Page 43 of Crave Me

She steps back from me reluctantly, breathing heavily, post-orgasm haze written all over her face.

“Truth or dare, Dallas?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to go jump in the snow. Buck ass naked. Don’t forget to roll around in it.”

I gape at her for a moment, slightly shocked, but it’s not like it’s something I haven’t done before, growing up with three idiot brothers. But I bet it’s something she hasn’t. That’s going to change right now.

I stand up, shake the hot water off, and step out of the hot tub, taking a moment to decide the best way to grab her without making us both crash to the ground first.

“Don’t I get a good luck kiss first? I’m about to turn my balls into ice cubes. It’s the least you can do.”

Like a good girl, she stands, turns to face me, and leans over the edge of the tub, ready for me to kiss her. Looking at her plush, sweet lips for a moment, I lean in and press mine to hers. I typically stay away from kissing partners, but kissing Blaire comes as naturally as breathing. I moan into her mouth the moment our tongues touch, losing myself in her for just a moment before grabbing her around the waist and yanking her out of the hot tub. Her arms grasp around my shoulders, a scream piercing my ears.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Dallas!”

Holding her close to me while her arms push against my chest and her feet struggle for purchase, I lift her up, bridal style, and run across the deck, diving off of it into the feet of snow covering my backyard. The cold assaults me like a thousand tinyknives and pulls the breath from my lungs. Blaire’s scream stops and she frantically tries to climb back out.

“Oh, no. You said not to forget to roll around, baby girl.”

Grabbing her around the waist, I drop onto my back and roll us back and forth. Her scream turns into a deep laugh that fuels my own. The sound is so fucking pretty, and I want more of it.

“You're the worst, Dallas Hayes!” she says through her giggles. Standing, I grab her hand and pull her through the snow, up the deck steps, and back to the hot tub, where we both sink into the water to heat up, her teeth chattering together. The smile on her face reaches her eyes and I know I made the right decision.

“Maybe. But now you can say that you’ve rolled around naked in the snow.”

“If I don’t die of hypothermia!”

“Don’t be a baby, you’re fine!”

“Whatever. Your turn.”

“Truth or dare, baby girl?”

She hesitates for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek while she contemplates. Come on, give me a truth. Just one truth.

“Dare.”

Goddamn brat. I should spank it out of her.

“I dare you to take a long pull from that whiskey bottle without wincing.”

“You dick!” she says as she grabs the bottle and brings it to her lips, pulling the warm, amber liquid into her mouth. Her face immediately sours, and she lets out a small cough that she tries to cover with her hand. Laughing at her, I take the bottle and take a long pull, my face casual and composed.

“You’re the worst.”

“You like it. Your turn. I’ll make it easy on you. Dare.”

The smirk that she gives me is so fucking devilish, and if my cock wasn’t already hard from being in here naked with her, it would be from that look alone.

“Bring it, baby. What are you waiting for?”

“I dare you to get me off in under a minute.”

Fuck. Yes. That I can do.

“Done. But you’re going to count. If you stop counting, time stops.”

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