Page 57 of Dare You to Run
“I don’t know!” We shout at one another like two lovers caught in a quarrel, drawing the attention of everyone in earshot.
We’re in a standoff, waiting for the other to make the first move, whatever that may be. My body tingles while his eyes drink me in. With the passing of another tense moment, we both lunge and grab for each other. Our lips crash and our hands feel their way around like a blind person trying to make sense of what lies beneath them.
Hendrix circles his hands around my waist and boosts me up, my legs immediately wrapping around him. I feel his fingers dig into my ass and he groans into my mouth. I’m so wet right now that if I stood up, I’m sure it would puddle to the ground.
He rips his lips away from mine and pants, “Get that fucking helmet on your head now.”
Still in his strong hold, he removes me from clinging to him, sets me on his bike and tosses the helmet at me. He yanks his off the handle it hangs from and tugs it on, then quickly shoves his arms into his jacket like it pissed him off.
With the pop of his clutch and push of a button, his bike fires up and we’re peeling out of the parking lot with a screech and trail of dust.
I look over my shoulder and see the faces of those still on the beach. I can’t make out any of their expressions, but some of the men have their hands raised in victory. Danté is not one of them.
I’m over what he thinks of me. Right now I’m on fire and only Hendrix can cool the flames.
TWENTY-TWO
Her hands roam upand down my chest and every opportunity I have, I reach back and stroke her leg.
I knew that fucking game would be a disaster tonight. A beach night never ends innocently. But tonight I prayed that it would. Then Soria had to go and give me that bullshit dare. What’s worse is that I have a feeling Danté put her up to it.
Whatever he was or wasn’t a part of doesn’t matter. What does matter is getting Dagen to a place where I can let my carnal cravings loose. And since my house is more than thirty minutes away, the shop it is.
Neither of us speaks as we ride. The sound of the wind whipping past us as I drive eighty miles an hour, weaving in and out of cars, is the only thing we hear. But when we pull into the garage amongst the cars still being worked on, Dagen tenses.
“I thought we were going back to your house?”
I walk my bike to a stop and drop the kickstand. “Too far. I needed you ten minutes ago.”
I turn off the motor and quickly jump off, pulling Dagen with me. It’s another frantic grab at clothing to free ourselves.T-shirts here, shorts there, shoes wherever, everything is tossed until we both stand naked.
I advance on Dagen, pushing her back until she runs into her silver BMW that is parked conveniently right beside where my bike is. She falls to the hood and surges from the cold. My hand slides into her hair and I rip her head back.
Her lips part, begging to be kissed. “What are you waiting for, Mr. Big Bad Wolf? Aren’t you going to gnash and claw at your scared little mouse?”
“Is that what you want Dagen?” She spreads her legs, wrapping one foot around me and tugging closer to where she wants me.
Her head nods as she bites her lip, and she arches her back offering her tits to me. I dip my head and flick each nipple with my tongue. Her breathy moan is music to my ears. I kiss my way down her body, circling my tongue around her belly button before moving further down. She tries to clamp her legs shut and I lift my head to look at her.
“Open up, Dagen.”
“You don’t have to do that. Let’s just skip it.” She wiggles her fingers, trying to get me to climb my way back up.
“Fuck no. I’ve been dying to bury my face between your thighs and drink from your sweet pussy. There’s no stopping me.”
She stares at me, her chest heaving with apprehension. With our eyes still glued to each other, I descend her body and inhale the delicious scent that floats and drowns my senses. I spread her legs wide with my hands on her thighs, and I slip my tongue between her drenched lips.
My eyes roll when her nectar floods my taste buds. She’s better than I remember. My tongue swipes up and down her seam like a hungry cat lapping up milk. If this was my last meal, I’d happily die right between these creamy thighs.
I move my head side to side, trying to crawl inside of her as deep as I can. My tongue plunges in and out, drawing more from her.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Hendrix,” she begs and reluctantly I pull away.
I replace my tongue with my dick and we both moan in pure content. It’s a relief to finally settle into where I belong. Where I’ve belonged all along. I just never knew it.
Dagen’s back sticks to the hood of the car as she tries to anchor herself to something solid to stop from climbing the walls.
“I wonder what daddy would say if he knew I fucked his little girl on the hood of his car,” I grunt, slamming into her. “He doesn’t know his princess is a dirty vamp who likes to get fucked hard by a bad, bad man.”
