Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Before I can swing around to punch this guy, Dare shows up, arms crossed, looking pissed. And for some reason, that turns me on. A lot.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he says, eyes narrowed, and it takes me a minute to realize his intentions, my eyes widening with understanding.
Luigi backs up, hands held high in surrender. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know.”
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” Dare warns, before turning to me. “Come with me.” He holds out his hand and I take it, before he leads me toward the door. I look back for Sutton—who is currently still grinding on Mario—knowing I shouldn’t just disappear. But, I’m powerless to this feeling, and I want to see where it leads.
So, I follow.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. But from the moment I saw her dancing to “Monsters,” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She didn’t dance for anyone else, didn’t care or even notice who was watching. Then, I saw that asshole touching her, and I could see that she wasn’t into it, even from where I stood.
I have no business touching Logan, let alone dragging her off to my shop. But here I am, pushing open the door and leading her to the drawing room in the back of the shop. There are a few people hanging out, playing pool in the main waiting room, but most people are over at the bar.
Logan’s eyes are wide as she takes in her surroundings. She’s never been back here before. The place is deceptively big. When you first walk in, all you see are the front desk, a small sitting area, and some of our shop’s merch. You’d never know all this was back here. We have a piercing booth, which is really more of a room, and four stations in the main room. Then, there’s the big waiting room, a sitting area with a fireplace, a bar, a pool table, vending machines, the works. Plus, another room for even more stations if we had them, a bathroom, and a soundproof drawing room. Which is where I’m taking Logan.
“What are we doing?” she asks, pressing her back flat against the closed door.
“I don’t fucking know,” I say honestly, walking to the other side of the room before I rest my palms on my desk behind me, putting some much-needed distance between us. I’m the one who brought her here. Seeing her in that dress, feeling that soft body against mine…temporary insanity. That’s what it was. Except, I still want to pin her to the wall.
“We could play a game?” she suggests innocently, then her teeth dig into her bottom lip, thighs squeeze together. She’s…turned on.
“What do you have in mind?” My hands clench the edge of the desk, keeping me anchored to my spot.
“Truth or Dare, of course,” she says mischievously.
“Real original,” I taunt. “I choose Truth.”
“Hmm,” she says thoughtfully, her fingertip pressed against her red lips. “What’s your real name?”
The question throws me. No one ever asks that. I’ve always been Dare, and no one’s ever questioned it. I haven’t been called my given name in years. I decide to tell her, if only to hear what it would sound like from her lips.
“Stefan.” It’s been so long since I’ve said that name out loud.
Logan’s head cocks to the side, as if I’ve surprised her. “Really? I would have guessed Darren or Derek or something.”
“My last name is Adair. Being the scrawny kid in foster care with a name like Stefan? Not exactly intimidating. But Dare was. One of the other kids started it and it stuck.” I shrug. I’ve been Dare longer than I was ever Stefan, but somehow, it still feels like mine. Like most people would feel about their childhood bedroom or their old favorite song.
“Okay, Stefan,” she says, emphasizing my name, and fuck if I don’t like the way it sounds. She saunters over to me, not stopping until she stands between my spread legs. She brings her mouth close to my ear, her dark hair swinging forward and brushing my lips. “I choose Dare,” she whispers, her lips touching the shell of my ear. I feel my dick swell in my suit pants, but I don’t move my hands from my desk.
“I dare you to let me kiss you.” My voice comes out huskier than intended.
Logan swallows hard, and my eyes follow the movement in her throat. “A kiss? That’s it?” she says, challenging, but I see the nerves she’s trying to hide and the pulse fluttering in her neck.
My hands are on her in an instant, roughly turning her so we switch places, her ass on the desk, and me in between her thighs. I fist her hair at the base of her head and tug back, just a little…testing, hinting at how I want it. She closes her eyes, letting a little moan slip free. I ghost my lips along her neck, and she waits, eyes still closed, for me to make my way to her mouth.