Hate So Good: A High School Bully Romance (The Hate Series Book 2) by Nina Lincoln (best fiction books to read txt) 📕

Down a hall, we go and around a corner before we’re inside a locker room, and he’s pushing me against the door.

My body immediately pulses in anticipation, shuddering under the feel of his chest heaving against me while my heart beats so hard it could fly out of my chest.

We speak no words as we come together heatedly, his mouth mashed against mine, his tongue surging inside and lapping around before sucking my tongue ravenously.

Thrashing against him, I grab his hair and pull it as I meet his thrusts brutally, and we kiss until we can no longer breathe, pulling away with panting breaths.

Abruptly he drops to his knees, and gasping, I buck into his mouth after he pulls my pants down and sucks my clit into his mouth.

I’ve craved his touch for so long - I’m always ready when he’s around, and shouting, I end on a long moan as he brings me to orgasm quickly.

Once I shoot over, he slows his movements, gently sucking me while I shudder and pulse above him, and as soon as the waves of pleasure fade and I collapse against the wall, he’s back on me again, slurping my clit into his mouth roughly.

“Colt!” I cry as pleasure-pain surges inside me brutally, riding on waves of heat.

Lapping me up hungrily, he groans low in his throat before switching out his mouth for his fingers, shoving his tongue inside of me, and running his tongue along my walls.

Convulsing again, I fly over in waves of painful pleasure when he simultaneously twirls my bud between his fingertips.

It’s too much too fast. It’s fucking everything.

Standing quickly, his chest heaving, his mouth shiny from my core, Colt licks his lips slowly as he looks into my eyes and drops his shorts, tugging on his erection heatedly.

I moan at the sight, thrusting my hips from the wall, and his mouth curls up in a wicked smile as he picks me up and enters me in one quick thrust.

“Oh God,” I cry out as flutters of pleasure surge through me again.

Leaning my head against the wall as he fucks me heatedly, pounding into me with abandon, I open my eyes to his burning gaze, his grey eyes flayed open.

Pain and pleasure, love and need, regret it all shines back at me as he reaches down, twists my clit between his fingers, and I explode.

With a grunt, he pulls me close and bottoms out, closing his beautiful eyes for a moment with a painful grimace before they fly open again. My heart pulses painfully, caught in the intensity of his gaze, as we stare at each other, everything we want to say but can't put into words passing between us.

He’s so far inside of me, and it feels so good, as he orgasms that I don't want this to end, but unfortunately, the intimacy is broken when someone tries to open the door and finds it locked.

Sighing, I lean against his shoulder and hold back a sob. I miss him, and I can’t fucking breathe when he’s not around.

“Hey! Open the fucking door!” The jerk says as he pounds on the wood.

Colt slowly drops me to my feet, sliding from me, and grimly, I watch the walls fall over his eyes. Unable in this intimate moment to see his fucking icy cold stare, I turn my head away, but he steps into me and turns me back with a gentle caress of my cheek.

Reluctantly I glance up, relieved to see he’s looking at me with an earnest expression, no ice in sight.

“Wait for me,” he says gruffly.

“Huh?” I ask, breathless under the gentle caress.

“You want me to fight for you? I will, I am. But I need you to wait for me. Don't give up.”

“I don't understand,” I say, bewildered, hope surging through me painfully.

This is what I wanted to hear from him, but I haven't seen much fighting or begging for that matter.

“Princess,” he growls, pulling me close and leaning his head against my chest.

Clutching his head to me, I run my hands through his sweaty hair and sigh as he shudders around me. He feels so right against me. I can't let this go. I could never let it go. Right or wrong, good or bad, I need him, and I think he needs me too. Without him, my soul is a shriveled raisin of misery, and even just standing with him now makes it sing in my chest.

Is this true love? Who the fuck knows, but I’m never gonna find out if I don't start taking some risks.

*****

I left Colt at Fight Club with his whispered promises ringing in my ear. He didn't say when or even how, just looked at me with his intense eyes and then kissed me goodbye, all of which, the kiss included, left me breathless and needy.

The following morning, I find another letter from my dad sitting on the dining room table. Maggie’s sleeping upstairs, so I open the damn thing and sit down on the couch to read it grimly.

Finn,

I thought I might hear from you after my last letter? You run out of paper or something? I’m disappointed, Finn. Blood is thick, daughter. Always remember that.

Not much to report here. Every day is the same. Strangely, I’m considered a celebrity. I guess even prisoners watch football. The highlight of my day is shooting the shit about old times. Man, I miss those days.

Nothing compared to holding that damn ball in my hands.

How’s school treating you? I hope you’re not going to that damn school your mom described, the shithole—the stories she’s used to tell. Anyway, you picked a college yet? Maybe you can go to my alma mater, eh? Take after your old dad? I’m thinking business is your best bet. You’re smart, Finn. You just need to step out of your comfort zone.

Your granddad reached out. He’d like to hear from you…

By now, you’ve heard about my appeal. As I’m sure you