4
Brynn
“C’mere, I’ve got you.”
I know I should be freaking out about this. And, okay, I am. But I’m freaking out about the fact that a mob boss just almost assaulted me, and the fact that my high school Principal just saw me stripping, giving him a freaking lap dance.
What I’m not freaking out about is this—the fact that he’s cradling me in his arms, in his house, wrapping me in a blanket as he stands. No, I’m not freaking out at all. In fact, the feeling of warmth, and protection, and safety is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long, long time. But then, there’s another part to all of this. It’s the part that had me step into that room back at the club instead of asking another girl to cover. It’s the reason being in Principal Kane’s arms isn’t making me freak out. It’s the reason it’s making me warm.
Because Principal Kane—Colton Kane—isn’t what you might picture when you think of high school principal. Principals are supposed to be staunch, stuffy. Maybe a little shabby looking. Maybe smelling like stale coffee. But Principal Kane is none of those things. To start with, he’s freaking gorgeous, and I do mean jaw-droppingly, heart-stoppingly, fashion-model gorgeous. Strong, chiseled jaw covered with a scruff of five o’clock shadow, haunting bright blue eyes, dark hair, tall, broad shoulders, and muscled arms and chest. He’s the kind of hot that makes your knees weak and your pulse beat a little faster.
Needless to say, I’ve been daydreaming and fantasizing about Principal Kane for far longer than I’ll say out loud.
And right now, I’m in those big, strong, muscled arms. I’m curled up against that broad, strong chest, and I can tell you, there’s nothing staunch, stuffy or shabby about him. And he smells wonderful. Like man. Like his cologne or aftershave or whatever that is he’s wearing was scientifically designed to make me go weak in his arms.
Oh, right, and an hour ago, I was grinding on his lap, my pulse racing and my eyes wild behind my mask, knowing it was Colton Kane I was grinding on. Knowing it was his bulge I felt throbbing between my legs. His very large, very thick, very making-me-wetter-than-I-should-be bulge.
I shiver at the memory, swallowing and feeling my face go red as he strides through his huge old Tudor-style home. The Principal’s residence is actually on Winchester’s campus, and it matches the older brick and ivy aesthetic of the rest of the school. But I’ve never been inside here, and my eyes go wide as he effortlessly carries me through the gorgeous mansion. We climb a flight of stairs to the second floor, and my pulse beats quicker as he steps into a huge and modern looking marble, white tile, and chrome bathroom.
“Do you want to get cleaned up?”
I nod, not able to or still not trusting myself to say words as he gently sets me down and pulls the blanket tighter around me. He opens the big glass and iron shower and reaches in to turn the water on. I watch as he takes a big fluffy white towel down from a shelf and hangs it on a hook by the door.
“Sit tight.”
I just nod as he ducks out of the bathroom, coming back a minute later with some neatly folded clothes which he sets down on the vanity.
“These are going to be enormous on you, but…” he clears his throat before he unfolds a fuzzy pink, definitely girl-styled robe with red hearts and a princess from a Disney movie on the back of it.
He shrugs. “I, uh, I bought it the other day for my cousin’s daughter’s birthday. She’s obviously younger than you, but I think it might fit.” He smiles. “Well, better than my clothes.”
I smile a small, tight smile, blushing. “Thank you, Principal Kane,” I say softly. “For… I mean… for all of it.”
He just nods, his eyes locking with mine and making my breath catch.
“How about we keep ‘Principal Kane’ for school and you can just call me Colton.”
I smile, heat teasing through my cheeks. “Colton. Thank you.”
“Of course. Take all the time you need. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done. And then we can figure this shit—” he clears his throat. “We’ll figure this out.”
I nod, and when he steps out and closes the door, I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I let it out in a rush, shivering and feeling a heat creep through me. I turn, looking at myself in the mirror and cringing at the smudged eyeshadow and smeared makeup.
Wow, great. I get rescued by the super-hot, super growly older guy I’ve been crushing on for forever, and I look like a hot mess. Perfect.
I drop the blanket and blush at the sight of the lingerie. I quickly peel it off, and when I open the door to the shower, hot steam billows out and over me. The water is hot enough to make me gasp and then melt under it, closing my eyes and letting the heat sink into my skin and muscles, erasing the night I just had.
I reach for the body wash, which slips out of my hands to the shower floor. I swear, and I bend down for it, when suddenly, that feeling of faintness from before washes over me. I gasp, black spots dotting my vision, and before I know it, I’m flailing as the ground comes up to whack me in the head.
I groan, blinking as stars flash through my vision. The door to the bathroom slams open, and I gasp as Colton comes rushing in.
“Brynn!”
I curl up, wrapping my arms around myself as he swings the shower door open. His eyes slide over me, and something wild burns in them as he takes one half second to drink me in before he tears his eyes away. He grabs the towel from the hook and covers me with it, stepping under the spray of water himself to pick me up and wrap me tighter in the towel.
“I—I don’t know what happened,” I murmur, frowning and rubbing the bump on the back of my head. “I think I just lost my balance.”
“You’ve had a wild night,” he says gently. “Could be shock or adrenaline.”