Page 14 of Double Dare

“I need to leave before I do something I’ll regret,” I say, moving to stand with her still on my lap. All it does is press my cock against her harder, bringing me beyond psycho levels. “Fuck, Laken.” I sit back down. “Maeve isn’t here to distract my dick right now.”

Probably never will be again. We had a chat. It wasn’t a definitive ending to our sex arrangement, but the implication was there. After this mess of a night, I’m going to need her to talk me off whatever ledge I’m standing on.

“Then get up and leave,” Laken says like a fucking cock tease. Maybe she’s not just teasing anymore. Maybe I’m allowed. Eventually. Shit.

We both know I can’t leave, so instead, I’m going to push her back. “Why’d you pull my hair that night in the truck?”

“I knew you’d like it.”

“How?”

She smirks. “You think I don’t watch you, too? Please,” she scoffs. “I pay attention, Kade.”

My hands are sliding up her ribs, feeling her without hesitation for the first time. It’s dangerous and thrilling, but more than that, it’s right. Goddamn, it’s so right, like my hands were always meant to hold her, and her body was always begging for my touch.

“You think you’re the only one who knows shit? You might be able to tell what my signals are, but I know yours, too. I know some shit.” Her smirk grows.

“Like what?”

“Guess you’ll just have to give in and find out.” Well played.

“Alright,” Jed says, coming back. “I can’t wait any longer. Naked, now. I need to fuck you.”

Can’t really blame him there. Sex is a better conversation than words sometimes, and after the night we’ve had, they need to reconnect. That’s my cue to leave, but when Laken grins at me and Jed pulls her off my lap, tossing her on the cushion next to me, I hesitate, lingering for just a few minutes more.

“I need more whiskey,” I complain, grabbing it off the table as I stand up.

I take a sip, and by the time I look back, Laken’s tights are hitting me in the face, and her beautiful moan slips through her lips as my brother goes down on the pussy I’ve been craving since she showed up in Alaska. Fuck, she’s sexy. Everything about her. Especially her responsiveness to pleasure.

“Staying?” she asks, looking at me through hooded eyes, her fingers in Jed’s hair, her legs spread wide.

“Going.” I walk around the back of the couch, then throw caution to the wind. While Jed licks her clit, I grab her jaw, force her head back, and kiss her. Quick. Cocky. Life changing.

My hand will have to do the trick.

“We don’t have to talk about it, Mae,” I say for the fourth time. “Tell me about this new guy.”

Wren was a dick, and now she’s sort of kind of seeing someone new, but she doesn’t want to talk about it because she’s superstitious and thinks it’ll go to shit if she voices how good it is.

She waves me off. “Too early to tell. I like him, but…we’ll see.”

I raise a brow at her, lounging on her bed like we’re two besties in a rom-com while she crosses her legs and stares at me, fishing for details about my conversation with Jed and Lake. “Sex stuff again?”

“Yes, sex stuff. Lay off.” She scowls at me.

I shake my head at her. “You know, honesty goes a long way. Just straight up admit you’re a kinky bitch and get it over with.”

“Oh? Like you straight up admitted what you wanted?”

Fair enough.

“Just let me overthink it until I make all my pros and cons lists, okay? I’ll fess up when he makes me feel comfortable enough. Fair?”

More than fair. I nod.

“Talk me through the conversation with them.” She recrosses her legs, yoga style. “How are you feeling about everything?” She nods at the tea she made me, sipping her own.

Tea. Pathetic. Genny started this bullshit, and now everyone is drinking it and pretending they hate it. I take a sip, wondering where the taste is. “I don’t know, Mae. Jed’s a fucking pussy who says he’s cool with it.”

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