Barely: Winchester Academy Book 7 Page 4

  Well, the list of reasons not to flirt with or be anything but an authority figure to Brynn Henley is extensive, to say the least.

  “Well, the service at hotel Kane is exquisite so far,” she beams. “I’ll be leaving a stellar Yelp review.”

  I chuckle. “Thanks.” I nod at the fireplace on the other side of the room. “You want to talk about what’s going on?”

  She nods quietly, and I pick up the remote from my desk and turn on the gas flames. Brynn’s got her tea still in her hands, that pink robe wrapped tight around her and her hair still wet, and I’m helpless to stop my eyes from following her hips as she steps across the room. I swallow back the thoughts in my head as I pour a splash of whiskey into a glass from the bar cart and follow her over, sitting in the chair across from her, the fireplace between us.

  “What’s going on with your father?”

  Her face darkens, her teeth raking her lip as she nods.

  “He had this investment fund, but it turns out it’s not really an investment.”

  I frown, and she smiles wryly. “Investments have returns.

  “Ahh,” I nod. “Shit.”

  “Yeah, shit.”

  “How bad?”

  She snorts, shaking her head and taking a sip of tea. “Really, really bad. I was visiting home a few weeks ago for my birthday—”

  “Happy birthday, Brynn.”

  She smiles shyly. “Thanks, Colton.”

  Our eyes lock, and she blushes as she looks back at her tea.

  “The FBI kicked down our door during dinner and took him away in handcuffs. So, that kind of bad.”

  I swear lowly. “Shit, Brynn. And now he’s gone?”

  “Yeah. Posted bail instantly and then apparently left the country.”

  I frown. “Why isn’t this in the news?”

  She laughs bitterly. “Because my father is a scumbag and hires really good scumbag lawyers. They gag ordered the whole thing. Plus, I think the Feds are embarrassed to talk about this big case if the guy responsible left them in the lurch.”

  “And your stepmom is in Greece? Can you call her and explain—”

  “We’re not close.” She frowns. “Actually ‘not close’ would be an improvement. She hates me for being a reminder of my mom, and I hate her because she’s a horrible, cold bitch.”

  I smile wryly, nodding. “Well, fuck.”

  “Yeah,” she sighs, looking down. “I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do.”

  “Hey,” I growl quietly, bringing her eyes back up to mine. “We’re going to figure this out, I promise. Tonight though, you’re staying here.”

  “No, I couldn’t—”

  “You can, and you definitely are,” I growl, smiling. “There’s a guest room down the hall from the bathroom upstairs. It’s yours for the night. I’ll get you some clean sheets.”

  She smiles sadly, taking a breath as she brings her knees up to her chest. “Thanks, Colton.”

  Except, I barely hear her, because suddenly, every single ounce of my attention is being yanked somewhere else. And something roars inside of me.

  Because with her knees raised like that, I can see all of Brynn.

  …All of her.

  The robe is draped over her knees, and the giant pair of boxers of mine she’s wearing have fallen open and wide, and I can clearly see the soft, pink, glistening lips of her tight little pussy.

  Fuck.

  And just like that, the savage inside of me breaks free. The beast shatters the bars of its cage, and the fire inside of me roars.

  She’s still talking, and there’s a faint voice in my head telling me to look away—that this is wrong, and perverse, and that she’s been through way too much recently for me to be staring up the leg of her shorts at her naked pussy like a creep. But fuck if I can stop myself. Not with the way she captivated me back at the club before I knew who she was—captivated me like no woman has in years. Not with the way she slid into that private room and into my lap. Not with the memory of her gorgeous, tight, soft body grinding on my thick cock, her breath catching and the heat between her thighs pulsing against me. Not with having seen her in the shower earlier.

  And certainly, not with what I’m looking at now. My cock thickens, pulsing and throbbing between my legs as my jaw clenches.

  “Colton?”

  I blink, and slowly, my eyes raise to hers. Our gazes lock, and she gasps quietly at the intensity of my gaze, before suddenly, her eyes drop, and realization spreads over her face.

