“And you …” He stops pacing and points down at me. “You were supposed to get Cole away from her. We agreed to slow it down when Kellan attacked her the night of her birthday party. She was no use to us if he killed her too soon.”
“I did,” I argue. “But by then, he was in too deep with her. I had to go behind his back to Deke. When he was on our side prom night, Cole backed off. Or pissed her off. Either way, she walked away from him.” The sorry bastard walked around school and practice like a lost little puppy without her. I actually felt sorry for him. He had finally found a woman he could tolerate while dressed, and we took her from him. “I’m not sure how he and Deke got involved the night Kellan shot her.” Well, that’s not true. After listening to the recording, I know she called him. But I’ll keep that to myself. The less Shane knows, the better.
“At least Cole won’t go to the police. Not now.”
“He wasn’t ever going to.” Cole isn’t that kind of guy. He takes care of shit himself. “You are panicking over nothing. He just wanted revenge on Bruce for raping his mother. Austin was just a bonus.”
“So now what?” he asks.
I sit up. “We drop this. The group is done. School’s over. They will move to Texas as soon as Austin is well enough. Cole will want her long gone from here. We all take our money that we collected from JJ’s Properties and never look back. They’ll never know what we had planned.”
He nods his head quickly before running a hand through his hair nervously. “If that’s what you think we should do.”
“It’s exactly what we should do.” I stand. “Go home, Shane. And let it go.”
I walk out of the family room and down the long hallway to the back of my parents’ house and enter my bedroom, not even bothering to see him out. He knows his way around the house. I remove my shirt and undo my jeans. I kick them off and remove my boxers before I crawl into my bed. It’s late, almost two a.m., but my window to the right allows light from the outside to filter in, giving the room a soft glow.
I wrap my arm around the naked body asleep in my bed. She snuck in about an hour ago. I should let her sleep. She’s had a long day, but no man could deny themselves with her naked in their bed.
I kiss her bare shoulder while my left hand snakes around her side to her stomach. I slide it down between her thighs and find that sweet spot I’m addicted to. “Wake up, baby,” I whisper into her ear.
She moans and shifts, rolling to her back. I rub her clit, and her legs fall open for me. “Bennett.” She sighs.
“Yeah, baby. Wake up for me.”
I crawl to where I’m between her legs, and I slide my arms underneath her ass and prop it up in the air to get her pussy closer to my mouth.
“Please,” she begs. Her hips buck as her hands run down over her flat stomach, letting me know exactly what she wants.
I lower my face to her pussy and lick my lips before licking her smooth cunt. She begins to pant. My arms stretch up and over to grab her large tits. Fuck, she is incredible. I’ve always had a crush on her, and I’ve dreamed about fucking her for years. I can’t count how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about her. Finally, my dream came true last year, and I wasn’t disappointed.
She cries out as my tongue fucks her pussy while my hands massage her breasts. Her legs tighten around my head, locking it in place.
Seconds later, she comes all over my tongue with my name on her lips. I hover above her, placing my hands on either side of her head. She opens her heavy eyes and looks up at me.
I smile down at the blue-eyed blonde. I wonder what Deke would think if he knew I was fucking her. Would he kill me? Most definitely. He’d torture me first, though—possibly cut off my fucking dick and make me eat it—but it would be worth it because I’m in love with her. And I think she loves me, too.
She wraps her still shaking legs around my hips and pulls me into her. “I want you.”
I lean down and run my tongue along her parted lips, and she moans into my mouth when she tastes herself on me. “Fuck me, Ben.”
“I’m going to, baby.” Then I kiss her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
COLE
“HERE.” I GRAB Austin’s hand and help her out of my car.
She gives a little laugh. “Cole, I know how to walk.”
“I just wanna help you,” I offer, shutting the passenger door. The doctor finally discharged her after two weeks in the hospital, but he told her to take it easy. However, her definition of easy is not the same as mine.
When I turn around, she’s facing me with a big smile on her face. Fuck, I never thought I’d see that again. “Thanks, but you don’t have to treat me like glass.”
My face falls at the mention of glass. That was what her journal said about how Martin treated her. And although I no longer want to break her, I also don’t want to treat her like her piece of shit ex did. I’m nothing like him. He tried to feed her full of bullshit and make her think he was there for her. If he were any kind of a man, he wouldn’t have tried to feed her drugs and forget the sick bastard she had to live with. Instead, he would have killed that motherfucker.
“Everything okay?” she asks with worry, noticing my change of mood.
I nod. “Fine. Come on, let’s get you inside.” Taking her hand in mine, I help her to the door of the clubhouse. Once inside, I drop her bag on the table in the corner while she takes a seat on the couch.
And it reminds me of the last time she was here—prom. The night before I allowed her to walk out on me.
I turn the lock, and then I’m spun around. My back hits the door, and I look down into a set of very heavy, very gorgeous green eyes. “Are you okay?” she asks.
“Of course,” I lie, running the back of my scarred knuckles down her soft cheek.
“You don’t seem like it. You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since the guys pulled you to the side at prom tonight.”
That’s because they want me to give you up. And although I know they’re right, I’m not sure I can do it. I’m gonna have to force you to leave. And it’s gonna kill me ’cause I’ve fallen in love with you.
That’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to think that, and I hope she’s too drunk to notice the way my knees shake as I finally admit it to myself.
“Was tonight as bad as you thought it was gonna be?” she questions at my silence, and I frown at her words. She giggles, assuring me that she’s so drunk her thoughts are all over the place. “You don’t have to lie. I know you didn’t want to go tonight.” She flattens her hands on my chest and runs them down my tux.
I want her nails digging into my skin. Her breath on my neck. I want to bury my face between her legs and eat her all fucking night. “That’s not true …”
“And you hated that I wanted to go to the after parties.” She bites her painted red lip, and my cock begins to harden. I’ve been looking forward to this part of the night since this morning.
I straighten my back, pushing my hand into her dark hair. I know she wore it down just for me. I spin us around, pinning her back to the door now. I push my body into hers, caging her in.