Ruthless knight

Cole

I hate the way I left things with her. 

But, since she’s not answering any of my texts, she only brought what’s happening upon herself. 

Flipping my hoodie up, I take a deep breath and climb the side of her house. I’m grateful for all the years of grueling football practice that kept my body in tiptop shape, because this shit isn’t nearly as easy as it looks in the movies.

Fortunately, her window is open again, which makes my job a hell of a lot easier.

I make a mental note to yell at her to close it after I leave though because any maniac could crawl through it in the middle of the night.

Case in point—the one attempting to right now.

Hanging onto the ledge with one hand, I raise the window higher with the other.

Being as quiet as I can, I climb inside.

The lights are out—given it’s past midnight and all—but to my dismay she’s not here.

Da fuck? Her van is in the driveway.

Pulling out my phone, I shoot her a text.

Cole: Where are you?

The phone on the nightstand lights up.

I guess that would explain why she ignored my last two texts.

I’m about to go sit on her bed and wait, but I hear the faint click of a latch. “‘Night, Daddy. Love you.”

Shit. Her dad is still up.

Thinking quick, I slip behind the open door of her closet and crouch down.

There’s no doubt in my mind if she sees a shadowy figure standing in her room, she’ll scream her head off and he’ll rush inside.

I’m not about to give her overprotective redneck daddy the luxury of shooting me tonight.

Her vanilla-coconut scent invades my nostrils the second she enters the room.

Christ. She always smells so fucking good. 

I bite my knuckle as I take in the bathrobe she’s wearing and the knotted towel on her head.

My dick twitches. Fresh out of the shower.

I’m hoping she turns on the light so I can get an even better show, but she doesn’t.

After putting her glasses on, she walks over to her dresser and takes out a t-shirt and panties.

My cock comes to life as she pulls the white cotton up her legs.

I’m hoping she slips out of the bathrobe next, but she whips the towel off her head and turns to the mirror above her dresser.

A moment later, she flicks on a vanity light and picks up her blow dryer. 

It’s now or never.

Standing up, I open the closet door and walk out.

The floor creaks at the same time the blow dryer clicks on.

However, it doesn’t stop her from spotting me in the mirror.

“Don’t scream,” I instruct, quickly placing my hand over her mouth. “It’s me.”

I can feel the panic coursing through her body as she drops the dryer and makes a frightened muffled sound in her throat.

It takes a few seconds for her brain to get the signal, but when she does, she stomps on my foot.

“What the hell?” she hisses. “Again—”

She’s cut off by a knock on her door. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

She clutches her chest. “I’m fine, Daddy. Just a little clumsy.”

He chuckles. “All right. I’m heading downstairs to go to bed. Get some sleep.”

“Sweet dreams.”

She waits for his footsteps to fade before she speaks. “Why are you here?”

“I didn’t like the way we left things earlier.” 

Her eyes widen. “You know, there are these nifty things called phones.” 

“I tried to text you, but you didn’t answer.” 

She sweeps a hand up and down her body. “Because I was taking a bubble bath, you as—”

She doesn’t get a chance to finish that statement because I close the distance between us and kiss her. 

Like always, she puts up a fight.

Grabbing a nice handful of her ass, I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding access.

When she doesn’t grant it, I suck and nibble her bottom lip and pin her against a wall.

The thickness in my pants grows when she bites me back.

She’s angry.

Perhaps she just needs the right outlet for it.

Lucky for her, I know the perfect one.

“That’s it,” I rasp as I squeeze one of her tits through her robe. “Make me pay.”

This time when I kiss her again, it’s pure venom.

She bites my tongue so hard I growl as she digs her nails into my scalp.

“Fuck you,” she whispers.

I slip my hand under her robe and tweak her nipple.

“Don’t tempt me, Bible Thumper,” I warn as I dip my head, lowering my mouth to her neck.

Just like her nipples, it’s another weak spot.

I suck her flesh hard enough I know she’ll have marks.

Good. She left her mark on me too.

“Go home,” she says, but it comes out in a breathless whisper.

Not happening.

“You and I both know you don’t want that.” Undoing the knot on her robe, I push it to the side, exposing her breast. “Besides, I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.” She hisses when I flick her nipple with my tongue. “But I think you secretly like my obsession with you.” 

Mewling, she closes her eyes. “God, you’re impossibly stubborn.”

“And you fucking love it,” I taunt before I close my mouth over the puckered bud.

She lets out a soft moan as I sweep the pad of my thumb along the crotch of her panties.

I’m about to slip my finger inside, when she digs her nails into my scalp again. “Look, I am in this with you, Colton. All the way. But if you ever lash out at me like that again, I’m going to kick you so hard in the balls I’ll do some permanent damage.” Her dark eyes burn like coals. “Got it?” 

“Understood.”

I don’t want to fuck this thing up between us. 

She draws in a shaky breath. “Good.” She juts her chin toward the still open window. “It’s late and I have work in the morning.” 

I back away. “I’ll go…If that’s what you really want.”

Nodding, she re-ties her bathrobe. “It’s probably for the best.”

I disagree.

I’m making my way toward her window when the thought strikes me.

I’m still so revved up, not even fifty cold showers could take the edge off.

She has to be feeling the same way.

“Are you going to touch yourself?”

I hear the hitch in her breath. “What?”

I don’t have to see her to know she’s blushing.

I turn back around. “After I leave, will you touch yourself?”

“That’s—”

“Really personal?” I mock, walking toward her. “Good. Be personal with me.”

“I—” 

In one fell swoop, I tug her against me. “Don’t give me bullshit, Church. I’m your real boyfriend now, remember?”

Her real boyfriend who’s real fucking horny. 

There’s fire in her eyes again and I fucking love it. “Yes, I was going to touch myself.” She smirks. “Possibly with two fingers this time.”

Damn if that sass doesn’t make me rock hard. “Oh yeah?”

“Yup.” Biting her lip coyly, she pats my cheek. “Too bad for you only good boys get to stay and watch the show.”

All my blood rushes to my dick.

Usually I love how she makes me work for it…but tonight I’m in the mood to be a ruthless asshole and take what’s mine.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I brush my lips against hers.

Right before I bend her over the bed and smack her ass. 

“Too bad for you, I’ve never been a good boy.” Shoving my hand through the opening of her robe, I cup her pussy. I can feel her wetness seeping through the cotton of her panties. “Then again, it doesn’t really seem like you mind.”