The Dare (North Woods University 2)

Fuck that, not tonight. Tonight she’ll have to use one of my friend’s dicks to get off.

Thrusting my hips savagely, my head tips back and I let the euphoric pleasure overtake me. Piercing green doe eyes, and creamy white skin. All I see is Ava inside my head. With Sarah’s warm mouth wrapped around my dick and forbidden thoughts plaguing me, I fall apart, shattering into a million pieces, roaring as I explode into the back of her throat. She makes another gagging sound but then swallows around my softening length.

Fucking, fuck, fuck.

Waves of pleasure wash over me, and I take a step back, my cock falling from her red painted lips. My heart hammers deep inside my chest, confirming that it still lives there. Once the pleasure fades into the darkness, I shove myself back inside my boxers and pull my dress slacks back up. Ava’s already got a hold on me and she hasn’t even said a fucking word yet. I guess the good news is I hate her too much to listen to a word she has to say. The bad news is that my cock likes the image of her on her knees.

I can feel Sarah’s eyes on me, burning through my clothes and into my flesh.

“What about me?” She pouts.

“What about you?” I question, tucking my shirt back in. “Go ride Clark’s dick. I’m sure he’ll show you a nice time.” My response is not one she wants to hear, and she shoves from the floor wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, anger boiling over in her features.

“Why do you always have to be a dick?” she growls, smoothing a hand down the front of her pink chiffon dress. Sarah is what you would call a princess. She likes things that glitter, and people she knows her parents would hate to see her with, and though I’m not that bad of a guy, I’m not what you would call honorable either. Her country club father would never be okay with her being with me, no matter how much she wants me.

My lips tip up into a smile. “I can’t help it, sweetheart. I’m just a big ass dick. Now get the fuck out of here, and don’t let anyone see you walking out.”

She rolls her eyes at my demand but does as I say, scurrying from the room like someone lit a fire under her ass. The door opens and closes with a soft click and I’m finally left to my thoughts. Exhaling a ragged breath, I run a hand through my brown trusses. Sarah’s pretty, in fact, all of the women I’ve screwed are pretty, I’ll give them that, but they aren’t her.

Ava Wilder.

I can’t get her out of my mind. She’s fucking with my head, my thoughts, and my feelings. Her name alone feels like acid raining down on me. She’s haunted me for years, her memory digging its claws deep into my mind. Time was supposed to heal wounds, but it only made mine fester. And seeing her tonight, it ripped open every single one of those wounds. They were sleeping with hate, while blood dripped down my chest. The pain of seeing her angered me so much that I had to walk away after the ceremony.

It made me want to hurt her, destroy her. And yet there had been a time I would’ve done anything for her. She didn’t look at me like the other kids did back then, like I was some charity case. She wanted to be my friend, or at least that’s what I thought. Back then, I never would’ve touched her, or even thought of hurting her, but now… the inky thoughts consumed me. A memory from when we were kids pops into my head and I’m drawn back in time.

“Johnny said that he kissed Sierra,” I announced as we walked down the street and toward our bus stop.

Ava shrugged like she didn’t care. “So, who cares, kissing is weird.”

It was weird, but I wanted to do it, more with Ava than any of the other girls in school. She wouldn’t laugh at me if I messed up or did something stupid. We were friends, and she was there for me.

“What would you say if I wanted to kiss you?”

Her green eyes widened, and she stopped mid-step right before she shoved me in the shoulder. Those little fists of hers were curled. She was cute when she was mad.

“I would tell you to go away because kissing is gross and I would rather chew on a piece of bubble gum that was chewed on by three other people before I kissed you.”

Grinning, I tugged on her ponytail. “Good, I wouldn’t kiss you either.”

I smile faintly at the memory. That was before she was a liar, before she took everything away from me. I wasn’t sure which hurt most, her betrayal, the lies, or losing her as a friend. I forgot all about my selfish pain when she came walking into the church with a smile on her face, acting like she hadn’t done a damn thing.