  “Oh God,” she whispers softly, her face going red. But she doesn’t yank her legs down, or curse at me, or run screaming from the room. She just blushes intensely, slowly lowering her legs and smoothing her robe down as she chews at her bottom lip.

  “I—I guess I’ll just...”

  She swallows, her face red as she raises her eyes to mine. And there’s pure, blue, fire in those eyes as they lock with mine.

  “I’ll just go to bed now.”

  I nod, my jaw still clenched, my mouth dry as she stands.

  “I—” she blushes. “Goodnight, Colton.”

  “Goodnight, Brynn,” I growl quietly. “We’ll figure this out in the morning.”

  She nods, her eyes flashing one last spark of heat my way before she turns and scurries from the room. The door mostly shuts behind her, and I groan, the air whooshing out of my lips and my muscles clenching as my hand drops to the throbbing bulge in my sweats. I growl, my hand wrapping around my fat cock through the material and giving myself a stroke as my mind replays the sight of her bare, pink pussy on fucking repeat.

  My pulse surges, and I grunt as I shove my sweats and boxers down until my cock springs free to slap against my abs. My hand wraps around the pulsing shaft, and I hiss in pleasure as I let my mind go to all of the places I’ve been telling it not to go all night where Brynn Henley is concerned. I imagine her dancing on that stage. I remember her grinding her panty-covered little pussy on my lap, her tits in my face and the need to have her roaring in my ears. I remember the glimpse of her in the bathroom earlier, and then just now—the image of her absolutely gorgeous little cunt on display for me.

  I freeze, my eyes squeezing shut as one last burst of morality grips me.

  Stop this. You need to stop this.

  I start to let my hand drop, but instant, I cave, and it goes right back to stroking my throbbing cock. Because I can’t stop this. Not when it’s her in my head. Not with the way she’s somehow drawing me into her like a moth to flame. How she’s captivating me in ways no woman has for a very long time.

  Not with how much I fucking want her.

  And so, I stroke. And I keep on stroking, images of Brynn bouncing on my cock melting through my thoughts as my pulse races and my balls swell with cum.

  6

  Brynn

  He didn’t see.

  …Right?

  My face burns as I climb the staircase, my mind whirling and my core tightening as I think about the look of hunger on his face when his eyes dropped low like that. I mean, maybe he did, but… maybe he didn’t? I’m wearing shorts, after all. Maybe he was just thinking of something else and his eyes just happened to look there?

  …Maybe I’ve spent way too long fantasizing about my gorgeous, way older school principal and now my mind it totally corrupted when it comes to him.

  I feel my face flush, and I pause halfway up the stairs as I frown.

  Crap, my tea.

  My lips twist, my mind weighing the pros and cons of going back to that office for the mug of tea I left on the table next to my chair.

  C’mon, there’s no way he saw anything…

  I say it to myself again as I turn and start to pad back down the stairs. It’s just my imagination. My filthy, wicked imagination when it comes to Colton Kane. That’s all.

  Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t practically seen all of you already tonight.

  My face burns hot, but I shake it off as I head back down the stairs and then down the darke
ned hall to his office. I’m making this up in my head—creating some sort of saucy fantasy that isn’t real. After all, Colton is a principal. He’s not “into me,” and I sincerely doubt he’s daydreaming about awkward little virgin seniors. After all, he didn’t know it was me in that private room, and it wasn’t even him who bought the private dance anyways.

  I roll my eyes at myself, shaking my head. No, Colton is not lusting after me like I am for him, and that’s fine. I shake my head as I get to his office door, and I’m reaching for the knob and about to step inside, when suddenly, my eyes glance through the crack in the door, and my jaw drops.

  My jaw drops, my eyes go wide, and my pulse skips. Because right there, sitting in the chair where he was when I left him, is Colton, with his hand wrapped tight around his big, pulsing, rock-hard cock.

