Page 45 of Dare to be Different

“I want to watch you two kiss,” Jess says, pulling back.

The vibe. The energy. The atmosphere.

Zahn’s green eyes flash to mine, and all I see in them are bad ideas and lust. Jess doesn’t give us any time to overthink it. She starts this three-way kiss again, and I swear to fuck, I almost shove her away. When she pulls back on her own, my stomach sinks, my dick hardens to an impossible throb, and my wires get crossed.

Zahn leans in, completely cutting Jess out. Our lips are touching, mouths open, breaths shared, but we aren’t yet kissing.

“Remy,” he whispers, not getting spanked for it.

I press my forehead to his, trying to think of all the responsible things I should be thinking about. Instead, my cock does the thinking and my body gets lost in Zahn’s energy. He must sense my willingness because he takes charge.

His hand latches onto the back of my neck, and then we’re all teeth and tongues and desperation, our combined energy making the fucking world disappear.

He groans against my lips, and I devour him because of it. Raking my teeth over his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth, I make him groan again, the hand on the back of my neck tightening. We’re kneeling, and now we’re up on our knees, pressing against each other, forgetting that this is a foursome and not a twosome.

There’s fire behind it. Fuel from a never-ending source. Submission to the vibe but dominance over the energy. The need for more without hesitation and guilt. A desperation that craves the feeling of something that’s never felt so rightly intense and uniquely unhinged.

The rough stubble of his jaw grates against mine, creating a blissful friction that burns as fiercely as it sates. A tornado of want rips me up and clashes with his tsunami of need, and together, I swear to fuck, we create the ultimate energy. That kind he’s always searching for. The one that he’s been teaching me about.

I’m making the fuck out with Zahn Dare, and I’ve never been hotter.

Until the redhead pulls on my hair and forces my mouth from his. Zahn fucking growls, and my eyes track the vibration of it through his chest and throat. His hand tightens on my neck and he tries to pull me away from her, but she’s got her dominatrix attitude on, and I’ve never been the rope in a tug-of-war.

“Make me come before you leave,” she demands.

I keep my eyes on Zahn, entranced with him now that I know what it feels like to be under his control. He swallows, breathing harder than he should be, shifting his gaze from my eyes to my mouth and back again. To him, Jess no longer exists, and I don’t know what to make of that. He doesn’t know if he should take out his anger on Gia to get himself off and release some of his energy or demand that they leave this room that belongs to them so we can finish something we never intended to start.

“I said—”

“I fucking heard you,” I snap at Jess.

By the time we leave, there’s a new hunger inside me that I’m unsure about feeding.

Chapter 19

We didn’t talk about it.

There are words that need to come out, but for the first time in my life, I’m thinking them through before saying them aloud. Remy stayed quiet about the kiss of my life on the flight back to the airfield, using the engine and a broken radio set as an excuse. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe we needed the time to process.

Because holy fucking shit, did we kiss.

Best blowie of my life belongs to Remy. Best kiss of my life belongs to Remy. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

How is everything so fucking good with us? Is it just the heat of the moment? If I walked up to him right now, would the kiss be as electric? I chug whiskey to stop myself from trying it out.

We’re at my parents’ house. They’re out of town for the weekend, so naturally, a bunch of people ended up coming over, and now the house is full, the music is loud, and the drinks are going down a bit too easily. My brothers are all here, some friends from town, but all the Dare partners are out at some ladies’ night thing in town. Even Liam went with them, so this place is a damn sausage party.

I’ve barely eaten today, so my stomach sloshes around with a mix of booze that probably shouldn't swim together, but whatever. I don’t have to get up early tomorrow.

“You good?” Four asks me, filling his own tumbler. “You look wrecked.”

Yeah, being drunk and confused basically makes me wrecked. “Just tired.” That old excuse. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Four smacks me on the shoulder. “I’m older than you, fucker, and I’m still going strong. You need to buck up.”

“Gen must not be getting your best efforts then. She did throw you under the bus for not pleasing her enough. I’ll never forget that.” I smirk at him.

“Of course you won’t. I’ve made up for that tenfold. I was trying to be respectful and not go all barbarian on her ass.”

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