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)
I crack a smile. “I’m pretty fond of him, myself.”
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We visit some more and enjoy dessert while Dare dazzles Mom with his life experiences and future plans.
I ask if they want to watch a movie before he leaves, but Mom decides she’s going to head to bed a little early and give us time to ourselves.
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
I’m on the couch with Dare, his arms wrapped around me.
Mom smiles and waves me off. “You kids have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Dare waits until Mom is down the hall, then he kisses my neck and teases, “Your mom likes me.”
“Well, sure. Who wouldn’t love the generous, all-American charmer I just had dinner with?” I tease. “Now, if the Dare I know would like to come back out, he’s who I’d like to cuddle with while I watch this movie.”
“Hey, Mom’s approval is crucial to my Aubrey domination plan.”
He says it like he’s joking, but I don’t even know if he is anymore. “There he is,” I say dryly.
We cuddle up on the couch and pick a movie to watch. Dare behaves himself for the first half. I sit between his legs, his strong arms locked around me. He loves to have his arms around me, and I love it, too. Makes me feel safe and relaxed.
As we get nearer to the end of the movie, he starts distracting me. He pulls my hair away from my shoulder to expose my neck. I know as soon as he does it he’s about to cause trouble. My skin prickles in anticipation with only his eyes skimming the curve of my neck.
His finger follows. He places his fingertip at the top of my neck, just below my jawline, then he lightly traces the curve all the way down. My eyes drift closed when he does it again, and my body sinks back against his when he does it a third time. My body is primed for his attention, so when he slides his hand down my shirt and grabs my boob, my nipple is already hard for him.
“Maybe we should save this for the bedroom,” I say softly, shifting on his lap. “I don’t want my mom to—”
He grabs my jaw, turning my face up, and silences my objections with a hard kiss. He squeezes and caresses my breast as he kisses me, and as much as I really don’t want to do anything sexual on the couch in my living room, I can’t deny my body is swiftly siding with him.
Stupid body.
“Dare,” I murmur against his lips, but he doesn’t listen. The solid wall of him behind me moves, and I sink a little.
I start to sit up on my own, but Dare lets go of me, climbs on top of me, and shoves me back on the couch.
My pussy throbs, liking his roughness and the fact that I know where it’s leading.
He’s on top of me looking down, a dark gleam in his eyes. The room is dark but for the light of the TV. He looks a bit sinister, but also familiar now, and oh, so beautiful.
I reach up to caress his face.
He tugs his T-shirt off and tosses it on the ground.
Then, he slides his hands up under my shirt and tugs the fabric up until it’s off me.
I sigh at his utter disobedience as he tosses my shirt on the ground with his. I’m still in my bra and jeans, but when he starts to unbutton them, I grab his hands to try and stop him.
“Dare, we can’t do this here,” I whisper.
He doesn’t like being told no.
Or maybe he does.
Whether he does or he doesn’t, he grabs my wrists, pinning them above me on the couch, and leans in to murmur roughly, “I can do whatever I want to you, mermaid. Wherever I want to do it.”
My heart pounds. I surely didn’t agree to that.
I look up at him, his beautiful face shadowed in the dark room. “Please, let’s just go to my room.” When my words don’t move him and I feel him reaching around my back with his free hand to unclasp my bra, I kiss his neck. “Dare, please.”
My pussy throbs. I don’t know if it’s begging him or the helplessness I feel being pinned down while he completely fucking ignores my pleas to stop. Maybe it’s just because it’s him. Maybe he’s being an ass, but he smells and tastes and feels like the same person who made love to me last night because he is.
The material goes slack. He drags it off me and tosses it, his hand covering my breast immediately. “I fucking love your tits,” he rumbles, turning my tummy upside down and making it flutter at the same time. He dips his head and takes one in his mouth.