Page 72 of The Road to Finding Us

His tongue trails along my collarbone. “Aw, but we’re so good at it.” His teeth tease the hollow of my throat, and fuck if I don’t feel the wetness pool between my legs.

“I don’t want to be good at games with you,” I confess.

“I don’t want to be good at them either, but if playing games is the only way I get you, then I’ll fucking play them all.” He looks up from the spot on my neck, his thumb and pointer finger grabbing my jaw.

I can’t help but look down at his lips. They’re wet, as if he’s just licked them.

“Truth or dare?” he repeats, holding my jaw so tight I can’t see anything but him.

“Dare,” I manage, too afraid of the truth he’ll ask from me.

“I dare you to take off your underwear.”

He lets his hand slide down the velvet of my dress, fisting the fabric in his hand and pushing it up until it’s no longer in his way. When his fingers brush against the inside of my knee, he pulls my face to his.

I should be worried about the dark stain of my lipstick getting messed up.

I should be worried about where this encounter is obviously heading.

I should be worried that my brother and best friend are right below us.

But the only thing I’m actually worried about is undoing the belt of Aspen’s pants fast enough.

Right when Aspen’s hand reaches the point where there should be panties, he discovers there are none.

“Looks like you wasted a dare,” I breathe against his lips.

Aspen groans, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s easily accessed my core or because I’ve managed to undo his belt and slip my hand into his boxers. I wrap my fingers around him, pumping up and down.

“Bed. Now,” Aspen orders, not even allowing me the time to make it there myself. He picks me up by the hips then plops me down on the bed. He has his pants unzipped quickly, freeing himself in one fluid motion. “Scoot back,” he instructs.

As he aligns himself between my legs, he suddenly curses. “My wallet is on the counter downstairs. I don’t have a condom.”

My eyes search his. “I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Yes, I’m fucking clean.”

I let my head fall against the blankets as he enters me.

It’s been years since he’s been inside me, and I’ve had other partners, but the way he feels inside me is euphoric.

I’ve tried to fool myself many times, telling myself that other men felt just as good as him, but it was all a lie.

Nothing can beat the way he feels inside me.

Our bodies slap against each other, both of us chasing an orgasm quickly.

I’m right on the edge when I hear Veronica call from downstairs, “Y’all almost ready?”

Aspen kisses my neck. “Don’t pay her any attention.”

His hips work against me quickly, and I try to stifle my moans as much as possible.

After Veronica asks us if we’re ready for the third time, both of us finish.

We get ready all over again, as fast as possible. I’m not even positive my earrings match when I finally open the door to my room, finding a smirking Veronica just outside of it.

Thank god, Maverick doesn’t appear to be behind her. I would die of embarrassment if he saw us right now. There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s crystal clear what Aspen and I just did.

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