Page 76 of Dare You to Run
“Nah. Don’t do that baby. How about I just get a room and we can stay there for the weekend?”
I sit up tall and place my hands on his shoulders. “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to waste money when we can stay here for free.”
He raises a brow at me with a smirk. “Dagen…I think I can afford to get a hotel room with my girl for the weekend.”
My stomach erupts with a swirl of butterflies in it hearing him call me hisgirl. “I know. You just drove such a long way, and now we have to find a hotel.”
He wiggles around, still holding me to him, and digs for his phone. With one hand, he slides his thumb across the screen. I try to sneak a peek at his screen, but he holds it higher and out of my view.
“Done. Go pack a bag,” he orders.
“Bossy.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it. Now hurry up.” He kisses my forehead and smacks my butt, urging me to get up and do as he’s told me.
I fidget, working to free my knees, then hurry off to my bedroom. My Louis duffle seems to be getting quite a bit of use as of late. I run into my bathroom, snatching my toothbrush and toothpaste from the holder, and pull open the cabinet under my sink to retrieve the toiletries I just unpacked days ago.
Rummaging through my dresser, pajamas, leggings, t-shirts, shorts, undergarments, all get tossed into my bag. I slip my feet into a pair of shoes then run back into the bathroom to grab a brush and my makeup bag. Five minutes of tornado-like chaos, and I’m back in the living room.
“So your last name is Dare? That’s not like a pen name, or whatever?” Lizzi, Sami and Mara all sit on the couch, their chins propped in their hands and all staring at Hendrix like he’s a greek statue come to life.
I won’t lie, he’s pretty amazing.
“Nope. It’s my real last name. My brothers and I changed our names when we were eighteen,” he tells them, a kind smile on his face.
It’s a very strange look as all I’ve seen when he speaks with people outside of his friends is a scowl that saysfuck offto anyone who dares to speak to him.
“Cool cool. So you have brothers? How many and do they look like you?”
A small, muffled chuckle vibrates in his chest and I hurry over to save him.
“He has two brothers and they do not look like him. I’ll be gone for the weekend so y’all better not die of alcohol poisoning.” I step to each friend and kiss their forehead. “Do the dishes. Go to your Saturday class. No, you do not need to buy another book. Love you.”
I give them each a little piece of advice before leaving and grab Hendrix by the hand, tugging him to his car, more than ready to spend some time with him.
Once we are both tucked inside his car and belted in, he reaches over to me and pulls my face to him. His lips land on mine, hard and lustfully, and finally delivers a real kiss. My mouth opens and a moan escapes, tasting him like he’s my favorite dessert. His fingers tangle in my hair and tug at my strands, and his teeth nip at my bottom lip.
“How far away is Hotel Gatsby?” He asks me, mouth still glued to mine.
“Ten minutes. Straight down Franklin Street.”
“I’ll make it in five,” he says and pulls away. “Hold on tight.” The engine revs and he throws it into drive.
A blaring screech fills the night air, but Hendrix Dare has filled my heart.
THIRTY
Dagen sitson the edge of the bed, her chest heaving with labored breaths and her eyes large as baseballs.
I walk over to the window and push open the drapes, letting in the glow of the moon and city lights to illuminate the room. I turn and lean up against the cool glass and fold my arms over my chest, one leg over the other.
“Take off your clothes, little mouse.” Her arms and legs tremble as she stands up, and I watch the way she rolls her shirt over her head with fingers that shake like tree branches in the wind.
She reaches behind and unclasps her bra, then lets it slide down her arms, freeing her full tits to me. Her black shorts fall to her feet followed by her thin white panties. Stepping out one foot at a time, it only takes her moments to stand bare before me.
“Rub your nipples. Get them nice and hard.” Her hands glide up her body, softly caressing her curves.
Her fingers roll her nipples, tweaking them and pulling them into hard points. Her mouth falls open on a sigh and her eyes glaze over. The way she toys with her nipples sends a shock to her pussy. I can tell by the way she presses her thighs together.
