Page 68 of Love Me, I Dare You

“Free shots,” Raven shouts over the blaring music as patrons come up to grab one.

Bailey, Billie and Monroe remain on the bar top having the time of their lives as they dance, sing, and laugh like every man in the room isn’t drooling over them. They may have planned this dating mixer hoping to bring people together, but the onlywomen any of the men in here are interested in are the three cowgirls currently on stage.

“I swear if Monroe doesn’t get her ass down in the next minute, I’m going to drag her out of here kicking and screaming,” Monty grunts, chugging back his fourth beer of the night. We’ve been here for no more than two hours, and the man’s been on edge the entire time. I know he’s definitely not into dating anyone, but I’ve seen his eyes roam the bar, straying too long on the hot new bartender as he tries to pretend he isn’t looking.

Though, before I can question his apparent interest and encourage him to go for it, even if the girl is way too young for him, I see red.

None other than Jake Macallan reaches his arms out to Bailey and carries her off the bar. The mere fact he put his hands on her, his right palm dangerously close to her ass, has my blood boiling, rage blinding me as I watch her smile at him. She’s never smiled at me that way and it only angers me further to know he gets something I’ve always wanted.

“Nash,” Jase groans in warning, but I don’t listen. I’m too pissed off to care what my ex-best friend thinks of me at this point. All I know is I want nothing more than to claim his sister and show everyone in this bar she belongs to me. Even if she won’t agree.

“Take this,” Jase says, handing me another beer. I take it without looking his way, my eyes fixated on Jake’s hand still on her waist, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My knuckles turn white as I tighten my grip on the beer bottle, about to shatter it to pieces. “Is there something I should be worried about?” he asks, knowing damn well what seeing the asshole with his sister is doing to me.

I want to punch Jase in the face for asking stupid questions he doesn’t want the answer to, but I can’t cause a scene. Nottonight, not here. Not when I want Bailey to accept it’s time we put this stupid game behind us to deal with the inevitable—us fucking.

“You should be worried about why your dad’s cowboy thinks it’s okay to put his hands on your sister.”

Jase laughs, further irritating me, but when I turn and meet his gaze, his laughter deepens. Why the fucker thinks any of this is funny is beyond me. “Relax, Nash. Jake Macallan is harmless. Bailey could one hundred percent take his ass down if she didn’t want his hands on her. But the fact she hasn’t tells me maybe she wants them there.”

Angered by his insinuation that Bailey has any interest in the asshole, I march my ass toward them, hearing both Jase and Monty laugh harder as I stomp away.

“That was amazing, Miss King,” I hear the dumbass say as I near them.

Bailey twirls a strand of her hair in her hand as she lowers her gaze in clear flirtation. “Jake, how many times have I told you, Ms. King is my mama? Please, we’ve known each other our whole lives. It’s Bailey.”

The fucker blushes, cheeks turning bright red like he’s never once spoken to a woman.Does she really think some amateur like him would know the first thing about being with a woman like her?“But I work for your pops now, just trying to keep things professional.”

I’ve had enough—especially with the way Billie and the rest of the girls watch them, like it’s the most adorable thing they’ve seen.

“Then maybe start with getting your fucking hands off her.” Startled by my sudden interruption, they both jerk their heads in my direction, though his hands don’t drop from her waist.

“Nash,” Bailey warns, and the fierce scowl on her face only makes my dick harder than it already is. I know she’s pissed, but she can clearly see I am.

“Excuse me,” Jake says, but the look on his face doesn’t match the quiver in his voice.

“You say you wanna keep things professional, then get your fucking hands off her. What do you think her daddy would say if he knew his ranch hand had his filthy hands on his daughter?”

Jake scoffs, realizing the reason for my sudden need to get him away from her. “Same thing he’d say if he knew you wanted to.”

Gotta give it to him. I didn’t think he had it in him to argue back. “Yeah, only difference, Macallan. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Nash, enough. Please.”

I turn my attention to Bailey, my mouth aching to kiss her and wipe that pretty little pout off her lips. “What, Angel? You're telling me you want this dumbass wannabe cowboy to put his hands on you?” I take two steps forward, closing the distance between us as I lean forward so only she can hear me. “To touch you the way only I know how. Cause trust me, pretty girl. There’s no fucking way this asshole knows what to do with a woman like you.” Setting a hand on her lower back, I revel in the way her breath hitches the moment my fingers graze the skin beneath her top. Goosebumps kiss her skin as my fingers softly trail circles around her skin and she inhales, holding her breath. “He wouldn’t know how to bring you to your knees, how to make you come simply by toying with your perfect nipples. He wouldn’t know what the hell to do with the mediocre dick he has between his legs.”

Jake catches the last part and mumbles out a low “fuck you”, but he doesn’t deny it.

Bailey’s eyes are low and hazy, glistening with desire as she inadvertently squeezes her thighs together. Only she can’tbecause my leg is nicely tucked between them. Carnal visions cloud her mind, reminding her of how just good it will be if she lets go. She takes another moment before she can ground herself, but with a sharp step of her boot, she stomps on my foot and scurries away.

“Kiss my ass, Bishop.”

Like a madman, I follow after her, leaving Jake behind and not giving a damn who in the bar is looking our way. I can feel all eyes on us, but mine are fixated on her and the sexy, intentional sway of her hips cause she knows I’m watching—knows I’m desperately following her, and she fucking loves it. Behind me, I hear Billie and Monroe giggle as we pass them by and Billie even goes as far as holding Jase back when he treads after us. I’ll have to thank her for that later.

Bailey’s footsteps quicken, but the moment we’re alone in the secluded hallway leading to her office, away from the crowd of people gawking our way, I reach for her.

Spinning her until her chest hits mine and her back slams into the wall, I cage her in against it. The sharp inhale of breath makes my cock strain further in my jeans, aching for release. For her soft hands and supple lips to wrap around it. To be inside her, filling her and feeling her clench around me as she reaches her climax. To watch as the anger in her gaze disappears until there is nothing but burning lust and desire that matches my own.

I want to hate-fuck her. I want to slam into her, my hand a perfect necklace around her throat as she curses my name in warning. As she shouts it off the top of her lungs in equal pain and pleasure while meeting my every thrust with a push of her own. I want her long, sharp nails dug into my back, marking me the way my lips will mark her.

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