Barely by Madison Faye

“Whoa, whoa!”

I growl, catching her in my arms as she comes exploding through the backdoor I’ve just opened at her knock. She hugs me fiercely, and when the sobbing comes against my chest, I growl as I hug her fiercely and protectively.

“Tell me, baby girl,” I growl gently, holding her tight.

“My dad!” she sobs, crying into my chest. “He’s… he’s a monster.”

My scowl deepens as I hold her tight and carry her back through the house. I brush past the dinner I’ve been making us, through the house, up the staircase, and right down the hallway to my bedroom. I pull back the covers and slip her under them, pulling the bankers up tight around her and holding her close as she shakes and sobs. And I just hold her like that, neither of us saying a word until finally, her crying slows.

“Colton,” she whispers hoarsely.

“What happened, Brynn?”

And then, she tells me.

Holy fuck does she tell me. She tells me about Olivia, and of all the hidden shit in her dad’s business operations. The chemical leaks, the sex trafficking, the blood money, the sick kids, all of it. My bile rises and my jaw clenches, and I just hold her to me as she lets it all out in a rush. And when she’s done, I just keep on holding her tight until her breathing comes back to normal.

I lean down, kissing the top of her head before I start to slide out of bed.

“I’ll be right back, beautiful. Okay?”

She nods, her face white like she’s in shock. I kiss her forehead and then head downstairs, putting on some water for tea and then making a call to a number I haven’t called in forever to a voice I haven’t heard in close to ten years. I speak for about ten minutes, telling him everything, and then thanking him before I hang up. I get the tea and bring it up to her, sliding into bed next to her as she whispers a thanks and brings it to her lips.

“We’re going to figure this out, Brynn,” I say quietly, leaning in to kiss her head again. “And I just spoke to someone who might be able to help.”

She freezes, her eyes darting up to mine. “Who?”

“A lawyer friend of mine.”

She frowns. “Colton, I don’t know who I can trust—”

“You can trust him,” I growl quietly. “I do. With my life. Literally.”

She looks at me curiously, and I slide an arm around her. “Baby, I have to tell you something.”

“Anything,” she whispers, nodding slowly.

“Before teaching, and before I was a principal, I had another life.”

She smiles quietly. “I didn’t think most high school principals knew how to fight like you fought those guys in the club.”

I shake my head grimly. “I was in the service, Brynn. Special Forces.”

Her eyes go wide, and I close mine as I pull her tight.

“It was my whole life—or at least I thought it was, until I got tired of the death, and the bloodshed. I got tired of…” I’m about to say “killing,” but I hold back on that for now.

“I got tired of being a weapon,” I say softly. “There’s enough destruction in the world, and when I knew I was done, I decided I was going to build and make things better, not help tear the world apart.”

“So, you went into teaching?”

I nod, smiling thinly. “It was that or heading off into the country to be a farmer.”

She giggles. “I think I might like you in denim overalls and a straw hat.”

I chuckle. “Well, it appears I like dress shirts and slacks better.”

“Me too,” she smiles, her hand sliding over my chest and gripping my button up.

“Sam was in my squad back then. Now he’s a lawyer, and a good one.”

Brynn shakes her head. “My dad should be in jail,” she says quietly. “Tomorrow, I’m going to the police.”

I nod grimly. “Sam can help facilitate that.”

“He’s really that good? I mean my dad’s legal team is—”

“Sam’s a head prosecutor with the Southern District of New York.”

Her brow shoots up. “Holy shit. And he’s really going to help?”

“He’s going to go over options about legally shielding you from your dad, so you don’t get pulled into any of this shit. You’ll be totally separated from him.”

“Him and my trust fund,” she mumbles.

“I’ve got money, baby.”

Brynn smiles, looking up at me. “Not what I meant. I just meant leaving my dad is going be… well, a change in lifestyle.” She frowns. “But I think I just read that the lifestyle I know was paid for in blood money.” Her face darkens as she shakes her head. “And I don’t want any part of that.”

She turns, looking up at me as she leans in and kisses me slowly and softly. It’s not heated or erotic or anything this time, it’s just this deep, emotionally connecting kiss. She pulls back, blushing a little as she bites her lip.