  My thighs squeeze tighter, and something sizzling tingles over my skin. I can feel my nipples hardening, my breath catching as heat pools between my thighs. He groans, his forearm rippling and is head dropping back against the back of the wingback chair as his hand slides up and down that enormous dick. And my eyes are just locked on the sight of it, my tongue wetting my lips and my body shivering in heat as I watch him.

  He growls, his jaw tightening as his hand shuttles up and down that throbbing shaft. And the more I squeeze my thighs together, the more impossible it becomes to ignore the aching need between them. And in another few seconds, I give in and stop trying to fight it. My pulse races as my robe falls open, and when my hand pushes inside and slips along the waist of my—his—boxers, my breath catches as it slips underneath.

  With no panties on, my fingers tease down bare skin, my pulse racing faster and faster until my fingertips brush over my slick, wet lips. I gasp quietly, my core tightening as I slide my finger through my pussy, teasing over my clit as fierce, forbidden heat explodes through me. I stand there, just watching him—my twenty-years-older, gorgeous, growly, and sexy as fuck high school principal jerk his big cock while I play with my aching little pussy, the heat blazing hotter and hotter through me.

  Colton growls, hissing his pleasure as his cock swells even bigger, and I bite down on my lip to stop the moan as I sink a finger deep inside of me. His hand moves faster, stroking up and down, glistening, milky-white liquid beading at his swollen crown to trickle down his shaft. He grunts, gripping tighter, his muscles bulging as I finger my pussy faster and faster in time with him.

  I’m already close, and when I see his jaw tighten even more, and hear his low growl get deeper and rougher, I think he might be too. My thumb rolls over my clit, and my finger curls deep against my g-spot inside, when suddenly, he opens his mouth, and growls out words that send me absolutely reeling.

  “Show me that pussy, baby girl. Show daddy that pretty little pussy, Brynn.”

  Oh fuck.

  I can’t even pretend to hold back after that. I turn my head, biting my own shoulder as I go crashing over the edge, coming hard. My pussy floods my fingers with my sticky arousal, and I moan deeply into my own arm as I come hard.

  And Colton is right there too. He grunts, his head dropping back as his cock swells up so fucking big, before suddenly, with a groan, he explodes. Thick, white jets of his cum spurt from his big dick, pumping in high arches in the air before they come splattering down across his abs, his hand, his forearm, and his cock. He growls, stroking more and more cum from his cock, and my fingers just keep going as I tumble right into another gasping orgasm.

  And suddenly, Colton freezes. His eyes snap to the partially open door, and I know by the way he’s looking that he doesn’t “see” me, but my heart still jumps into my throat. I yank my hand from my shorts, backing away from the door with my heart racing before I whirl and run as silently as I can back through the house, up the stairs, and into the guest room. And my breath is held the whole time until the door shuts behind me and I sink against it.

  Okay, what the hell just happened?

  * * *

  When my eyes open the next morning, my face instantly flushes with heat as it all comes rushing back—the lap dance, the bathroom, the robe… watching him cum and coming right along with him. I groan, sinking under the sheets and taking a deep breath before I remind myself that he didn’t see me perving on him.

  He didn’t.

  I know he didn’t.

  I swallow as I take another few minutes, before I glance at my phone. Shit, I’ve got school. And I’m not sure “I slept over at my principal’s house last night” is as sweet of an excuse for being late to class as I want to think it is.

  I slip from the bed, when I suddenly remember one other little detail.

  Right, I have no clothes. Which means I need to actually leave like now to get back to the dorms and get dressed for class in my uniform. And somehow, I need to do this creeping back in wearing a trench coat and stilettos. Yeah, not suspicious or scandalizing at all.

  I groan as I walk to the door in my shorts and t-shirt Colton leant me, holding my coat, shoes, and purse. But when I open the door, I stop short. There, folded on the floor, is a pair of Winchester Academy girls running shorts, a Winchester hoodie, and even a pair of flip flops. Slowly, I smile.

  I head downstairs holding everything, my stomach growling at the scent of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen.

  “Morning.”

  Any thought I had at playing it cool goes right out the window the second he looks at me. And I blush hard, stammering as I smile awkwardly.

