Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
He nods. He certainly looks serious. Stroking my face, he says, “Yes, really. I can’t promise I’ll always be easy to deal with, but I can promise I will always be there for you, whatever you need. I’ve tried showing you that even in the middle of all this fucking madness. I’m serious about you, Aubrey. Of course you can trust me. You’ve just gotta let yourself.”
I like what he’s saying, and I want to be able to trust him.
I did before, so maybe I can again.
Maybe it will be different this time, too. This time, I’ll actually know who I’m giving my trust to.
The reality of him is clear now, and if I renew my commitment to trusting him… this time, my eyes are open.
It feels wrong, but it also feels right.
It’s definitely the only way forward.
“Okay,” I say. “I trust you.”
He smiles and it makes my tummy feel funny. He leans down and kisses me, then settles his arms around me. I absently rub his back as our bodies relax again so we can go to sleep in each other’s arms.
This feels nice. We feel close again.
I know all of our problems aren’t magically wiped away, but for the first time since I walked into school Monday morning and found out what Dare was truly capable of… I feel hope.
Chapter thirty-eight
Aubrey
“Hey baby, I’ll be over later sometime after your mom’s in bed. Make sure you’re dolled up for me.”
I smile at the winky face as I reread the text Dare sent me earlier. I’m used to him coming over when Mom’s in bed, so I’ve been wearing cute pajamas and no bra—often no panties, too.
Tonight, I tie my hair up in a ponytail and spritz myself with this yummy body spray he bought me. I gloss my lips with a moisturizing balm but no lipstick because he doesn’t like to get it all over his face. For PJs, I change into a sexy little pink silk crop top and sleep shorts duo he bought for me. It’s too sexy to wear in front of Mom, but Dare will undress me before he fucks me, anyway. I’ll change into something more modest in the morning after he sneaks out.
I climb into bed and strategically drape my crop top so he can see the under curve of my tits and snap a picture of myself in bed.
“See you soon,” I text back, attaching the picture.
“Christ,” he sends back immediately. “Not soon enough.”
I chuckle and reach over to put my phone on charge, then I curl up in bed to rest a bit before he gets here and inevitably wears me out.
When my eyes open again, I can feel Dare’s hand sliding down the curve of my ass. Arousal sweeps over me instantaneously as I hug my pillow, parting my legs so he can slide his hand between my thighs and touch my pussy.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, putting a knee on the bed.
I’m in the mood, big time, so I roll my hips. He grabs them and kneels on the bed behind me, bringing his hardening cock against my ass.
I sink back on him and grind a little.
“Fuck, baby.”
I smile. “Get in bed. I rested up. I’m ready for you.”
“I wish I could,” he says.
I frown, tugging my hips out of his grasp and taking a seat on my butt. “You can’t?”
My bedroom is dark and Dare is still fully dressed. He’s wearing dark wash jeans, and a black jacket with a black hoodie underneath.
“Were you out burgling before you came over?” I tease.
He smirks, pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me. “Maybe.”
I spread my thighs and wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him down on me, but he’s too strong and I end up just hanging on him like a monkey. I don’t care. I’m turned on and I’ve been waiting for him all night. I lift myself and rub my needy pussy against him.
He slides his hand up the leg hole of my shorts and groans when he finds I’m not wearing panties.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss his neck.
“I bet you’re already wet for me, huh?” he murmurs, pushing a finger into me.
It slides in, the passage eased by how wet my pussy already is.
“Fuck, Aubrey.”
“Yes,” I say, grinning mischievously. “Fuck Aubrey.”
He pulls his finger out of me and lights up my phone, glancing at the display like he’s debating whether or not he has time. He looks vaguely agitated, but he undoes his pants and whips his cock out, anyway.
“This has to be quick,” he tells me.
He pulls my sleep shorts off and keeps them bunched up in his hand. He smacks my ass and tells me to get on my hands and knees with my ass in the air.