Page 62 of Double Dare

I fuck her harder, so hard our bodies are going to be bruised and her pussy is going to be ruined. “More?”

“Kade,” she moans, her nails digging into the back of my neck, drawing blood. Her head bangs against the wall so hard her eyes shut, and then her moan changes, turning deeper.

“Look at me, Laken.”

When she looks at me, I see the fight in her. She wants to challenge me, deny my win, and fight me forever. I love that about her, but right now, I need her to give in.

“Submit.”

She clenches her legs around me, fighting her orgasm.

“Submit, Laken.”

Her body vibrates with the effort of staving it off. “Kade…”

“Submit.”

“Fuck,” she relents, nodding.

I grip her jaw, forcing her eyes on mine, and give my final demand. “Come.”

She shakes all over, forcing her eyes to stay open as she comes on my cock for the first, but definitely not the last, time. She squeezes the fuck out of my cock, her legs vise grips around my hips, and her nails biting into my flesh.

“Fuuuuck, Kade.”

That’s it. My war partner forever. I dip my head forward, my teeth biting into her shoulder as I come inside her, marking her, making her mine.

“Ah, fuck, Laken. Holy fuck.” Nothing compares. Nothing. To get what I’ve fantasized about and have it exceed expectations is everything. To sexually connect with the woman I love and know that she can handle whatever I throw at her and throw it right back at me is the definition of acceptance. To feel the reaction in her body and know that my body brought her there is pleasure. Reservations leave me. Hesitation dissolves. There’s just me and her and this new relationship that’s starting with my brother. For the first time in so long, I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be.

Laken goes limp in my arms, her forehead slamming against mine like she can’t keep her head up anymore. The lights are all on, the fire is burning too hot, and we’re breathing like rabid animals, but shit, this moment is everything. Almost better than the actual sex. The connection.

“Fuck, Laken,” I say again.

“Again,” she laughs, still panting.

I smirk, finding her lips and kissing them. “I knew I fell for you for a reason,” I laugh.

When the pressure of her nails relax against my skin and her fingers start playing with my hair, she clears her throat, and says, “I’ve…waited for you for a long time, Kade.”

My aggressive mood shifts to something emotional. The girl I’m in love with is telling me she’s waited for me, that she wants me, too. I mean, I knew she wanted to fuck, but the meaning behind her words feels deeper than that.

“It’s nice to meet the real you,” she whispers against my lips. “Never hide from me.”

My chest gets all tight, and words are wanting to come out of my mouth. I want her to know how much I love her, how long I’ve wanted her, and how fucked up she’s made me because I thought I’d never earn her love in return. I don't say any of that because, for once, we’re finally together, moving toward something that we both want.

“I won’t hide from you if you promise to never stop pushing me.”

“I promise.”

This is happiness. This moment, right here.

Whatever the hell is happening between the three of us, it’s all going to be okay. I don’t know how, I just know that it will.

A few hours later, I don’t even know what is happening, but Laken has somehow managed to tie me up. Never, in all my fucking life, thought I’d be tied up. I’m dominant to my core, but this girl got my wrists bound behind my back, tricking me somehow, and now I’m tied to a goddamn support beam in their kitchen.

The beam runs from floor to ceiling, and it’s wide enough that my arms are stretched and my shoulders are aching. Not that I don’t love the discomfort of it. Especially because Laken is prowling in front of me like the predator she is. I’ve been manhandling her for hours, and this is her show now; she took back the power and isn’t afraid to throw it in my face.

I hate it and love it at the same time. I’m desperate to touch her, but she’s cut me off, and now all I can do is watch her strut her sexy stuff around like she owns me. She does. She knows she does.

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