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I Dare You (Dare 1)

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I smile because I’m gonna make her wait for it. I tilt her head back and run my lips along her jawline. And down her neck. She smells like heaven and sex all wrapped in one small package that I just wanna rip open.

A shiver runs through her body, and she moans, “Cole.”

“You asked for it, Austin. Remember that.” I nip at her neck, and her breath hitches. Her nails dig into my back, but only now, she’s pulling me toward her. Needing me closer. I agree.

I let go of her hair, grab her thighs, and lift her off the floor. Spinning us around, I set her ass on the kitchen island. I hear the faint sound of bottles being knocked over, but neither one of us pays attention to them. Both of my hands return to fisting her hair. I yank her head back as she lets out a whimper, and then my lips are on hers. She opens for me, and I dive in. My lips on hers aggressively. My tongue in her mouth with determination, and she tastes like cinnamon.

So fucking good!

I growl into her mouth, and she moans into mine. Her hips grind into me, and I know she can feel how hard I am for her. ’Cause she pulls her lips from mine and pants. “Fuck me, Cole.”

AUSTIN

My heart pounds in my chest, and I try to suck in a calming breath. I just asked him to fuck me.

I’m so dead. And so drunk.

But I want him. Why do I want him? He’s done nothing but try to get me arrested. Blackmailed me. Over and over yet I just asked him to fuck me.

Is it the danger? The way he touches me? The way he speaks to me? I wasn’t lying when I told him I’m not a virgin. But that doesn’t mean I have a lot of experience either.

He pulls away from me, causing my legs to fall from around his waist. His blue eyes look me up and down, and then he turns, giving me his back, and walks out of the packed kitchen. Denying me.

Shame washes over me at what I just did. He wants me dead. Not for sex.

“Whoa,” Becky says, fanning herself as she sidles up beside me. “That was intense.”

I jump off the island and grab the bottle of Fireball. I take a gulp and then shove kids out of way who stare at me like I’m some kind of joke. I push a couple making out in the hall and make my way toward the back door.

I need some fresh air.

I stumble my way out to a gazebo. The night air hits my face, and I take another drink.

I plop down and look over the large backyard. An Olympic-size swimming pool sits to my left, and I wonder why Cole and Lilly were over at my father’s house swimming today when he has his own. Looking at my right, I see tennis courts lit up and kids drinking from kegs.

“There you are,” Becky says, coming out the back door.

I blow the hair out of my face. I just wanna be alone.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” I lie.

She plops down beside me. “Wanna hit?” She offers me a joint.

“Thanks,” I say and put it to my lips. I take a long drag. The smoke fills my lungs, and I lean my head back, holding my breath. Then let it out. And hand it back to her.

“So you and Cole … I get it now.”

“I hate him,” I say without thought. My body doesn’t understand that.

She laughs and takes a long drag from the joint and passes it back to me. “You guys weren’t fooling anyone, honey.”

I take a drag. “What do you mean you guys?”

“Cole doesn’t kiss and tell. Well, he doesn’t kiss and show either.” I arch a brow. “He’s a manwhore, don’t get me wrong, but he is very discreet about who he takes to bed. I thought he was going to lay you down on the island and do you right then and there for all of us to watch.” She chuckles.

“Me too,” I say honestly.

“Not gonna lie. I wouldn’t have looked away.”

I throw my head back, laughing. “Well, you told me to take advantage of it while I can.” I take another hit of the joint. “I intended to do just that.”

“I didn’t mean right then.” She laughs. “But I’m sure everyone enjoyed the show.”

“That wasn’t a show. That was pathetic,” I say, and she chuckles. I take another hit.

“Hey, girls,” a man says as he enters the gazebo. He’s got blond spiky hair and a set of soft brown eyes. His black long-sleeve t-shirt and dark faded jeans show off his large, muscular size.

“Hey, Bryan,” Becky greets him.

He offers us a Solo cup. “I brought you girls a drink.”



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