Triple Dare (Sterling Shore 7)

“I’ll stay here. Have someone send my car in the morning.”

Maverick pokes his head out, smirking like the devil.

“You sure it’s a good idea to stay?”

Ruby starts fucking with my neck again, and I slide one hand down to her ass to hold her better—yeah, that’s why.

“She doesn’t eat at parties, since she doesn’t know what’s in the food, so she’ll probably get sick after drinking so much and eating nothing.”

Maverick winks at me before getting back in the car and saying something to Bella that gets him slapped. I just jog up to the house, ready for this night to be over so I can take a cold shower after I get Ruby into bed.

My damn cock jumps, thinking about getting Ruby into bed the wrong way.

“Fuck you,” I mumble to the stupid appendage that has never worked in my favor when it came to Ruby.

Ruby’s lips brush mine, and I feel her smile as I get her door pushed open, but I hesitate to walk in.

“You read my mind,” she says.

It takes me a second to realize she’s responding to my “fuck you” comment, and I almost whimper like a little bitch when I do catch on.

“You told me not to even kiss you. You’re already going to be pissed at me. I’m sure as hell not fucking you for the first time while you’re drunk,” I grumble, hating this fresh hell.

She’s never been quite this touchy before—even when she was this wasted.

“I’ll be more pissed if you turn me down again,” she whispers, nipping my ear with her teeth before moving her lips back to mine.

Fuckity fuck.

I’d love to tell her the truth, but it’d just piss her off more than the lies. It would probably end our friendship. We barely survived the epic fuck-up that shall not be named. I sure as hell don’t want to reopen all those wounds and ruin what we have left.

I also don’t want to fuck her drunk. Well, at least not until I’ve fucked her sober and know she actually wants me.

Christ, I’m arguing with myself.

Groaning as I stumble blindly into her dark house and kick the door shut, I return to kissing her, because… I’m a bastard like that, I guess. I’ve waited years to kiss her again, so I’ll take what I can get how I can get it.

Something smashes to the ground when my hip hits a table, and I wince but don’t bother breaking the kiss. Fuck, she tastes good, even though I could almost get drunk off her breath. Ruby plus alcohol tastes like a mind-fuck cocktail.

“You’re actually hard,” she says around a giggle, moving her hand down the front of my pants and squeezing me.

It’s almost enough to unman me.

A tormented groan escapes me as she feels me through the fabric, moving her hand up and into the top of my pants. Just as the skin of her hand makes contact with the skin on my waist, my fucking conscience slaps me with a vengeance. It’s almost painful to drop her ass to the bed just to get her away from me.

“We can’t do this, Ruby. Not while you’re drunk.”

She’s cute when she glares at me like she wants me dead, which is exactly what she’s doing right now. Unfortunately, my cock is throbbing painfully, and if it could talk, it’d be cursing me. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I meet her angry little glower.

She puts both hands on the sides of her temples and starts straining, confusing the ever loving hell out of me.

“Ruby? What are you doing?”

“Unlocking my mind.”

The… hell?

“If it works, I’ll be able to get into your head. Or blow it up. Both would be fine with me.”

I’m torn between laughing and feeling confused, but I just get off the bed instead of questioning her more.

“Let me help you change for bed,” I say on a sigh.

“I’ve got it,” she growls when I reach for the hem of her dress.

She jerks upright, struggling to find her zipper. Then… she falls back. She’s asleep before she even hits the pillow.

My eyes drop to my lap when I sit back down on the bed. When I hear the first cute snore leave her, I let my head fall back so I can stare at the ceiling.

Reaching over, I pull her out a T-shirt from her night stand, and I work her dress over her head. She never even attempts to wake back up.

Like a pervert, I let my eyes roam over her almost-bare body, taking in the lacy bra and panties that have me biting my knuckle. My name is tattooed right above her very low panty-line, claiming a part of her body for me that I’ve never had.

Yeah… Best. Triple Dare. Ever.

Leaning over, I kiss the tattoo, but Ruby still doesn’t budge. With a sigh, I put a T-shirt on her, and then I tug my shirt over my head and kick out of my pants before going to the couch.