If You Dare (Dare 3)

My eyes go to Cole who stands next to Austin with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, staring at me and Deke. I smile sweetly at him, but he doesn’t return it because he knows something is up. That’s Cole Reynolds for you. Always fucking watching. Always aware of what is going on around him. He has to be three steps ahead of everyone and ready to pounce if need be.

Everyone else is oblivious to Deke’s unease and my smug smile. All in their own little world talking about pointless shit.

“Aww, man. I’m out.” Austin pouts, crumpling her empty bag of gummies.

“I’ll get you some more.” I take the opportunity to walk away and make my way over to the somewhat long line while everyone decides if we’re going to stay at this pathetic freak show or call it a night. This place just doesn’t do it for me. I like to be scared. I like the thrill—heart racing, paralyzing fear—and this place doesn’t give me that. Throw spiders on me or chase me down with a knife. Hell, lock me in a tomb and make me think I was buried alive. If I wanted to watch a woman being drowned in a bathtub, I would stay home and watch a Lifetime movie about a jealous boyfriend.

I just pull my cell out of my back pocket to check the time when I’m spun around. Deke stands there, glaring down at me. His blue eyes shimmering with rage. Guess the shock has worn off.

“What the fuck was that?” he demands.

“That was an orgasm,” I answer. “Thanks, by the way.” My legs are still wobbly. I had to take a minute for myself after I came. I ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself up the best I could, but my underwear is still soaked.

He shoves his hands through his dark hair aggressively, making it look sexier than it already did. The muscles in his arms stretch his white shirt to the point I think the seams may burst. His arms fall to his sides, and he takes in a deep breath. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop me?” he growls.

That is the million-dollar question. I could have. But why would I? I can’t stand either one of them. I wanted him to think he was getting a piece of his ex. And hell, he got me off. I’m not going to lie, that was a surprise. Who knew Deke wouldn’t have any problems in that area? I always saw him as just one of the other self-absorbed GWS who only cared about what he got out of it. “I tried to tell you who I was.”

“Bullshit,” he snaps, and the girl behind us narrows her eyes on him. “You took my gum … then stuck it in your boyfriend’s mouth.” His dark blue eyes widen. “Fuck, your boyfriend …” he trails off.

“Eww,” the girl says in disgust.

I smile. “And?”

“And … and … and fuck, Demi! I thought you were your sister!” His pretty blue eyes look pained as they stare down at me at a total loss.

“Gross,” the girl adds.

I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing but fail. My body shakes with it. I’ve never seen Deke Biggs so furious and confused at the same time. It’s a good look on him. “You dumped her,” I remind him.

“Yes, but …”

“If I remember correctly, back in Collins, you told her unless she planned on falling to her knees and opening that mouth of hers so you could fuck it, you had no use for her.”

He opens his mouth, but the girl behind us gasps. “You’re such a pig.”

“Then get the fuck away from me,” he snaps at her, then turns back to me. She huffs but doesn’t leave the line. “You were listening to us?” he demands.

I shrug. “Thin walls.” Lie. Of course, I was. My sister was finally getting what she deserved. She’s a manipulative bitch who spreads her legs for anyone with a dick. She’s a male version of them. The GWS. Well, Cole has seemed to change. And the huge rock on Austin’s finger proves that.

“I can’t believe this,” he growls, running a hand down his face.

Placing my hand on his chest, I feel his entire body stiffen. I’m pretty sure he quits breathing as he towers over me. I step into him, pushing my hips into his on purpose to see if he’s still hard. He’s not, and a part of me is disappointed at that. “You liked it,” I tell him, and he says nothing. “You were hard,” I add.

“Demi …” He growls my name in warning, and his chest rises slowly as if he’s finally taking a deep breath.

“And …” I lean in, standing up on my tiptoes, and I press my lips to his ear. The smell of his cologne makes my pussy tighten. Deke may be a fucking ruthless dick, but he sure is mouthwateringly delicious. “You would have fucked me if I had told you to.”