Page 98 of Truth or Dare

She stopped pacing, her shoulders stiffening. “I don’t owe you anything, Hudson. You left. You disappeared, and nowyou think you can just walk back into my life like nothing happened?”

“Yeah,” I said simply.

Her laugh was bitter, her voice cracking with emotion. “That’s all you’ve got? I loved you, you asshole.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You still love me. Don’t lie to me or yourself.”

There’s something more. My eyes swung to the green notebook. It holds a secret she can’t tell me. I waited for her to answer me, and her jaw moved but nothing came out of her mouth. I couldn’t help myself even with the faint scent of Vicks Vaporub in the air or the balled-up tissues in her garbage can.

I pressed my lips to hers and for a moment, she didn’t respond until I licked the seam of her mouth. Presley opened for me as her hands wove around my back, bringing me closer to her. And then we fumbled with each other’s clothing. I slipped my hands under her sweatshirt, palming her breasts.

She softly moaned in my mouth, taking her hands from my back to work on my belt. We couldn’t stop even with her brother on the other side of the wall and our parents downstairs. Our connection was magnetic. With her sweatpants kicked off her ankles and my dick free, the tip soaked with precum, I lifted her in my arms.

I lowered her onto me, her plush, wet cunt enveloping me. I sighed, railing her against the wall. If we got caught, I couldn’t stop. I found her mouth again, my tongue spearing inside, tangling with her own. She tasted sweet like honey. My arms burned with exertion as she clung to my shoulders.

I tore my mouth from hers and pressed my lips to her ear. “I fucking love you, Presley Rossi. You can’t do this to me again. You just can’t,” I groaned.

“I don’t want to,” she panted.

I fucked her harder, coaxing her orgasm and restraining mine until she came. I bit her neck, marking her with my teeth. Presley was mine. Evan Braddock would never claim her heart because it belonged to me. She clenched around me, and I muffled her moans as she climaxed with my mouth, sucking the sound into my throat.

I followed, emptying everything pent up for the last two weeks inside her until it leaked down her thighs. When we finished, I buried my face in her throat as the room was filled with our heavy breathing. Seconds later, she was sobbing and I carried her to the bed with our union still intact.

“Shhh, Pres, don’t cry.”

I tightened my hold on her and she did the same, not moving even when her mother called us for dinner, her voice carrying up the stairs.

“I love you. I love you so much. I’m ending it with him.”

I wiped the tears from her cheeks. “We should go down,” I croaked, my throat clogged with emotion.

She nodded and I lifted her off me. She handed me some tissues and I wiped my withering dick. We jumped when Neil knocked at the door.

“Mom said to get down to dinner,” he yelled.

“You go,” she said. “I need to wash up and put on some jeans.”

“I’ll wait,” I said as I tucked myself in and closed my pants.

I couldn’t help staringat Presley across from me. I was semi hard thinking about what we did a short while ago. Two weeks was far too long not to be inside her. I dug into my steak, slicingoff a piece and sliding it off my fork. Her foot touched my leg, her socked toes wiggling against my knee.

I ground the meat between my teeth as my cock swelled. I’d slept with my share of girls before Presley, but I was always in control - until her. I wanted to ditch dinner and get her on her back again. No one paid attention as conversation swirled around us, our parents discussing the club, work and tennis games.

She cleared her throat, licking a remnant of mashed potatoes from her kiss swollen lips. I continued to eat, concentrating on my food so I didn’t on my erection. Fifteen uncomfortable minutes later and we finished our meal.

“Can we be excused?” Presley asked.

Her father leaned back in his chair. “Put your plates in the dishwasher before you go upstairs.”

Presley smiled and rose from her chair. I made sure my sweater was over my jeans to hide my obvious arousal. Neil joined us then ran upstairs, probably to play his game. As Presley loaded the dishwasher and I wrapped my arm around her waist, rubbing myself on her ass.

“Fuck, Hudson,” she whispered.

“Hurry,” I whispered back.

I knew we were taking a chance but Neil wouldn’t bother us since his music was playing and our parents were engaged in conversation. She flicked the lock on the door.

“I want you naked,” I said.

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