Page 52 of Truth or Dare

“Truth or dare, baby?” I murmured.

Presley thought for a beat, then straightened, her voice bold. “Dare.”

I kept my lips close, my voice just a breath. “I dare you to meet me in the art studio. I want to be with you there, right now.”

Her eyes widened, and she let out a quiet gasp. “You mean… here? In school?”

I smirked, feeling my pulse quicken at the thought. “Do you want to?”

She fidgeted in her seat, cheeks flushing as she avoided my gaze, but I could feel her considering it. The idea had been on my mind since first period, the image of her sprawled out on one of those paint-splattered tables, waiting for me, tempting me. I could practically feel her beneath my hands.

“I can be quick,” I said, giving her a sly grin. “Besides, you took the dare.”

Her gaze lifted to meet mine, a spark of defiance there. “What if I don’t want you to be quick?”

I groaned softly, the tension sparking between us. “Then we wait until after school,” I whispered, “and I get to take my time with you. No interruptions. My mom’s out, and Alex is on a business trip in California.”

A slow smile spread across her lips, and she leaned in, her whisper barely audible. “Then we wait.”

Unable to resist, I brushed my lips over her ear, inhaling the sweet floral scent of her shampoo. I felt an ache rise within me, the urge to pull her close right here, consequences be damned. Beneath the table, I guided her hand to my thigh, letting her feel the effect she had on me. She stroked me through my jeans, hidden from sight by my coat, her touch light but enough to make me stifle a groan.

“What about cheerleading practice?” I murmured, forcing myself to focus.

She rolled her eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I’m quitting. It’s not me anymore. Besides, I won’t be cheering in college. Why bother?”

I chuckled, easing her hand away before I lost control. “I never thought you’d give it up.”

She didn’t answer, her gaze shifting to Evan, who was laughing with his friends, his arm draped around Neil’s shoulders. As Neil fawned over him, Evan shot me a look—a challenging glare. I knew that look too well. He wasn’t goingto let Presley go without a fight. To him, she was a trophy, the school’sitgirl, someone he believed he owned.

“Hudson, are you even listening?” Presley’s voice brought me back.

I turned to her. “Sorry, what did you say?”

She sighed. “I should have passed head cheerleader to Reagan ages ago. She’s always wanted it, and… it’s just not who I am.”

I took her hand, pressing it against my chest. “Presley, you don’t need any of that to be who you are.”

Her gaze softened. “I think I just needed to stop caring about what everyone thinks.”

I cupped her chin, tilting her face up to mine as I brushed my lips over hers. “Evan can’t give you anything you don’t already have. He never could.”

She hesitated, then whispered, “Let’s get out of here. Early.”

I grinned, heart pounding. “Let’s go.”

Presley cried out,arching into my mouth as I grazed her clit with my teeth, the sound breaking the silence of the room. She was splayed out on my bed, completely bare, her legs open and body glistening. I couldn’t get enough of her.

“Come for me, Pres,” I whispered, my voice husky against her heated skin.

Her body tensed, and I felt her pulse beneath my tongue as I circled it over her again. She clenched the sheets, her breaths growing shallow. Sliding a finger inside her, I found that hidden spot and pressed, sending her over the edge. Presley cried out, her whole body shuddering, giving herself fully to the wave of release.

“Oh God, that felt so freaking good,” she whispered, eyes half-closed and cheeks flushed.

I wiped my mouth and shifted beside her, grinning as she tugged at my shirt.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she murmured, impatience flashing in her eyes.

I chuckled, brushing my lips over her nose. “You’re so desperate. But remember, you asked for a dare—and you didn’t do it.”

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