Page 13 of Double Dare

“You seriously want this?” he asks instead. “For yourself? For him? Not just because you pity the fuck out of me?”

Our eyes watch her with rapt interest. I’m also curious to hear this answer. I know she wants it, but I want to make sure she wants it for the right reasons. Pity isn’t the right reason, but I also know there’s been something special between Laken and Kade since she showed up here. They’ve always had something extra, a bond they didn’t share with anyone else. Even Wyatt noticed.

“I want it,” she says. “For as long as it’s consensual, respected, agreed upon and feels right. For as long as Jed is comfortable, for as long as you’re comfortable with it, and for as long as I’m comfortable with it. It can be exploratory and slow. It can be whatever you want it to be. Maybe it’s all just a sex thing to you guys? Maybe it’s not. I don’t think we have to figure that all out right now, but I want it. I want it.” Her eyes are glossy again, and I fucking love her.

I smile at her, proud. When this buzz wears off and the adrenaline of the moment is gone, I’ll freak out a bit, but for now, I’m just…right. Something feels right, even though I don’t know exactly what it is.

I look at my brother, waiting to see what he’s going to say. “You in, asshole?”

He stares at Laken, trying to hunt out any hesitations and reservations. “I won’t fuck up your relationship,” he sets a boundary. “At the first sign of…doubt, it ends.”

I know there’s more to be talked about, details to work out, rules to set, paces to go at and shit to figure out, like the logistics of sleeping with the same chick as my brother, but we’re all at a limit, so I lean forward and pour three shots in small glasses.

“Agreed,” I say.

“Agreed,” Laken says.

Kade takes the last shot glass. “Fuck, this is…” he sighs. “Fucking agreed.”

Clink. An agreement is made. No idea what it means or where it’s going, but it’s sealed in whiskey and no regrets. Not yet, anyway.

“Right, well, I gotta try to piss with a boner.” I stand up, kissing Lakes on the way by. “No fucking while I’m gone.” I tack a grin on the end of that for Kade’s benefit, knowing he won’t but not wanting to play that god I got accused of trying to be. I think there’s enough respect between the three of us that it’ll all be done with morals and consideration.

Shit, we gotta talk to Maeve now.

I stumble into the basement bathroom. Now that I’ve admitted I’m okay with this, there’s a buzz of kinky excitement lighting me up. Shit, settle down. He’s your brother, so no accidental grazes or grabs. We’ll work out the logistics somehow, but the potential is…fuck.

Chapter 6

I once drew a sketch of Laken getting railed by two guys. It’d been stuck in my head for months, so I drew it just to get it out of my system. When I was done, I admired the detail I’d added to her face and body, pleased with how well I knew her, even though I’d never had her. But then my eyes shifted to the two guys, and somewhere in my head, I’d assumed they were just random, featureless nobodies. I threw the thing in the fireplace when I noticed I’d drawn Jed and me.

Fucked up.

But now those thoughts are swirling around in my head where they shouldn’t make a home. My mind isn’t a safe space, and ideas like that have free rein to parade around and turn into sick images of two brothers banging the same chick.

“Remember when you told me to push you?” Laken asks when the bathroom door closes behind Jed.

Yeah, I fucking remember. It was after Maeve spilled my secret and Laken told the story about her dad not cooking a roast. “Don’t push me now, Bossy. I’m at my limit.”

“Are you?” she asks, knowing I can take a little more pushing.

“You have to admit, this is pretty fucked up.”

She stands, and before she even does it on her own, my hand is reaching for hers, pulling her down to straddle my lap like she was before. Yeah, I feel guilty about it because Jed isn’t in the room, but he’s right there, able to walk in at any moment. To feel her against me, knowing I’m allowed to touch her…it’s overwhelming. This day was never supposed to come. I was settled in my decision to pine over her for as long as it took and then move on somehow. To be honest, this wasn’t even on my radar.

“Starting to think you like the fucked up shit, Bossy.”

She grins, her hands shifting up my chest to wrap around the back of my neck. “Maybe a little. I want to push you because I think guilt is the only thing holding you back, but you have to tell me when I’m pushing too hard.”

Guilt is the main thing holding me back. I don’t want to hurt her or Jed. But it’s more than that, too. I don’t want to be the third wheel, and I don’t want to forever feel like I’m on the outside of their relationship. In a perfect world…no, I’m not going there. The world is never perfect.

“Push me,” I tell her. “But don’t be surprised when I push back.”

“Mm,” she hums, driving me wild.

“Alright, shut the fuck up now, Bossy. You’re making me psycho.”

She grinds against me, pushing without talking. Wicked woman.

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