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Sweet baby Jesus, I could come right now. The view is fucking divine.
“Now open your mouth, baby. I want to see my cock deep down your throat. I want to hear you choke on it until I fucking come with your full lips wrapped around me.”
“Right there, baby,” I groan.
“Fuck, Ava…you’re such a good girl…”
“Get on all fours. Facedown. Ass up.”
“You sound so bossy, and I want to call you daddy…and oh my fucking God. I’m sick in the head.”
“Call me whatever you want, Ava.” She feels amazing around my dick—a bit tight, just how I like it. “I’m going to stretch this pussy so fucking damn wide…”
“Next time you want to punish me…” Another slap rings in the air. “Do whatever you want…” Another slap, a bit lighter this time. “But never forbid me from tasting you.”
My handprints on her skin look absolutely mind-blowing. She’s fucking mine. Only mine. I need her to tell me this. I need her to tell me she understands.
“Who’s my fucktoy tonight?” “Me.” She moans loud, and I see veins bulging in her hands as she grips the sheets tighter. “I’m your fucktoy, Colton.” “Just for tonight?” “Always.”
“I’m sorry for not telling you about my involvement with Helen.” “Thank you, Colt. I hope you know I wasn’t angry because you slept with her. I just didn’t like looking like a fool in front of her. That’s all.” “I know.”
She and Clay got together during winter break, and they’ve been a couple for two months already. She’s literally shining these days, always getting pretty and trying on new clothes. Rodgers is always by her side, ready to worship the ground she walks on and shower her with compliments. He’s whipped, and he isn’t afraid to show that to anyone. The whole college already knows Layla Benson did the impossible: she made Clay Rodgers settle down.
“Can you grab two glasses and—” “Apple juice.” I look over my shoulder and see him with everything I just asked for. “Apple juice,” I repeat as he sets everything on the table.
Colton Thompson is way too good to be true.
“Glad you like it,” I murmur, watching him. “Like it? I’m ready to fucking marry you if you promise to make these for me every day.”
“I’m not wife material, Colt.” His eye twitches, and I instantly regret my words. Dammit, Ava, way to ruin everything. But it’s Colt. This guy is my personal undoing. “You’re confident and independent, yes. But the way you purr when I’m taking care of your needs, and ho...
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“You mean your arms, I assume?” His eyes darken. I’m playing with fire, and I should be careful. I need to talk to him about Levi first; that’s more important than him fucking me to oblivion. “My arms. My cock. My fingers. Everything about me is a perfect match for you. Try to remember that, Ava.”
“He has zero chances against me, Ava. Trust me. The only person he’s going to impress on the ice is his mother. Everyone else will know what a loser he is.” “You have no idea what he did, but you’re already making assumptions.”
“He lost you—he’s a loser. He hurt you—that only proves the weakness of his character. Real men make their women cry from happiness, not pain.”
He thought of me as his property, and in my head that meant he loved me, so I put up with it for two years,” I confess.
The first lap was good, but the next one took away my love of the ice.” “He couldn’t hold you, could he?” “Nope. He twirled me around once, then twice. The third time, he lifted me, but he was able to put me down. Unlike the fourth time. The only thing I remember is him lifting me over his head, and then it was darkness. He fucking dumped me on the ice because he was too drunk to be able to hold me.”
then he fucking left me. He got scared because I lost consciousness. He couldn’t wake me, so he left me on the fucking ice, alone, in the middle of the night.”
“But I’m afraid to be on the ice since then. I’m afraid to even set foot on it; my vision blurs, and I become nauseous. He took away my love for skating. He took away the joy I felt playing hockey with Drake and Layla. He took away everything I loved about being on the ice, and I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“I’ll help you fall in love with the ice again.” “Colt…” “I know what it means to be afraid. I know what it feels like to not be able to even look at the thing that brought you pain and misery. I know about all of that, and I know how to fight it. So, if you let me, I’d love for us to try. Okay?”
“But first, I’ll make him pay for what he did. I promise. He’s going down next Saturday.” A thousand different emotions swirl around my head, but one is louder than the rest. It’s called love, and I’m a fucking loser.
I need her by my side every minute, because she completes me and makes me feel desired.
She’s the best thing that’s happened to me in my entire life.