  “Um, morning,” I say quietly before I glance down at the clothes in my hand.

  Colton chuckles. “I figured walking back across campus in a trench coat and heels might look a little…” he arches his brows, and I groan.

  “Slutty?”

  He laughs. “I was going to say you looked like a spy, actually.”

  “Yeah, a hooker spy.”

  He grins. “Well, the campus store is open early.”

  A smile teases my lips. “You got all of this for me?”

  “I don’t think those shorts will fit me, but I could give it a shot.”

  I giggle, blushing as I look down, and then back at him.

  “Thank you, Colton,” I say quietly.

  “No problem. You want some breakfast?”

  My stomach gurgles, but when I glance at the clock, I make a face. “I need to get going so I can get ready before class.”

  He nods. “Fair enough. Coffee?”

  “Fuck yes.” My eyes go wide as I catch myself, but he just chuckles and passes me a mug.

  “Cream and sugar are on the counter there.”

  Don’t think about his cock. Don’t think about his cock. Don’t think about his cock.

  My face burns hot.

  And don’t think about him moaning your name when he CAME.

  I swallow thickly, blinking as I realize he’s looking at me funny, still holding the coffee.

  “Uh, thanks.”

  I take the mug and stir in one sugar before bringing it to my lips.

  “So, you’re not going back to that club.”

  I look up to see him looking at me with stern eyes. I shrug.

  “I don’t know what else to do. I mean, they say I owe that money my dad stole.”

  “Yeah, well, you’re still not going back there,” he growls.

  I look down into my coffee. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “We’re going to figure that out.”

  I shake my head. “And next semester? What am I going to do instead? Go get a job as a barista or something? I mean how much is tuition at Winchester again?”

  Colton’s face darkens.

  “A hundred thousand a year.”

  I bark out a bitter laugh as my face pales. “Fuck. Yeah, I’m not sure I’m going to pull that off working at fucking Starbucks.”

  His jaw tightens as he shakes his head. “I’ll talk to the school board. I know they can make exceptions for economic hardship.”

  I snort. “At Winchester?”

  Colton
smiles wryly. “It’s rare, but I’ll make them push it through. You’ve got great grades, and you’ve been doing fantastic on the swim team this year.”

  I nod, looking at him, and my thoughts, in spite of my best efforts, going right back to last night, and the image of him stroking his big dick as he growled my name.

  “Brynn?”

  I blink, blushing furiously as I focus on him again.

  “You okay?”

  “Hmm?” I swallow, my face hot as I quickly nod. “Oh, yeah, I’m just…” I trial off, looking for words.

  “It’s been a long twenty-four hours,” he growls, stepping around to my side of the kitchen island and smiling kindly at me.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, sighing. “For everything. I honestly don’t even know how to repay—”

  “You don’t,” he growls, shrugging.

  “But really, thank you.”

  “My pleasure, Brynn.”

  Baby girl, I think inside, remembering his words from last night.

  He clears his throat, looking away before he suddenly swears.

  “Fuck it,” he growls.

  “Colton?”

  “You can stay here, you know.”

  I blink. “What?”

  “I mean, look, the dorms are totally safe. There’s a security guard at the entrance, and we’ve got well trained security all over the grounds at night. But, if you don’t feel safe there, you can stay here,” he growls.

  Heat teases through me, and I shiver.

  “With you?”

  He nods.

  “I…” I blush. “I couldn’t.”

  “You can. Well,” he frowns. “I think we both know it wouldn’t exactly be good to spread that around, seeing as… well, for obvious reasons.”

  I grin. “Oh, the scandal.”

  But the second I say it, my dirty mind goes to all sorts of “scandalous” situations involving Colton and I, and my face burns hot.

  He clears his throat. “Think about it. The guest room is yours for as long as it takes to figure all of this out. And I mean that.”

  I bite my lip, our eyes locking. “I don’t know how to thank you, Principal Kane,” I whisper, wincing as I catch myself. “Colton.”