Page 23 of Dare You to Run
“Kinsley told me that you and your friends invented some safety gear. Is that what I was wearing last night?”
“Brothers,” he replies, his tone cold yet flat.
“Huh? I thought your company was called Dare.”
“You said Malik and Danté are my friends, but they’re my brothers.” He rests his phone on his lap and gives me his full attention. “And yes. The jacket and helmet you wore are Dare Inc. I wouldn’t have anyone on my bike wearing anything else.”
“Oh. Cool.” It’s a brilliant response, I know, but it’s the only one I got.
He picks up his phone again and I decide it’s time for me to go. A person can only handle being ignored for so long, and I’ve met my limit.
I drink down the rest of my coffee in three big gulps, and burn my damn throat in the process. I stand from his dreamy couch and return to the kitchen where I rinse out my mug and place it in the sink.
“Thank you for the coffee. In addition to all of the other things. I really appreciate it.” I pass him a small smile and make for the back door.
“Why don’t you and Kins come back down in about thirty minutes for breakfast. You should eat and I was just about to fix myself something before I leave for work.” My face must contort into something awful because he adds, “I know there isn’t anything, but candy and sodas up in the loft apartment. Just come eat.”
“Oh-kay. Thanks.” I run the time it will take to shower and brush my teeth and come back looking human.
My hand grabs the cool metal handle and just as I pull the door open, Hendrix calls out, “Oh and Dagen.” I look over my shoulder at him. “I lied. I saw everything.”
My heart drops to my stomach and the jerk has the nerve to just smile and wink. He licks his bottom lip and now I’m rushing to the shower to cool the heat building between my legs.
Damn that gorgeous jerk.
NINE
I scrubmy face like the soap and hot water are going to wash away what happened with Dagen this morning.
From finding her all cuddled up on my deck chair, her green eyes glowing from the morning sun, to watching her tit fall out of her top, her brown nipple pebbled and looking like it wanted to be trapped between my teeth has my head swirling. Cap it all off with me inviting her back for breakfast and I was totally fucked. Sharing a meal with that girl, watching the way her lips wrapped around a fork and the way her tongue licked the drop of syrup that stuck to it, was the worst kind of torture. At one point, I choked on my fucking bacon, little bits flying out everywhere, when she moaned and closed her eyes upon taking a bite of her pancake. It wasn’t even anything fancy. Just some box mix with a little buttermilk, but she acted as if it were heaven in her mouth.
She was fresh faced with wet hair, obviously showered for the day, and clad in denim shorts and a simple white t-shirt. But the outline of her nipples poked right through the flimsy material of her bra and t-shirt. Was she even wearing a bra?Fuck.
Meanwhile, Kinsley looked like she’d been tumble dried in a tornado. Her hair was everywhere and she still wore her pajamas which were the same ones that Dagen had been wearing earlier. Let’s not forget the eyeliner that was smeared across her eyes, and you had a contrast between the two that was wider than the Mississippi River.
Her voice rings loud in my head, her tone breathy when she said, “I wish there was a way I could repay your hospitality. But other than what my Dad pays for the repairs to the car, there isn’t much I can offer.”I wanted to tell her there were plenty of ways to repay me. Starting with her on her knees, those big green eyes zeroed in on me as I fucked her from behind.
Kinsley snorted when she said those words and I didn’t even have to look at her face to see she was holding in a laugh, her blue eyes bulging and cheeks red. It’s a face that we all are very familiar with. She’s become an unofficial little sister and as much as she drives me nuts, we love her.
Which is why I can’t be too mad at her for bringing Dagen into my life. Yesterday I was ready to strangle her when she and Miss Shirley offered my loft to Dagen. Or rather, forced me to offer it to her. Then the bike ride that I know she was in cahoots with Malik and Danté, had me ready to blow her hair back. But the moment I felt Dagen’s hands wrap around my torso and her head lay on my back when I popped my front tire, I let all of that aggravation go.
Riding with her on the back of my bike last night was a struggle, because all I wanted to do was throw her down on my bed and ravage her. Each time her fingers dug into my sides, every laugh, every hoot, only made me want her more. The last fifteen minutes of our ride I had to talk myself out of throwing her over my shoulder and locking her in my room once we were home.
I don’t know how I’m going to keep my sanity in check for the next thirteen days. I can only hope the guys at the shop can move her repairs to the front of the line.
I press my hands flat against the shower wall and drop my head, letting the water pelt my neck and shoulders. When my eyes close, the sight of Dagen with her tits on full display waiting for me to feast on is vivid and far too real.
I fist my hardening cock and tug it, feeling it grow harder in my hand with each stroke. I think about her body, wet and slick as she coats herself in soap. I can picture her soft hands running up and down her body, caressing all the places I wish I could be. The places I want my dick to be, sliding in out of her wet pussy.
I squeeze and tug once more on my thick shaft and I’m shooting off, cum hitting the tiled shower wall and sliding down the slick tiles. My chest heaves and I see stars and I wait for my breathing to recover. But I don’t think any amount of recovery time is going to help because this is a feeling that Dagen can incite by simply smiling.
I am so fucked.
The sound of the torque wrench and air compressor is like a riot for most people. But for me it’s a soothing sound, almost like a white noise one would play at night to help them fall asleep. It calms me, and right now it’s also helping drown out the thoughts of Dagen that are running unrestrained in my mind.
I stare blankly at a spreadsheet, my eyes trying to make sense of the numbers while my brain has completely checked out, when my door is thrown open.
“If you don’t get on that girl then Danté will.” Malik comes walking into my office dressed in chinos and a pressed button up shirt.