“I wasn’t looking for you, you know.”

I smile. “I wasn’t looking for you, beautiful. And this goes against everything I am as a principal and an educator.”

“So why—”

“Because I can’t stop with you,” I growl fiercely, making her gasp as I pull her close. “Because I don’t ever want to stop with you.”

Our lips come together again, but this time, the fire catches. She moans softly, pulling me into her as she sinks down onto the bed, and when I move on top of her, she gasps as one leg slides around my waist. And suddenly, we’re moving like liquid together.

She’s still wearing her school uniform, and I start to peel it off piece-by-piece. Her blouse falls open, and she shrugs it off her shoulders, kissing me hungrily as her hands feverishly open my shirt. I toss mine away as she does the same to hers, her bra soon following before we sink back other. The plaid skirt unzips and falls away, and soon enough, I’m kicking my slacks and boxers away too. She moans as my fat cock pulses against her little white panties, and when she pulls them to the side, we both groan as my thickness drags over her slippery lips.

Neither of us need or want foreplay, we’re both just so fucking eager to be where we belong, with me inside of her. My swollen head easily pushes though her slick, hungry lips, and when I slide inside, she moans as her legs wrap around me. I plunge in, and Brynn cries out in pleasure, her nails raking down my back as I bury every inch of my cock inside of her tight little cunt.

I slide out and back in, moving slow but deliberately as we start to rock together, only coming apart once so she can slip her panties down her legs and kick them free. And when I plunge back inside, I know there’s no stopping until we both explode. I kiss her fiercely and possessively, kissing her with every part of me as we rock together. Her moans tease through my ears, driving me wild and urging me on.

“Faster,” she moans. “Harder.”

And who am I to deny this goddess what she wants?

I thrust deep into her, grunting as my muscles bunch and her tight little pink pussy stretches around my big cock. I can feel her knee-high socks tease my sides—this last little vestige of her uniform and a filthy reminder that I’m balls deep in an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. I plunge deep, the slick, wet sounds of us coming together mixing with my groans and her whimpers of pleasure, until I swear, I could come just from the sounds alone.

Her ankles tighten around my waist, and when she reaches down to cup my heavy, cum-filled balls, I roar as my eyes roll back in my head.

“Will you come in me, Colton?” she whimpers, panting as her pussy ripples up and down the length of me.

“You want my cum, baby girl?” I growl into her lips, plunging deep as she squeals in pleasure. I grip her ass tight, grinding into her as her nipples drag over my chest and her tight little body begins to tense and ripple under me.

“You want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my sticky cum until it drips down your thighs?”

She moans wildly, nodding eagerly as she throws her head back, clinging to my neck.

“You want me to make a fucking mess of this naughty little cunt? Spray it full of my seed, pull out, and cover it with my cum?”

She screams in pleasure, her back arching as her walls clamp down tight on me.

“Colton!” She moans, panting as she rocks hard against my deep thrusts. “Colton, I—you’re gonna make me…”

“Come,” I snarl into her lips savagely as I rut into her, plunging my cock deep inside of her as her nails drag over my balls and her clit grinds against my shaft. “Come for me, beautiful.”

I sink my cock to the hilt in her tight little pussy, and suddenly, we’re both exploding together. I roar, crushing my lips to hers as my balls draw up and the cum spurts from my swollen head deep inside of her. Brynn moans, her climax shattering through her as her pussy squeezes me so tight, milking more and more cum from me as she falls over the edge.

I grunt, pulling out of her and grabbing my cock. I stroke, gasping as hot spurts of my pearly white cum land in thick ropes across her tummy, and her pussy, dripping down her thights until I push my head against her clit and rub. I growl, more come spurting over her clit as I tease her right into another orgasm, before the two of us literally just collapse into the sheets.

On my back with this angel curled up against me, one leg over my waist and one arm across my chest, I know one thing: she’s mine.

She’s mine, and no matter what’s coming our way, I’m going to protect her with everything I have and everything I am, damn the consequences.

I’m going to be held to that a lot sooner than I think…