Page 156 of Truth or Dare: A Second Chance Single-Mom Romance

Jason lies down on the bed, still as a cadaver. He’s quiet. Unnaturally quiet for talkative Jason. Is he nervous? I remember my first time suddenly—how I let Jason take the lead. How Donovan sat beside me, holding me, reassuring me. How safe I felt with my two best friends there with me.

And now it’s my turn to be the rock.

I flop down and snuggle up next to Jason. “Nervous?” I ask him.

He chuckles lightly. “A little.”

“Do you think I’m incapable of being gentle?”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

I slip my fingers through Jason’s hair. “How does this feel?”

He closes his eyes into my touch and hums contentedly. “Good.”

I allow myself a minute to admire Jason’s body—the linebacker’s chest. His skin looks honey-colored under the dim light of the bedside lamp. I trace the black dove ink across his chest and then trickle my fingers down his toned abdomen.

“I’m going to start with my fingers,” Donovan says. “It might be cold at first.” He drizzles lube into his palm, snaps the cap back on, and then his hand slips between Jason’s legs. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Jason responds. Donovan’s eyes lock on Jason, watching his face, and the muscles of Donovan’s arm flex as he inserts a finger in the other man.

Jason’s eyes shut, and his eyebrows knit. His jaw clenches a little.

I nuzzle against his neck and nibble his earlobe. “Relax,” I whisper to him. “Breathe.”

He does, exhaling deeply.

“How does that feel?” Donovan asks.

“Uh…strange,” Jason says.

“Bad strange or good strange?”

“Good. I think.” Jason wets his lips. “I can take more. Keep going.”

“Alright…here’s another finger.”

Jason groans at that one. I kiss and suck his neck and glance down at Donovan. Donovan is still watching Jason, carefully monitoring his face for any sign of discomfort. With his free hand, he takes Jason’s cock and starts to pump.

“Fuck,” Jason swears and arches into Donovan’s touch. His manhood swells under Donovan’s grasp, swiftly moving from half-mast to full.

“Good?” Donovan asks.

Jason buttons his bottom lip between his teeth briefly. “Yeah…” he murmurs. “Really good.”

There’s a hitch in his voice that makes me throb. I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pressure.

“You’re doing so well,” Donovan coaxes, reassuring. “I think you’re ready for me.”

“Yeah…” Jason sighs. “I want it.”

Donovan removes his hands from Jason, which makes the other man groan. He’s already hard, and he unwraps the condom, slipping it over himself. He positions himself between Jason’s legs and slowly eases inside of him.

Jason half whimpers. “Is that okay?” Donovan asks.

“Yeah,” Jason mutters. “Yeah…really good…just…slow…”

Donovan returns his fingers to Jason’s cock. He thrusts inside of him, slowly, and pumps him in time.

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