The Dare (North Woods University 2)

“I-I snuck into the house…” I take a deep breath, almost falling asleep during my pause, but for some reason, I still manage to get the rest of the words out. “I went into my parents’ bedroom…”

“And?” he questions, his voice a low hum, his fingers playing with a couple strands of my hair. It’s all too much, his gentle caress, body being so near, all the exhaustion, and my mind starts to shut down mid-sentence.

“I saw them…” The words come out as a whisper, so softly I’m surprised that even I hear them.

“Saw who? Who did you see, Ava?” Vance’s panicked voice bleeds in my subconscious but I’m too far gone to answer him, sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness, deeper and deeper into his arms.

Chapter Twelve

Vance

The sun starts to peek up over the horizon, little glimpses of it filtering through the window blinds in Ava’s room. I shouldn’t have stayed last night, hell, I should get up and leave right now. But I can’t. My body physically will not move. It’s like I’m in a trance, weakened beyond measure by her presence.

After what she said to me before she fell asleep, there was no way I was going to get a wink of sleep. My mind was running a mile a minute, trying to figure out who and what she saw. I even tried to wake her up, but she was too exhausted and too drunk to open her eyes, and batted my hands away in protest. Which leads me to where I am right now.

Staring at her like a peeping tom.

Watching her sleep all night, her pink lips parted, her mousy brown hair splayed across the pillow and my chest while the tiny strands tickled me, it was worth staying for. Never had I watched another person sleep, let alone a woman. I realize then that Ava could be my first and my last. No. She can’t.

I let my gaze fall over her bare thighs, my shirt riding up. Fuck, she looks good in my shirt. She’d probably look good with my cock in her too. I lick my lips envisioning it, fuck yeah, she would. My cock hardens to steel instantly, and I try and think about anything other than Ava’s perfectly sized tits, creamy white thighs, or pink lips.

Old saggy tits. Clark’s asshole.

Ahh, fuck what’s the point. It doesn’t matter what I think about, my dick knows Ava is lying next to me half naked.

Just when I think it couldn’t possibly get any worse, she starts to stir beside me, her leg sliding over my thigh inches away from my dick. Fuck. I try to move my leg, inching it away from hers, but all she does is move closer, like I’m her personal pillow.

She snuggles deeper into my side, her knee inching closer until it actually grazes my dick. I can’t help but close my eyes, biting back a groan that I know will surely wake her up. An explosion of pleasure floods my body. I can’t believe that single touch felt so good.

Realizing that she’s stopped moving, my lid’s flutter open, my gaze dropping to her face, where I find two emerald green eyes staring back at me. A warm flush creeps up my throat. The knot of anxiety tightening in my belly.

We need to talk, but the last thing I want to do right now is talk, unless it’s with my cock. Her fingers trace over my washboard abs lazily.

I damn near gulp at the sensation, my body humming. If she doesn’t stop touching me, I won’t be responsible for whatever happens next.

Fuck me is a bad idea. We shouldn’t do this. But I want to. I want to so bad.

“We should…” I start, but the words are cut off, as Ava pushes up off the mattress, and covers her mouth with my own.

For one split second, I’m shocked, so shocked I can’t even move my lips.

What are we doing?

Every single rational thought that doesn’t center on sex flies right out the window when she tosses a toned leg over my body and straddles me, centering her warm pussy against my abs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I have to stop this. I don’t deserve her, and we need to talk. I go to push her away, but she sinks her nails into my chest like a kitten, the little sparks of pain taking a beeline straight to my cock. My resolve snaps and my fingers weave into her hair as the exact opposite of what I intended. Deepening the kiss instead of pushing her away. If I’m going to have her, then I’m going to have her completely, every single gasp, moan, and plea is going to be mine. Her pelvis grinds into me, her wet heat sliding over my skin.

I pull back a fraction of an inch. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, then you need to stop this right now.”