Page 44 of Truth or Dare

“Why?” I asked, my hand slipping up the back of her sweater, meeting her bare skin. She shivered at my touch, pressing closer.

She closed her eyes. “I just… couldn’t anymore. But I wrote one more, the day I saw you in the cafeteria. I poured it all out—everything I’d held in since you left. I needed to get it out, all the hurt, the anger.”

I cupped her face gently, tipping her chin until her eyes met mine. “Presley, you don’t need to write anything anymore. I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her fingers drifted lower, grazing my ribs and igniting a trail of heat through me. Every nerve in my body was attuned to her, the feel of her fingers, the sound of her breath, the way her gaze held a hint of vulnerability. I’d imagined her a thousand different ways over the years, but nothing compared to the real her, right here.

She looked down, her voice barely a murmur. “I didn’t understand why you stopped contacting me. But I get it now. I should throw the letter away—it’s silly, selfish. You went through something I can’t imagine.” Her hand found mine, and she squeezed it gently. “Losing your dad… I don’t know what I’d do if I lost mine.”

My hands slipped to her hips, gripping them with a quiet intensity, and she straddled me, pressing her forehead to mine. “Pres…” I breathed, her name a plea. She kissed me then, soft and lingering, until it grew more urgent, more desperate. The taste of her filled me—cherries, something warm and sweet I couldn’t name. She moaned softly, shifting her hips against me, igniting something raw and primal.

The sweater she wore had slipped down her shoulder, and I buried my face between her collarbones, breathing her in. She gasped, pulling the fabric aside as I kissed her neck, trailing lower. Her breaths were coming faster now, a whisper of anticipation.

“Hudson,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whimper.

She was so close, her head tipped back as she pressed against me, and I froze, catching her hips and halting her movements. Her eyes snapped open, dark with need.

“Hudson… I was almost there,” she whispered, a hint of frustration in her tone.

I grinned, my voice rough. “I know, Pres.” I cupped her cheek, searching her eyes. “I want you—every inch of you.” My gaze held hers, heavy with unspoken promises. “I need to taste you.”

She melted into my arms, whispering, “Yes… truth or dare?”

I raised an eyebrow, and she smiled coyly. “Truth.”

“Yours or mine?”

She let out a soft laugh. “Mine,” she said, her hand slipping beneath my shirt. Her heart pounded against her chest, mirroring my own.

I stood, lifting her as her legs wrapped around me. Her hair brushed my arms, and she buried her face against my neck, breathing heavily.

“What?” I asked.

“I’d rather you fuck me. I want to come on your cock.”

My dick jolted against the zipper of my jeans, and I stifled a groan. I wanted that but I wanted it all. I wanted to taste every inch of her sweet body before I slide inside her dripping cunt.

“You will but I have other things I want to do to you. Presley, you have no idea how many times I jerked off to you.”

She locked her ankles at the small of my back as I carried her into my room. My parents wouldn’t come down here to check on me. As long as my truck was in the driveway, they would trust I was home for the evening. I gently placed her on my bed and stood over her while she opened her jeans.

I yanked them at the ankles, and they slid down her legs then I dropped them at the bottom of the bed.

“Your turn,” she said, pulling off her sweater.

I sucked in a breath at the sight of her pink lace bra. Her matching panties were cut high revealing her slender hips. I got undressed down to my boxers. I didn’t think my dick could get harder, but it did.

“You’re beautiful. I knew you would look like this,” I said.

Her taut legs quivered in anticipation. I sat on the edge of the bed, hooking my fingers in her panties. The panel between her legs was soaked and my mouth watered thinking about how she would taste. She put her hands over mine and I looked at her with confusion.

CHAPTER 13

Presley

Iheld Hudson’s hands, and we stared at each other for a moment. A war was going on in my head. I wanted this. I thought about it over the past few years and seeing Hudson again told me that the chemistry that started as puppy love five years ago was now bordering on a full-blown romance.

I gave a strangled cry of his name. “Huddy.”

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