The Stepbully She Craves

Chapter21

Cole

"Jesus," I curse, as she pushes me off her again and turns to me with a face full of fury.

"What the hell is wrong with you " she spits out, eyes blazing. She tries to

push me down onto my back, but I grab her and pull her on top of me and she

screams. Her arm swings over the bedside table, knocking a pile of books and her sunrise alarm clock to the floor with a crash.

We freeze automatically, and sure enough, a moment later there's a rap at the door.

"Hailey " comes Greta's voice.

Hailey glares at me and I raise my eyebrows. I don't dare say a thing.

"Sorry, Mom," she calls out in a remarkably calm tone of voice. "I just got mad at my book."

There's a pause, then: "Oh, okay, honey. Just checking."

"Thanks, Mom." She turns to me with a furious scowl, and I have to cover my mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Fucking idiot," she mutters at me, and I snort. She pushes me down on the bed and straddles me, looking like she's trying really hard not to smile, and then her

face cracks and she erupts into giggles. We both start laughing, our chests shaking as we try not to make any noise.

All the rage and fury I felt earlier ebbs away. Our laughter subsides until we're just smiling at each other, and for once I let myself just be with Hailey-without

taunting or provoking her, without trying to infuriate her, or make her do anything. We hold each other's gazes, something shifting between us, and then she positions herself over me, pressing her pussy down over the head of my cock teasingly.

"You're fucking beautiful, Hailey," I say, because she is. More beautiful than any girl I've ever known.

She smiles and lowers herself down on me slowly, rocking her pelvis as she

starts riding me, and I just look up at her, resting my hands lightly on her hips,

losing myself in the sensations she's creating in me. Her breath catches, her gaze

darkens, and when I feel her come, I grab her hips harder and start moving faster

until my shuddering relief comes too. She collapses over me, her soft hair falling

over my shoulders, and I breathe in the scent of her shampoo until we both drift off to sleep.

Hailey

I GIVE XANDER a long, tight hug, pouring everything into it that I wish I could give to Cole. I turn my face to the side and press it against his chest, and my eyes even well up.

My mom smiles sympathetically at me as I let go of Xander, and rubs my back. I nod at Cole and we hold eye contact for just a second too long.

The look he's giving me, it's brooding and fierce, and it makes me weak in the knees. The tears in my eyes are real, but they're not for Xander. They're for Cole.

I can't believe this is goodbye.

Cole's car is packed to the roof with both of their stuff, since they're at the

same school. Tomorrow, I'll be heading off to school as well, in the opposite

direction, starting my first year of university. Unlike Cole, I don't get to take my best friend with me, but Sasha and I will still see each other every week on our Zoom calls.

"Good luck at school, dummy," says Cole. His tone is light and teasing, but the way he's looking at me is dark and intense. He holds out a wrapped package.

I look down at it with surprise. A gift from Cole It's wrapped in birthday paper, even though it's nowhere close to my birthday, and I take the square

package from his hands and rip it open.

It's books-brand-new copies of the two paperback books he and Xander tore in half-and I give him a funny half-smile as I blink back tears.

"Thanks," I say. It's all I can say. But I can tell by the way he's looking at me that he knows how much it means to me.

"See you soon," Xander says to me with a wink, and I smile.

"Long distance is hard, but you two will work it out," says Barry

encouragingly, smiling at Xander and I. "Yeah," I reply. "We'll work it out."

The boys turn around and get in the car, and we wave to them as it pulls down the driveway. I'll visit them at their school, and Cole will come to mine. We'll

figure it out.

I've no doubt we can make it work. The only challenge will be telling our

parents one day, and our friends. But for now, I've just got to think about the next few weeks.

Suddenly I can't imagine spending that much time without Cole.

My mom puts her arm around me and kisses my forehead. "It was a nice

summer, sweetheart, wasn't it I'm so glad you and Cole are getting along again."

"Yeah, mom." I smile at her. "We really are."