Page 10 of Double Dare

That ‘take no shit’ attitude she’s sporting jumps into action, calling him out. “It’s fine?” she repeats. “So, the next time we all get sexy, what’re you going to do, Kade? Watch? Join in? Get hurt over it? Leave like a little bitch because you’re all confused about it, and it’s very much not fine?”

Get him, girl.

“And you.” She swings that attitude towards me. “You think you’re some conductor calling the shots? The god in charge of this clusterfuck? Gonna make him bow down to your every whim and demand? Hmm? What’s your role here, caveman?”

Dammit.

I glance at Kade, finding him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. Alright, so she has a point. Nothing was figured out, and it’s not fine. I shrug because that’s really the only answer I have. I wouldn’t mind playing God, but I know it isn’t fair to either of them. The only thing I know for sure is that I don’t really want Kade to run off like the little bitch she just called him.

But why?!

“Can’t we just figure it out as we go, love? We’ve been pushing boundaries all this time, so how is it any different?” Oh, it’s fucking different, but I’m hoping she’ll articulate that because I can’t.

Maybe it was just the heat of the moment in the truck. We got all fired up and horny while drunk, crossed some lines, and now that shit is over. Maybe. Probably. Not. But how the hell are we going to figure that out if we don’t just…keep going? On the one hand, I can’t even believe I allowed it. Suggested it, even. On the other hand, it’s kind of been leading there for months, and I’m not really all that surprised that it happened. Confused, yes, but not surprised.

Kade stays uncharacteristically quiet because he feels like the intruder here. Is he the intruder? Fuck, I don’t even know anymore. We’re just an us, not an us and him, and that’s the thought that really puts things into perspective for me. Because even though Laken is mine, I don’t want Kade feeling like the third wheel.

What the actual shit is wrong with me?

“How’s it different?” Laken once again repeats. Oh shit, she’s learning some of Mom’s invasion tactics. This is not good.

“Let’s just go back to how it was,” Kade says, like he doesn’t give a fuck. “I’ll perv, you two fuck, Maeve…” he trails off, knowing him and Maeve are done but not wanting to admit it.

“Maybe Maeve should be here for this,” I say, hoping it’ll be enough to get Laken to stall the conversation to include all parties.

“Fuck no,” Kade snaps at me. “She’ll just…” Yeah, encourage. Maybe we need that. Kade looks away again, not wanting to admit how far he actually wants this to go. Maeve knows, and she’s got his back, so she won’t be shy about saying it. After a few seconds of awkwardly tense silence, Kade grabs the bottle of whiskey from Laken and takes a long pull.

She won’t have that. She grabs it back, takes her own pull, doesn’t even grimace, and glares those aqua eyes at us. She’s calling us twats with her eyes. I can sense it. I grin at her, weirdly relaxed for the conversation we’re trying but failing to have. Sure, it needs to be talked about, but I’m always down for my girl to lead the charge, and when she’s fired up and angry, even better.

I get caught up checking her out, right down to the mismatched socks on her feet, the nasty tangle in the back of her hair from where the hoodie fucks it all up, and the way her fingers drum around the neck of the bottle. I used to go for that made-up, sultry, sexy type with big tits and puckered lips, but looking at Laken now, I can’t for the life of me figure out why.

She’s a mess. But fuck does that mess work for her. I look at her tangles and know she earned them by being out in the Alaskan weather. I know her lips are chapped because of the wind. I know her body is scarred and marred and stronger for it, and I know she can handle half that bottle of whiskey but can’t handle three shots of tequila. When her fingers drum on the bottle, I imagine them doing the same thing on the clutch of her dirt bike, and when she clears her throat, the sound coming out raspy and impatient, I shiver at the thought of her moan. She has the hottest moan. Good fucking lord.

How in the actual hell is she mine?

I don’t know, but it’s no wonder we fuck all the time. Look at her! Feel her! She looks at me, knowing exactly what I’m thinking, and that’s yet another thing I’m all in love with her about. She gets me, knows me, reads me like a children’s book with no words and doesn’t hide herself from me either. But I sigh because she reads Kade, too. Their energies sync up, their personalities willing and ready to go to war just for funsies, and the fiery sparks between them are only a fraction of the inferno I know they’d create.

Do I really want to block that energy? But do I really want to let that energy ignite?

Despite her sexual past, Laken has been an exhibitionist since the start of us. She gets off on trying not to get caught, but she gets off even more when Kade’s eyes are on her. I’ve never really had a problem with it. Most people think I should, but that comes down to how we were raised and how our dynamic is as brothers. Voyeurism and exhibitionism are just…things we do. I’ve never known them to be taboo, so I never really gave much thought to it. I mean, yeah, there have been times when I’ve locked him out or taken Lakes somewhere private, but those things are situational and have more to do with the vibe of the night rather than the weight of the eyes. I don’t want just anyone watching us fuck, like the night of Kade’s birthday; he could watch all he wanted, but I didn’t want that chick he was with to see Laken.

Maybe I’ve gotten slack, though. Some asshole checks my girl out? I wanna murder him. Kade checks her out, eye fucking her with intensity? Yeah, it’s cool. How does he slip right under my radar?

Shit, I don’t know. Whatever it is, I want to be the boyfriend who pumps Laken’s tires, helps her thrive sexually as well as personally, and lets her experience all the shit she wants to experience. With me at her side. I know she’ll want me there for all of it, and that’s what makes me so goddamn confident in all this. She’s mine, despite whatever else happens, and the security I feel in that is powerful as all get-out. Might be making me dumb, too. Who knows?

“Jed,” Laken starts, my cock reacting to my name in her rasp. I know she’s just going to fucking go for it, so I ready myself for the question. “Why’d you do it? Why’d you suggest it and give us the push to do it?”

I grab her wrist and overpower her like an asshole, bringing her to straddle my lap. She doesn’t protest, her forearms resting on my shoulders and her fingers in the back of my hair. Now that she’s on me, in my face, looking at me like she loves me, I lose the answer to her question.

“I don’t fucking know, Laken. Don’t make me talk about this shit right now.” I squeeze her hips, wanting to talk but not wanting to talk.

“If you answer truthfully, I’ll suck your cock right now,” she bargains, grinning. Okay, so not only has she learned a few of Mom’s tricks, she’s learned a few of our negotiating skills, too.

I want the blowie. I open my mouth to answer, but…shit! Why is it so hard to articulate? Why can’t I just say that I wanted it, she wanted it, he wanted it, and I made that happen? I hate my brain-to-mouth filter most times, but now I’m also hating my brain-to-mouth block.

“Just say it. Get the blowie,” Kade scoffs, grabbing the bottle off the table.

I look at Lakes, seeing her smirk, feeling her little body grind against mine as an incentive, and I try to steal a kiss. Laken leans back, waiting for an answer before she gives in.

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