Page 15 of Dare (Fighting Fate)

My apartment wasn’t very far away—only three blocks from where we’d been—but it felt like an eternity before Wyatt was pulling into a parking space and helping me from the car again. Wrapping his arm around me, he pulled me into his side as we moved down the path. I didn’t even bother pretending I’d be capable of unlocking the door. I just pulled the keys out of my handbag and passed them over to Wyatt without a word.

Once the door was open, he waited for me to move inside, but I hadn’t gone far before his hands claimed my hips from behind, his breath warm and arousing as it touched my ear. “And I had such grand plans to do very naughty things to you tonight,” he said, his voice deep and dangerous.

Heat spread through my body. “I like naughty,” I said, but instead of sounding aroused, I sounded like I had a dozen marbles crammed inside my mouth. “What kind of things?”

Edging me forward, he spun me around so we were chest to chest, then he slowly pushed me back until I was spread out on the couch and he was crawling over the top of me. As his hot breath blew over the exposed skin on my neck, I arched my back, baring my neck to him further. Then, with a touch so soft I thought it may have been my imagination, he brushed his lips down my throat, his wet tongue taking slow, erotic licks.

“I want to tie you up, Jess,” he said. “I want to see you spread out before me, at my mercy.” Taking my hands, he lifted them until they were above my head, crossed at my wrists. “I would tie you up like this, and then I would blindfold you, so you could only hear and feel me.”

My eyes closed as I listened to him, his words sending messages to different parts of my body, bringing it to life. But the alcohol in my system didn’t want anything to do with it. It forced a darkness behind my lids. One I wasn’t ready for. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I wanted to know what his fantasies were.

Fighting it back, I opened my eyes again, the room spinning and blurring as I tried to focus on his face.

“That’s my fantasy, Jess. I want to see you just like that. Mine to stroke, touch, kiss, taste, until you’re insane with desire.” His hand tightened on my wrists as he ran the tip of his nose down the side of my neck. “And then, while I’m teasing you, bringing you closer and closer to falling apart, someone comes into the room.” I stilled, confused by his words. “They don’t do anything,” he said. “They just watch us, so aroused by what they see, they need to touch themselves.”

My head spun. Holy shit. I couldn’t believe he actually fantasized about someone watching us. I didn’t know why, but the image his words brought to my head did something strange to my body. And I thought I actually liked it.

“I love the idea of what the sight of us fucking could do to a guy, Jess,” he said huskily. “He’d be so fucking turned on—so hard he’d have to touch himself, make himself

come—all because of what we were doing.”

Somewhere in the dazed state I was in, I knew I was aroused, but both my mind and my body were failing me. I just couldn’t seem to make myself respond. I didn’t know why the idea of a guy getting himself off while watching us sounded so hot, but it did.

“Does that turn you on, Jess?” he growled, lightly biting my lobe. “Would you like someone to watch us fuck? While I take my cock and slowly push inside you?”

Wyatt emphasized his words by brushing his fingers over my crotch. I moaned something that sounded a lot like yes—even to my own impaired ears.

His hand paused between my legs, pressing. “You want someone to watch you, Jess? You want someone to pound their cock while I make you come?” His fingers started moving again. “Is that what you want, Jess?”

Somewhere inside my head, I was confused. Wyatt hadn’t spoken to me like this before. Ever. I mean, he’d talked about fucking me in the ass and other such things, but nothing so graphic. I wondered if it was because I was so drunk.

But I couldn’t think of that right now. I was seriously struggling to stay awake. All I knew was that the arousal in his voice turned me the hell on. It made me want to agree, to it all, right here and now, but there was still one tiny part of my brain that seemed to be able to think clearly, and she knew it was a seriously crazy idea.

Chapter 10

Eli

It was the longest night of my life. Between watching Zac incessantly flirt with every girl who came within four feet of him, and drinking nothing but soda, I was ready to bang my head against a wall. I had no idea how Noah did any of this surveillance shit. It was as boring as watching paint dry.

Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it—I’d missed seeing Jess before she and Wyatt had left for the night. I wasn’t sure why they’d left so early, but I was glad Jess was out of harm’s way.

Taking a sip of my soda, I watched a dainty blonde girl smile at Zac as she sauntered past him, my gaze narrowing when I watched him grin, causing the girl to pause her steps and start flirting with him instead.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re finding Zac so fascinating tonight?” Brad asked, the fucker settling in beside me with a fresh beer in his hand.

Deciding I wasn’t going to lie to my best friend, I glanced at him and shrugged. “Secret Noah business.”

Brad frowned, his mind visibly ticking over with difficulty. I watched his gaze shift over to Zac before the crease between his brows deepened. “I’m confused. Why would Noah be interested in Zac?” It took a few seconds, but eventually his eyes rounded. “Seriously? Is he selling?”

I sighed. “No. And you know nothing, all right? It’s supposed to be confidential.”

“I still don’t get it, though,” he said, shifting on his feet. “If he’s not selling, why are you watching him?”

“That would be a good question, if I was able to answer it,” I said carefully.

Brad rolled his eyes. “Tell Noah I said he’s a jerk. He’s turned you into the worst friend a guy could have at a party.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said, throwing him a dry look. “I have my own rant already prepared.”

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