Page 117 of Broken Pact

I open my own beer and ask, “Truth or dare, bro?”

Hawke smirks. “Dare.”

I shake my head. I should’ve fucking known better. He’s gonna pick dare every time, just for the promise of a thrill.

I take a long pull of my beer to buy myself a few seconds. I hadn’t really thought this far ahead yet. “Alright. I got one. I dare you to dance in front of the window.”

Hawke’s eyes light up and his grin grows wider. “What kind of dancing?”

“Whatever you want, man. But you gotta do it for thirty seconds, in front of that window where anyone could look in and see.”

“Hate to break it to you, bro, but everyone can already see inside your house. Your entire wall is a window,” Hawke drawls as he crosses the room.

“Ooh, I’ll play music,” Coraline says, pulling out her phone and scrolling. A second later, Taylor Swift plays.

Hawke steps in front of my window wall, the moonlight streaming in and illuminating his face. He looks at us and flashes a devilish grin before launching into an enthusiastic but utterly graceless attempt at ballet. Pointed toes and everything.

The absurdity of it catches me off guard, and I double over with a hand pressed to my abs like I can contain the mirth.

“Oh my god,” Coraline mumbles around a forkful of cheesecake.

His thirty seconds are up and he plops back on the couch, Coraline and I clapping for his performance.

We spend the next few hours eating and laughing and daring each other to do ridiculous, stupid things. And it’s some of the most fun I’ve had in years.

CORALINE

Jasper’s fingers trail lazily up and down my arm as we lay tangled together in his bed, the muted moonlight filtering through the gauzy curtains and casting everything in a dreamlike glow. Hawke’s soft snores drift in from the living room, the only sound in the otherwise still night.

Despite the late hour and all the fun I had tonight, sleep eludes me. Every brush of Jasper’s skin against mine sends tingles skating across my flesh, desire simmering low in my belly. I shift restlessly, trying to get comfortable, but it’s no use.

“Jasper?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I turn in his arms, draping my leg over his hip and pressing closer. “I can’t sleep,” I murmur, nuzzling into his neck.

His hand slides down to my lower back, his fingertips dipping just beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts. “Is that right?”

I rock my hips over his leg slowly. “You know what might help,” I hedge.

His fingers pause their soothing path along my arm. “I think I have an idea, but I want to hear you say it.”

I lift my head and gaze at him through my lashes. “I want you to make me come, Jasper.”

His eyes darken, a wicked smirk curving his lips. “You want my fingers, baby? My mouth? Or maybe you want my cock.”

"Yes," I breathe, my skin already tingling with anticipation. "Please."

In one smooth motion, Jasper flips us so I’m pinned beneath him. His weight settles over me, his lips hovering above mine. “One small problem, baby. You’re loud.”

I nip his lips. “I can be quiet.”

“Baby,” he chides. “You really can’t.”

“I can,” I challenge.

Jasper's lips brush mine in a teasing kiss before he pulls back slightly. "You really think you can be quiet, baby? With my head between your thighs, my tongue licking your sweet little cunt until you're shaking and coming apart for me?"

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