Closing my eyes, I picture Ava’s beautiful face. She’s a wildfire that is out of control, intensifying with each heartbeat, with every breath she takes. Or she’s a small but gentle bonfire, spreading through every bone, blanketing me with her warmth. She wants to spend time with me, while she doesn’t need me at all. For some, it may sound like nonsense, but Ava helped me to draw a line between being wanted and being needed. It’s a huge difference, and my heart aches in my chest any time I realize she wants me by her side. And now I’m betraying her. The mess in my head is preventing me from
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“What the fuck do you want from me?” Jefferson growls as I glide past him. “To make you pay for what you did to Ava.” “It was her fault; she was just as drunk as I was. She shouldn’t have suggested we skate together.” “It’s so easy to put the blame on a girl instead of admitting you were a coward. Would it have been that hard to call an ambulance?”
“She must’ve fucked your brain up good if you’re so whipped,” he scoffs, standing up. “You should thank me though.” “Thank you?” I smirk, seeing the guys celebrating our win and listening to the crowd cheering. “Everything she does in bed, I taught her. I was her first.” Stupid fucker, never knows when to keep his mouth shut. I step closer. Now we’re chest to chest. “Good thing I intend to be her last.”
“Try talking to her again, or touching her with even one damn pinkie, and I’ll ruin you. I promise.”
I want Colton to be mine even if I’m scared to be heartbroken. I want to go all in and risk everything I have for him.
“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice cracks. “Tell me you’re all mine, Ava.” “I’m yours, Colt.” All the tension leaves my body with my words. “I’m only yours.”
“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.”
“Say my name.” “Colton,” I breathe as he slides inside me. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demands. “Yours,” I moan as he fucks me, burying his cock in my pussy. He moves steady, with no rush. “I’m yours, Colton.”
“Your fucking pussy feels incredible. I love the way it swallows my cock and empties my cum.”
“You’re too good for me.” “Nonsense.” I ruffle his hair gently,
“Loneliness is not a reason for cheating. Ever.”
“Because she loved him.” “Because she loved him,” Colt confirms bitterly. “And he cheated on her with Helen. As payback.”
Colton Thompson is my own Hades, and I’m his Persephone. The addiction is strong and unwavering.
“Leave her the fuck alone.” A familiar voice rips through the atmosphere, and Colton snatches my phone from Moore’s fingers. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?” “It’s none of your business, Thompson.” Moore yells. He grabs my elbow forcefully, and I wince from the sudden pain. “She’s—” His words die in his throat as Colton’s fist connects with his abdomen, making him let go of me and stumble back. I gasp, and someone rushes past me, pulling Colt back. It’s the team’s right defenseman, Bailey, but other guys are here too, watching the scene with surprise on their faces.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Thompson?” Moore’s face is pale, and he presses both of his hands to his stomach. “Does that bitch have such a magic pussy that you’ve totally lost your mind? Attacking your teammate—” “She’s my girlfriend!” Colt bellows, and everyone goes silent at once. Even Bailey lets go of him. “And you don’t get to lay your fucking hands on her or her stuff. Back fucking off, Moore, and this picture will never see the light. But keep at it, and I’ll fucking destroy you. Am I clear?”
“Make sure to celebrate your big news with your girlfriend since you finally found the balls to say it aloud,” Clay laughs, walking away. “What news?” I ask, circling my hands around my boyfriend’s shoulders.
He walks toward the ice, stepping on it gingerly. My grip around his shoulders becomes tighter. Colt catches my gaze, and a soft smile curls his lips. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. You can trust me.”
I can go where he goes—but only if he wants me to.
“I’m so proud of you, Ava. You’re so thoughtful and caring, and you give so much of yourself to others without wanting anything in return. I admire you, and I honestly believe you’ll do amazing.” He dips his head down, taking my chin between his fingers. “You deserve the world, baby. And I want to hand it to you all the damn time.” “I don’t need the world,” I tell him, standing on my tiptoes. “I need my boyfriend to kiss me and make my head spin.” “Your boyfriend, huh?” A light peck on the corner of my mouth. “The best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“I’ll go with you. I hope you’ll find time to chill with me too. It feels like we haven’t done anything crazy in an eternity.” “We’re dating two best friends who were known for never dating anyone. Sounds crazy enough to me.”
I stop in my tracks just as I get to the stairs. Layla’s words ring in my ears, and my heart sinks to my feet. I hurriedly take my phone out of my pocket, launch the calendar, and stare at it in disbelief and growing fear. I’m four days late. Memories about our sex in the sin-bin come to mind, and I’m not okay.
I squint at my bed to see the results. Well…fuck. I’m pregnant.
“I think you should look at yourself in the mirror before you go anywhere. Colton doesn’t deserve to have his girlfriend embarrass him with how she looks.”
