s face and unlock the cuffs before softly slapping and rubbing her back. She collapses against me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She coughs again before she finds her hoarse voice. “I-I think so.”
“Are you dizzy? Got trouble breathing?”
“No. But that wasterrifying…” She pauses, giggling quietly. “And hot.”
“You’re a freak,” I tease.
Hailey scoffs. “Fucking a woman’s ass while drowning her isyourkink. I just happened to be the innocent victim.”
“You’re far from innocent and that’s a damn compliment.”
She smiles broadly up at me. “I’ll happily accept it. Thank you very much.”
We sit in silence, catching our breath. As she starts to shudder and I slip out of her, it’s like a boulder the size of an elephant presses on my shoulders.
When we’re together, I try to live in the moment. I push my negative thoughts away to be who she needs me to be, but it all comes crashing down the second I lose her touch.
I zip up my pants and let the water out of the tub, turning the shower on hot for her. My heart cracks. This ain’t even about sex. I wanna drop the mask and get in the shower with her, wash her hair and run my fingers over her soapy skin.
But it can never be.
My alter ego Jax can’t be more than a hookup to her. And the real me can never be anybody but Colt, the asshole brother of her bastard husband.
“You need to warm up,” I say, holding out my hand.
Hailey takes it and I help her in the tub. “Thanks,” she responds happily before closing the shower curtain.
Her indifference feels like a hit to the gut and I hate that I was the one who had to suggest the just-sex-no-attachments-rule. It still hurts to see how little she cares.
