I Dare You (Truth And Dare Duet 2)

Her eyes narrowed with rage, but she kept her face deceptively calm. Taking a deep breath, she took a seat on the couch, crossing her lithe legs. I followed her, standing close, so she had to nudge her chin high to stare up at me through her thick lashes. What a perfect position. This put her mouth right over my crotch.

Lila’s eyes lingered over my torso for a second longer, before her gaze collided with mine once again. “Do you speak with all the girls like this? Do your conquests appreciate this… this crassness?”

“What do you think?” I asked, low and quiet.

“I think you’re absolutely despicable.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been called that a few times.”

“Oh, when? After leaving a massive line of sobbing, heartbroken girls?”

I clucked my tongue at her, as she goaded me. My hand cupped her face, and I rubbed my thumb over her parted, wet lips, smudging her lipstick. “You know me so well.”

“This is why you never had a girlfriend! You obviously don’t know how to tone down your asshole-ness!” She hissed, exasperated.

“Keep talking, Garcia. It’s tempting me to throw you over my knee to show you exactly why they call me despicable.”

Lila blinked, her face paling in shock. “Did you just threaten to spank me…?”

“I promised to spank you and fuck you. Go ahead, keep being a mouthy little thing.” My hoarse voice seemed to drive her even more wild.

“Is this something you do with your other…fuck buddies, too?” she sneered.

Ah, so little Miss Lila was, in fact, territorial.

Jealousy didn’t only run through my veins, but it was very apparent in hers. I knew it, and I was goading her, waiting for her reaction.

When I only smirked, she was miffed.

“Asshole.”

My lips twitched. “Brat.”

Lila let out a shocked gasp, and I stifled a laugh. We’ve been best friends for four years; I knew exactly how to push all her buttons.

“Did you just call me a brat?” Yes, I did. Especially after that stunt she pulled at the bar. Daring me to dance with Blondie when she damn well knew she was the only woman I wanted in my arms.

“Would you rather I call you a bitch?”

Outraged, she jumped to her feet and leveled me with a glare that would have had anyone quaking in fear. Me? Angry Lila just made my dick hard.

I could think of sixty-nine ways to fuck the anger out of her system, until she was a pretty mess under me.

“Why are we doing this?” she growled, fire burning in her dark eyes. Fuck me, she was a tempting goddess. So tempting. So beautiful. Mine.

And I wanted to put her over my knees and tan her ass red for being so goddamn stubborn.

Her fists clenched at her sides. “You're one very annoying person, Coulter. Why am I still here?” she muttered the last sentence to herself, but it was loud enough for me to hear.

I grinned. “Because you like how my dick feels inside of you.”

A heartbeat passed before she exploded. She threw the cushion at my head and narrowly missed.

I tsked, darkly. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Stalking forward, I hunted her down, as she tried to escape me. But she was too slow, and a predator never loses sight of his prey.

I caught her easily and threw her on the bed. Lila bounced on the mattress with a shocked gasp, and I pounced.

She made a sound at the back of her throat, something akin to irritation, but it lacked fire. And she didn’t push me away.

In fact, her fingers curled around my shoulders, as I pushed her thighs apart and lowered my head between them. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, and I snapped the strings of her panties, throwing the lace G-string over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Lila breathed.

Her wide, brown eyes were hazy and laced with wanton need.

“Speaking French between your legs,” I rumbled, my chest vibrating with the low growl. “Your pussy and I are about to get reacquainted on a… more personal level.”

I woke up in Maddox’s arm, my body sore and my brain… fuzzy. Warmth spread through my body, all the way to my toes, and against my will, there was a stupid smile plastered on my face.

Warm and safe.

Happy and…

Loved?

No. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, a sudden hard dive that had me snapping out of my daydream. It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. At least not from Maddox.

“Good morning.” I had been so lost in my own thoughts, overthinking once again. But his voice, a deep timbre, brought me back to him.

The same low rasp as he spoke his final words to me last night, before falling asleep… after some vigorous… fucking.

Or… love-making, I guessed. I couldn’t quite decide what it was we did last night. Maddox had been rough, taking me long and hard… then he had been gentle, taking his sweet time. Touching me with utmost care, like I was something fragile – breakable. He confused me.