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

After school, Colt surprises me by taking me back to the lake, and with a blanket he keeps in his car, we snuggle together in front of the water.

Staring out at the pretty view, I look up when with a heartfelt sigh that parts my hair, he says, “I’m sorry, I can never apologize enough. I was angry, I am angry, but I took it out on you.”

“Why?” I whisper.

He chuffs, “The minute I saw you, you were all that I could think about. Me! I’ve never given two shits about the chicks I...anyway, it was different with you. But I vowed never to be her, and you shoved that shit down my throat.”

“I-“

“No, not with your words, by being you. No matter what I did, I couldn’t let you go and believe me, I tried,” Colt says grimly.

“But liking me doesn’t make you her,” I insist.

He pauses for a moment, resting his chin on my shoulder. I get that he’s struggled a lot, but going through life avoiding your mom’s mistakes means nothing if you don’t know what mistakes to avoid.

“Colt, your mother didn’t make the mistake of being in love. She made the mistake of allowing someone to treat her as though she’s not enough.”

Turning in his arms, I grab his cheeks between my hands and say, “I don’t share. That’s not for me. For whatever reason, your mom decided that’s enough, even if it does hurt her. But we’re not them, either of us. I could just as easily say I want to avoid love too, but who’s that punishing? Me! My dad doesn’t care! And I’d be a fool not to want to feel what I feel when I’m with you!”

His warm breath puffs against my mouth, and unable to resist, I lean in and kiss him lightly on his yummy lips. He returns the kiss, running his tongue along my lower lip until I open for him with a sigh.

Smiling, he sweeps my mouth with his tongue before tangling with mine, sending a riot of tingles through me. Only when we need to breathe, do we part with a moan, and softly, he pulls me around and lays me on the blanket, hovering over me.

His intense stare makes me shiver, and with a sweet smile, he traces my features with his finger, slowly caressing the line of my nose, across my brows, and along each lip separately.

“Finn,” he breathes, and my heart clenches in my chest, “you’re so beautiful.”

Arching against him, I moan out his name, and his eyes turn a dark shade of grey, like stormy skies, before his mouth finally meets mine again.

With his other hand, he kneads my breast through my shirt, clenching and twirling my now hard nipples between his fingers, and at his touch, pleasure radiates through me swiftly, ending in my core where my clit pulses with need.

Colt rears back and smirks before unbuttoning my pants and shoving his hands below the seam, honing in on my bud immediately.

“Colt,” I groan, and he smiles against my mouth. “I need you. I need to feel you.”

“Oh, Baby, me too,” he breathes, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head.

Simultaneously, I pull my pants off, leaving my shirt on just in case someone happens along, but I’m solely focused on him as he undresses. His muscles ripple under his movements, gleaming in the growing dusk, and I feel a twinge of regret in my chest when he reveals his tattoo, his reminder to never fall in love, a bleeding rose clenched between a fist.

It’s a brutal rendition that shows the depth of his antipathy toward the notion.

Sensing me falter, he puts his hand over his heart, covering the tattoo, and shudders.

“Princess, none of this matters with you,” he says fiercely, and my heart melts, the last of my worries slipping free.

Yes, Colt’s done horrible things but so have I. If we can find our way clear of our fucked-up past, we’ll be stronger than ever.

Leaning up, I pull his hand away and kiss his heart over his tattoo, marveling when goosebumps break out over his arms and chest. Growling, he pulls me fiercely into a hug and covers his mouth with mine again, the ferocity of his emotion bleeding through as he fucks my mouth ravenously with his tongue.

Moaning my desperation, I hurriedly pull his pants down, needing him, all of him now.

He matches my urgency, flicking the pants away with his feet before pulling my legs wide and surging into me.

Simultaneously we groan, and he leans down, resting his forehead against mine.

“You’re the best thing, Finn, the best,” he growls.

My heart hitches in my chest, my body pulsing around him, and with a moan, he pulls back and thrusts into me with long, deep strokes, staring into my eyes as he brings me to completion and follows closely behind.

After, we lay snuggled against each other, staring at the stars until we have no choice but to pack up and go home.

*****

The next few weeks are lovely. Colt and I exist in our own little world, sailing through classes together and exploring each other after.

It’s the calmest my world has been since I moved here. I haven’t heard any more news about my dad and my special friend has been markedly absent. I should be focusing on that, but I have no clue who it is, and my efforts have brought me nothing but frustration.

The one time I tried to warn Colt about the threats against him, he flat out refused to back off.

“No way, Princess, I refuse to let some sick fuck keep me from you. Besides, it’s not safe,” he says grimly.

Still, I worry for his safety as much as I do mine, but with each passing day without a note or gift, I start to hope he’s given up or moved on.

Which makes me feel like an asshole because if he’s moved on from me, does that mean he’s obsessing on someone else?

My birthday is around