Page 13 of Out of the Shadows
One side latched onto his parting words and that distressed look on his face, while the other side argued that he must have enjoyed it, given how into it he had been.
Colt isolated himself after that, and I didn’t get to see him the rest of the stay — until the last night, that is. That night, after spending hours overthinking things, I pulled myself together and decided we needed to have a talk, just to get things out in the open.
Coming here, I’d been hoping for some kind of sign, anything, but I got more than I bargained for. Problem was, none of it seemed to make much sense.
I was standing outside his door about to knock when I heard grunting and groaning. It was the same noises he’d made as he hovered over me a few days before. Did he have another girl in there? In a fit of madness, I silently opened the door a crack as slowly as possible. Colt groaned, “Hailey!” So he either had another Hailey in there, was calling my name while having fun with someone else,or…
I pushed the door open more, and there he was, sprawled out in his big bed, buck-ass naked, asleep, moaning, and fully erect.Holy fuck.
Any normal person would have quickly turned around, probably mortified, and rushed out of the room. At that very moment, I discovered thatnormalwasn’t really my thing.
I was transfixed by his hulking form on the bed, the sound of the waves crashing, and his potent masculine scent. This time, though, he smelled somehow muskier, saltier, and more intense, and it drew me in like a moth to a flame. I tiptoed toward him, silently on bare feet, and the moonlight streaming through the open window allowed me to admire him closely.
He was impressive. Even asleep, he exuded strength and virility, and my gaze was glued to his heavy shaft like a magnet. To be fair, it was the first cock I’d seen in real life; I hadn’t even kissed anyone else before Colt. Every time I came even close to trying, I couldn’t go through with it — they weren’t him. Given that it matched his size, I figured it wasn’tlikelyto be average length.
Opaque, milky liquid trickled out of the fat tip, tempting me to lap it up. What I was doing was insane, completely inappropriate, and borderline sick, but I couldn’t stop myself from edging closer. He could wake up at any moment and find me staring at him in the quiet darkness. Maybe my conscience would have made me leave if he hadn’t moaned my name again.
“Hailey.” His deep voice always sent shivers down my spine, but hearing him moan my name was a whole new level.He was dreaming about me.
I lost all sense of reality and knelt on the bed, my hands finding their way to him without even being aware I was doing it. I wrapped my hands around his hard, smooth length slick with his arousal and let myself get lost in the moment. It was my name he moaned, my name hekeptmoaning as I touched him — my name on his lips as he came, his hot cum shooting all over my hand.
My mind cleared up, and I had enough sense to realize it was time to leave before he actually caught me. No matter how many times he’d moaned my name, what I was doing here wasn’t what you’d call normal.
I rushed out of the room, my body burning with a blazing heat and an overwhelming desire. In a flash, I was back in my own bed, then buried my still-wet, sticky hand covered in hiscum right between my thighs to give myself some relief.
Moaning, I circled my swollen clit, massaged his cum into my folds, then came violently, and my toes curled into the sheets beneath me. I took a few minutes to collect my thoughts, shaking and breathing heavily. I’d gone to Colt’s room to talk things through, and while I’d gotten some clarity, it wasn’t exactly what I’d expected.
As an added bonus, I also discovered that when it came to Colt, I was fucked in the head. I’d overthink this whole situation later, but for now, the important thing was that I’d finally found what I’d been looking for all week.
This was my sign that my infatuation wasn’t just one-sided, that there was a chance despite what he said after our … uh, “roll in the four-poster lounge.” His subconscious — and maybe his dick — were already on track. I just needed to convince the rest of him. Good thing I already had a plan.
Eight
Hailey
Two years later – 19 years old
Laughter and chatter filled the elegant banquet hall of the stylish hotel in downtown Houston, but I only half listened as I glanced around, sipping a watered-down cocktail at some fundraiser my father had forced me to attend. The sooner I could get out of the world of polished smiles, dull small talk, and worst of all — a date handpicked by father dearest, the better.
After excusing myself from a conversation about someone’s boring hedge fund, I headed over to the buffet table, giving Nico, my date from hell, a wide berth. My dad had really outdone himself with this one. On the outside, he was the picture of perfection — pearly whites, symmetrical face with chiseled features, immaculate haircut and grooming, and of course, the tailored suit.
However, the ride over here was more than enough time to make it clear that even if he had been my type, his character was rotten enough to crush any potential appeal from the get-go. Maybe stuffing my face with some hors d’oeuvres would help me survive this evening.
As I reached for a mini quiche, I noticed someone familiar out of the corner of my eye — Alicia Michaels, Colt’s mom. She always had a glow about her, a quiet elegance. I’d known Colt’s mother for years, and she was one of the few adults at these events I actually enjoyed talking to.
“Hailey! How lovely to see you!” Alicia exclaimed, pulling me into a brief hug.
“Hi, Alicia. It’s good to see you too,” I replied with a genuine smile — the first of the evening.
“Your mother told me all about your plans for BRU. I bet you can hardly wait!” She winked.
She had no idea how spot on she was with this. I was dying to get away from it all. Being two states away from my parents and all the suffocating social obligations sounded like heaven. And getting to see Colt more often? Sign me the fuck up.
“Yeah …” I nodded, a blush creeping up my cheeks. “I’m really excited.” Blue Ridge University wasn’t just my best option — it was the only one that mattered.Coltwas there.
Her eyes twinkled, and she gave me a little conspiratorial smile. “Well, I might have some good news for you.”
My eyebrows raised. “Good news?”
