Page 94 of Counter Bet

His control snaps.

He slams his lips to mine.

We both know this is purely physical. I give into him entirely as he ravages me on the kitchen island. His hands roam everywhere. They tangle in my hair, palm my ass and explore the planes of my taut stomach over my dress. I kiss him until my lungs burn, biting his bottom lip, sucking away the coppery blood rushing to the surface. I have him where I want him.

His hand disappears beneath my dress. He cups my pussy, and rubs his palm over my clit.

My panties are soaked.

I break away from his lips, breathing hard. It’s time to move things along before I do something I regret later.

Jack moves in for another kiss, but I lean out of reach. “I need to use the bathroom upstairs.”

“Don’t be long.” He reluctantly lets me go. His eyes follow me as I leave the room and walk past Matt and Josh, who had front row seats to the show, but I don’t look back.

The hallway upstairs is empty except for a drunk cheerleader who exits the bathroom and wobbles downstairs.

My fingers tremble with nerves as I dig through my purse for my phone.

Dallas: Third bedroom on the left.

This is it. My nerves threaten to get the better of me as I turn the handle and step into the room. I make sure to leave it unlocked for Jack. I know he will come and find me.

The room is dark except for a single lamp on one of the bedside tables. I look around the vast space. It’s a big room with cream walls and a four-poster bed with sheer white curtains. Next to the bed is a moss-green recliner chair and a small bookshelf filled with books and an artificial plant. It’s not the master room, but it’s not an unused room either, judging by the book and drinking glass on the nightstand.

I sweep my eyes past the bed and spot Ben and Dallas by the window seat, watching me expectantly. The fire from earlier still burns in Ben’s eyes.

My heart starts racing in my chest. I gulp, fidgeting on the spot. My hands are clammy with nerves. I’ve fantasized about this moment, but I’m not sure what to do now that it’s happening.

“Come here,” Ben smirks, quirking a finger.

I swallow thickly, my eyes moving between Ben and Dallas. It’s only a matter of time until Jack comes looking for me, so I need to act, but I’m nervous. I have no experience with this. My heart thunders in my chest as I place one foot in front of the other.

Ben and Dallas box me in.

“You’re nervous,” Dallas says, running her soft fingers over my collarbone.

My pulse jumps.

Ben towers behind me. He leans down, kissing and nibbling a path along my jaw.

I arch my neck to give him better access and moan softly.

“You smell of him,” Ben growls, gripping my waist possessively, grinding his hard cock against my ass. I like this jealous side of him.

He skims his fingers up my bare thigh, lifting my skirt up in the process, and all thoughts evaporate when I feel his touch brush my damp panties. “Is this for him?” he whispers darkly, hooking his fingers in my panties and moving them aside.

I can’t stop the whimper slipping past my lips as he strokes his fingers through my wet slit and begins circling my clit.

God, yes!

Dallas leans in, pressing her plump lips to mine. She tastes like watermelon lip balm and tequila. I moan into her mouth and bury my hands in her long hair.

She kisses me hungrily and palms my breasts, tweaking my hardened nipples through the fabric.

I need the bra off. My clothes have never felt more restricting than they do right now.

She grins against my lips.

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