Sally
Who does he think he is, making me feel this way in public? Is he trying to embarrass me? And why the hell am I getting wet again? Hello, didn’t I just have the best experience of my life when I was with Colby’s-
“Come with me now, Sally,” he whispered, leaning closer.
Harry watched us while the others seemed less interested in the interaction between the step-siblings.
I let out a deep sigh and signed, “You don’t get to order me around, brother.” I paused, grinning smugly. “I’ll do what I want, so stop being a pain already.”
Colby’s jaw clenched as he glared at me with the iciest gaze I’d ever seen. Despite the chill running through me, I shook it off, mustering a defiant expression.
“Coach, I suppose we’re done here?” Colby suddenly asked, his eyes narrowing in my direction as he stood up straight.
The coach turned to him, surprise written on his face. “Well, not really. We still have plenty to eat and drink here. Why? Do you want to leave?”
I glared at Colby, who stared back unwaveringly. What was he up to? He better not try anything because I swear I’ll scream out loud.
“Yes, coach,” Colby replied, nodding. “Our parents set a curfew for tonight, and I wouldn’t want to disobey them. You know how strict my dad can be, right?”
Damn it! I knew he was up to no good. This insufferable brute.
“Yeah, of course,” Coach nodded, seemingly understanding. If only he knew these were pure lies from the abyss.
He continued after glancing at me. “You can leave. We’ll just have to enjoy the party without you.”
Harry held my hand, and I turned to him, my eyes slightly widened. “Does that mean you’re leaving me, Sally?”
“Yes! She’s leaving… Now!” Colby snapped, yanking me away from Harry, breaking their hold on each other. When did he even get here?
I turned to Colby, giving him the hardest glare I could muster. My expression asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
He smirked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Let’s go, little sister.”
I tried to wriggle my hand out of his grip, but he shook his head. “You really don’t want to do that. Don’t tell me you’re trying to go against our parents’ rules?”
This bastard! Mom and Dad aren’t even home. Even Yvonne isn’t home because I overheard a friend reminding her about the sleepover they had planned for tonight.
Colby didn’t give me any chance to respond. Instead, he tightened his grip on my arm, causing pain as he pulled me away from the bar. When we stepped outside, he loosened his hold, and I managed to yank my hand away.
He wasn’t even facing me, so I tapped him, but he didn’t respond. Asshole! I slapped his shoulder, still receiving no reaction. Was he seriously playing with me right now? He had to be kidding! The moment I took a step to move in front of him, I heard his husky voice say, “It’s better if you don’t say anything, Sally, and quietly follow me.”
I bit my bottom lip, feeling my chest heave with anger. When he finally flagged down a taxi, he opened the door for me and then turned, facing me as I stood at the curb with my arms crossed, still glaring at him.
“At this point, your gaze is enough to murder me in cold blood, tear my body to pieces, and dry out my blood,” he remarked.
I really wished it would, but all I could do was flip him the middle finger.
Colby simply smirked, nodding his head. “Yeah, sure. Don’t worry, you can do that as soon as we get home, so just get in the car, Sally.”
I defied him, still standing with my cold gaze unwavering.
“Really, Sally, you don’t want to test me. I’m already having a difficult night because of you.”
“You dragged me out without my permission, and now you expect me to get in the car? Don’t waste your time or the driver’s. Just ask him to leave.”
“Sally!” he growled.
I looked away, gritting my teeth. I didn’t care if I was giving him attitude, especially if he didn’t like it.
“Are you coming, young man?” the driver asked, his gruff and irritated voice revealing his annoyance.
“Hold on,” Colby said. Before I could react, he smoothly scooped me up and placed me inside the car, where I sat down, my eyes wide with surprise. As I turned to face him, he shot me a glare, closed the door, and went to the other side to sit down.
I shifted away, ensuring that our bodies wouldn’t touch even slightly. I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my face. Why was he staring at me? I was about to turn toward him when his strong, veiny hand grabbed my exposed thigh and squeezed it.
Maybe wearing a mini skirt was a bad idea after all. I tried to push his hand away, but it remained steadfast. Damn! How could he be this strong? I guess I had his athletic lifestyle to blame.
“Stop this,” I signed.
Instead, he moved closer and leaned his lips near my ear, whispering, “Promise me you’ll hold your moans. Remember, we’re in a taxi.”
What? What did he mean by that?
Suddenly, he bit the tip of my ear, causing me to shudder as my shoulders tensed and my eyes briefly closed.
I felt his hand slowly moving between my thighs, slipping under my skirt. I quickly closed them, trapping his large, strong hand between my small thighs.
But I had underestimated him. Despite the limited space, he managed to move his hand, and soon I felt him over my panties, stroking me tenderly.
He was so skilled that I was already getting wet, staining my fabric. “Why did you have to wear such tight panties?” he whispered, but I merely glared in response.
Colby didn’t stop; he continued rubbing and stroking, nearly making me moan out loud. I thinned my lips, trying to muffle any sounds as I turned to face the window, desperate to distract myself from what was happening. But, damn it, I still couldn’t ignore the sensations he was stirring within me.