Tough Shit (Rejects Paradise 1)

A grin pulls at my lips and I raise my chin, showing him who holds the power here. “You can and you will,” I tell him before reaching down between us and curling my hand around his hard cock.

My hand pumps up and down and the low groan in the back of his throat is enough to set me on fire. I’ve been craving this exact moment since the second I first walked through the doors of the Carrington mansion and laid my eyes on him and finally it’s here and I know it’s going to be so much more than I ever imagined it could be.

His hand trails down my body and just as his warm finger presses against my aching clit, a sharp knock sounds at his bedroom door just moment’s before it’s thrown open and Harrison comes rushing in, not waiting for an invitation or respecting any of the sacred rules he put in place, and that could only mean one thing—something is wrong.

“For fuck’s sake,” Colton mutters under his breath. “I can’t catch a fucking break.”

“Mr, Carrington,” Harrison says wide-eyed, completely ignoring the fact that we’re just seconds from having the fuck of a lifetime. His voice shakes and the terror coming off him in waves has me forgetting everything that’s just happened in this room. Something isn’t just wrong, it’s really wrong. “You must come with me immediately.”

Chapter 32

Harrison instantly steps out of the room, leaving the door wide open and turning his back as he waits for us to dress.

I scramble off Colton’s lap and as our eyes meet, I see the wall starting to slam back down. His hand whips out and a second later, the shirt he’d just peeled off my body slams into my chest. I hastily pull it over my head as he grabs his discarded towel and covers his junk.

Colton crosses his room in the blink of an eye, he’s in a pair of sweatpants with a loose tank that I’ve seen him wearing in his home gym.

He walks to the door and looks back at me, silently telling me to hurry the fuck up.

I hurry after him and he holds the door for me as I pass. I stop and turn to Harrison, waiting to see what the hell is going on. “Miss Munroe, please return to the pool house and remain there until the police have taken your statement.”

“Police?” I grunt, looking up at Colton who looks just as confused. His eyes meet mine and for a second I wonder if this has something to do with last night but Colton hardly seems like the type to call the cops and press charges. He’d prefer to take matters into his own hands which is exactly what he did. The last thing he wants is cops coming to sniff around and find out that he beat the ever-loving shit out of him and it’s not like Nic would have called …

Shit. Nic.

What’s he done? If anything, he found Jude and took care of the issue, and now someone has found the body.

Fuck. FUCK. Nic can’t be that stupid. He’s always so careful with this shit but this time his emotions are riding high. He could have fucked up.

Shit. This can’t be happening.

“Miss Munroe,” Harrison snaps, irritated. “Get moving please.”

“No. She stays with me,” Colton steps in.

“Mr. Carrington, I must advise against that,” Harrison says. “This is a family matter of extreme importance. Oceania should be sent back to the pool house to await the police’s arrival.”

“I’ve spoken,” Colton snaps. “She stays with me. Now, what is going on, and why the hell are the police involved? I should have been notified. You know the procedure for when dad is out of town. Everything goes through me.”

Harrison shoots a nasty glare my way before looking back at Colton and nodding. “Sir, of course, I understand the procedures, however, this is a timely circumstance and it prudent that we act fast.”

Colton gets frustrated with Harrison dancing around the topic and narrows his glare. “What’s going on, Harrison?”

“Sir, I think you should see for yourself.”

Realizing that he’s not going to get the answers he needs, Colton nods and allows Harrison to lead the way. Colton takes my hand and pulls me along, keeping up with Harrison’s fast, long strides. “It’s cool,” I murmur as Harrison practically flies down the stairs. “I can go back to the pool house and wait.”

“You’re staying with me,” he snaps in a tone that suggests an ass-whooping if I was to argue the point. “If this has something to do with Jude and the police have been called, then I can guarantee that you’re not safe. They’re going to take one look at you and assume that the poor girl from Breakers Flats is in the wrong. You’ll be carted away in handcuffs without even a chance to fight your case. You’re staying right by my fucking side.”