Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“God, I wish this was wrapped around my cock right now,” Dare says, pushing a finger inside me. The heel of his hand presses against my clit, and I gasp as he adds a second finger, tangling a fist in his T-shirt. “Are you going to come on my hand?”
I nod repeatedly, unable to find words.
“Come for me.”
I’m holding my breath, waiting for my orgasm to wash over me when his teeth dig into my neck, biting hard before sucking away the sting. That’s all it takes for me to contract around his fingers, over and over. It’s never-ending, completely uncontrollable. Dare continues to lick and nip at my neck, shoulder, and jaw as I come down, still pulsing and completely boneless.
“Holy shit,” I breathe when I can finally form words. Slowly, Dare pulls his fingers from me, then rubs me over my leggings—I assume to clean them off—but my hips shift forward, seeking more friction.
“You’re fucking killing me, Lo.”
I lazily turn my head to look at him when I realize we’re parked on Henry’s street. It takes a minute for my brain to catch up to the fact that I never ended up telling him where he lived.
“How did you know where to go?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Your employee file,” he says, without an ounce of shame. I want to ask him why he didn’t just say that in the first place, but I decide I don’t care enough to press.
Dare cuts the engine and hops out before coming over to open my door. I right my damp pants and tighten my ponytail that has become a tangled mess. Dare helps me down, and when my feet hit the pavement, my still-weak knees almost buckle, but I recover before he notices.
It’s so quiet and dark here. The complete opposite of where I’m from. This place doesn’t even have streetlights. The upside is you can actually see the stars out here. The downside is I can’t sleep with all this…silence. Ironic, right?
We walk toward the dark-brown battered cabin with the rotted, wooden steps. Henry’s truck isn’t out front, so he must be staying in the room above his shop. I open the front door as quietly as I can. Jess is sprawled out on the couch, dead to the world. I expect Dare to follow, hoping to finish what we started, but he hesitates in the doorway.
“Coming?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe, my double meaning clear. Dare runs a hand over his mouth, indecision warring on his face.
“Fuck it.” He moves past me, and I close the door behind him.
I put a finger to my lips and whisper, “Shh,” before taking his hand and wordlessly leading him to my temporary room. I should probably be embarrassed by my setup. Most girls would. But I’ve never cared much about material things.
I expect Dare to cringe or at the very least look uncomfortable when he sees where I’m staying, but when I flip on the lamp, he doesn’t even bat an eye. Eric wouldn’t have even made it this far. He would’ve taken one look at Henry’s house and turned up his nose, insisting we get a hotel room.
But I don’t want to think about Eric. I want more of the feeling Dare gave me in his truck, and earlier at Bad Intentions. When he’s making me feel good, I’m not thinking about Eric or Jess’ school, my mom…none of it.
Going for bold, I peel down my leggings, kicking them off along with my shoes. My shirt is next, as I push the buttons through each slit. Dare watches me intently. I lift the bralette over my head, feeling my nipples harden in the cold air. Dare’s nostrils flare, and he prowls toward me, curving a hand around my waist.
His thumb comes up to trace the sore spot on my neck as his fingers curl behind my head, his eyes lighting up in a way that tells me he likes that he put his stamp on me. And I like that he likes it.
“What are you doing, Lo?” Dare asks. “I thought this couldn’t happen again, but here you are, naked, fucking taunting me. And here I am, about to break your little rule again.”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I just know that I want you to touch me.”
“I have a theory,” Dare says, rubbing a thumb over my bottom lip.
“What’s that?” I ask, pushing on his chest, making him walk backwards. Once he gets to my bed, I press down on his shoulders until he’s sitting, then straddle his lap.
“I think I just need to get you out of my system.” His voice is ragged as his eyes move all over my body and his hands come to rest on my waist.
“You think so?” I ask, tugging the bottom of his shirt up, exposing the colorfully inked skin underneath. He lifts his arms, letting me pull it off him.