Hate So Good: A High School Bully Romance (The Hate Series Book 2) Nina Lincoln (latest novels to read TXT) 📖

Sensing my withdrawal, he pulls away and leans his forehead against mine.

“What?” he chuffs out.

“Sarah,” I mutter, and he rears back with a wince.

“I didn’t sleep with her, Finn. I couldn’t not after…I couldn’t. I can’t take back that stupid kiss, but that’s all it ever was.”

Searching his gaze, I calm, finding my center and choosing to believe him, although I hope I don’t come to regret it.

“Okay, but if this is a fucking game, Colt, I will ruin your fucking world,” I say icily. And I mean it. I will rain down hellfire on this boy turned man.

His eyes light with desire, and he pulls me back in, licking my bottom lip, and making me whimper, as he husks, “I wouldn't expect anything less, Finn.”

The ride home is a blur, and we barely make it into my house before we’re both stripping. He watches me avidly as I undress, marking every place on my body with a heated stare, and I shiver under his gaze, returning the favor, loving every inch he exposes.

He’s all lean muscle and beauty, and it’s all I can do not to jump him and run my palms over every sinful curve.

“Do you want me to shower, Baby?” he asks with hooded eyes, pulling on his length.

Shivering, I shake my head no, and he grins arrogantly, causing me to pulse painfully.

“You like what you see?”

“Yes,” I moan, leaning back on the couch and spreading my legs wide.

Groaning, he steps forward, “Fuck, I can’t wait, Finn, this is gonna be rough.”

“Oh God, yes, Colt, now,” I say, arching my hips into the air. Rough or gentle, slow, or hard, I love every moment with Colt.

We both shout when he licks his lips and grabs my hips, thrusting into me, his thick length stretching me wide. Ignoring the twinge of pain, I arch into him as he surges inside of me, pumping against him rapidly.

“Fuck,” he moans, bottoming out and grinding into me.

Desperately, I flail beneath him, my orgasm surging through me as he rubs me just right, grabbing my clit and caressing it between his fingers.

“Oh,” I moan, flying over the edge and falling as he thrusts into me rapidly and spews.

The beautiful primal expression that crosses his face causes my heart to clench painfully in my chest. These are the moments I crave where he can’t hide behind his icy expression.

Dropping his forehead to my chest, we catch our breath together, breathing deeply in tandem. I’m preparing myself for him to pull away with his customary blank expression, only to be pleasantly surprised when he raises his head and gazes at me with a sweet smile.

“Again,” he growls, and I gasp out a laugh, which turns to a moan. And we go twice more before he’s forced to head home for school tomorrow.

*****

I’m deliciously sore, confused, and happy as I leave my house for school the following morning, only to stop up short when I see Colt idling at the curb with a shit-eating grin on his face. Unable to contain my own smile, I open the door on the passenger side and smirk.

“Waiting for something?”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for my fuck hot Princess to get her sweet ass in the car so we can go to school.”

With a grin, I jump inside, squealing when he pulls me to the middle and kisses me sweetly.

Melting into his embrace with a mental sigh, I say, “I need to let Hay-“

“Don’t worry about that fuckhead, I already told him,” Colt grumbles.

Suppressing an eye roll, I snuggle deeper into his embrace and enjoy the ride to school. It’s been so long since I felt his arms around me, and I hum happily under my breath until he pulls into the lot and parks in the spot closest to the door.

Glancing at him shyly, I find him looking at me with a soft smile, and taking my face in his hands, he asks, “Are we okay?”

His eyes search mine, their pale grey depths concerned, and I smile gently. “Yeah, but this doesn’t mean you're off the hook. We should talk.”

He nods slowly, his face turning grim, “Okay, Princess, but just know, it’s you and me now. Us together.”

“Okay,” I breathe, smiling when he kisses my forehead and gives me a tender grin.

“Now, tell me why Hayden was picking you up?” he says gruffly.

And my glow pops like a balloon, the specter of my stalker looming like a bad fucking habit.

“My fan. He was at the house. He left me a gift,” I mutter, sourly.

“What the fuck? What did he leave this time?” he asks, his eyes growing icy.

“Pictures of me,” I whisper.

“Pictures?”

“Yes…”

“What kind of pictures?” he asks, frantically searching my gaze.

“Me - dressing in my room.”

With an explosiveness that causes me to jump out of my skin, he slams his hands against the steering wheel, exclaiming, “Fucker! I’m going to kill him when I get my hands on him.”

Overwhelmed by his violent emotions, tears fill my eyes, followed by sadness that my stalker jerk continues to come between us for every special moment. I just want to enjoy my time with Colt, but there’s always something interfering.

“Why did you think I was him?” he asks abruptly.

“At the party before prom, someone chased me and dropped something. It was a series of notes but wrapped around it was a crane.”

It’s achingly quiet for a moment before he says in a raw voice, “I’m sorry, Princess.”

“Why?” I ask softly.

“I never should’ve left you alone. I was a fucking dick. Fuck!” He slams the wheel again.

“Colt,” I say, grabbing his arm. “Please, can we just pretend for today? I want to enjoy this, us…”

His eyes soften, and he nods, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips, but his eyes are still grim as he says, “Okay, Baby.”

We walk hand in hand to class and exist in our own little world throughout the day, even making out in his truck over lunch because we can’t keep our hands off