Page 123 of Double Dare

“So fucking sexy, Laken,” he says his favorite line. “I have a god complex right now,” he laughs. “I feel like I could break you.”

“You can’t.” I challenge him with a look when his eyes snap to mine in the mirror. “You can’t.” He won’t.

He likes that, and it gives him confidence. No longer concerned with being too gentle, he snugs up his slippery grip on my hips and slams into me so hard my stomach presses into the vanity. There he is, the caveman, dominant, alpha male that I fell for the first night I gave him the eight-minute challenge.

I haven’t been able to orgasm from anal yet, but Jed looks determined to make it happen. His slicked up fingers massage my clit and he gains a confidence that has him pushing and pulling on my hips, changing the angle until he finds the one that has me moaning.

My eyes want to close, but I force them to stay on his. Watching him take charge of a situation is one of the hottest things I’ve seen, and when he catches me watching, the smirk that follows is even sexier.

“You like that, love?” he rasps against the back of my neck. “My cock feel good in your tight ass?”

“Mhm,” I purse my lips to breathe through my nose. “But I can’t see.”

His green eyes spark with the memory from that night in Ketchikan. “You wanna watch, Laken?”

I nod, groaning when he pulls out to spin me around. He lifts me up until my ass is barely on the edge of the vanity, his lips on mine for a desperate second of connection.

“Fuck, put your arms around my neck so I can hold you up,” he demands while his hands spread my thighs and hold me in place. “And watch me fuck your ass, Laken.”

Our foreheads roll together to look down, and even though I’m folded up like one of those electronic beds, I can see. I’m slipping around in the spare lube, but Jed has a firm hold on me. Without using his hands, he lines his thick, hard cock up and groans as he enters.

Oh my god, that’s hot. I obviously can’t see my own ass, but…to watch him fill me and know I can take it, to feel him stretching me, to breathe his air and revel in the strength of both our bodies…wow. The visual adds a whole new level of hotness to this, and I let out a strangled moan that proves how much I like it.

“Fuck, Laken. You feel so good like this,” he purrs, rocking his hips and giving me a show. He pulls out slowly, slides in even slower, and then he rocks us together until my body picks up the rhythm to match his.

This is my favorite thing about Jed—the way our bodies know how to synchronize. It doesn’t take demands and orders; it’s all about a level of connectivity that comes from pure instinct and trust in each other. And not just trust, but a level of desire I never knew existed.

I fucking want him, and he wants me, and we aren’t afraid to show it.

“Still love your own POV, Jed?” I rasp, tangling my fingers in the hair at his nape.

“You have no fucking idea, Laken.”

Oh, I do because I love my own POV, too. Seriously, the luckiest girl in the world.

It’s still lively in the living room by the time we wash off the lube and clean up. Gen and Four, Dom and Liam, and Kade are all sitting around talking, but the two couples look ready to split off and have their own fun.

Kade grins at me, licking his lips and beckoning me over to him. I go, just because he’s a wet dream come to life. “How’s your ass, Bossy?”

In a pair of pajamas, I put my ass right in his face. He smacks it and answers his own question. “Perfect.” He pulls me down and wraps an arm around my shoulder.

“How was snowmobiling?” I ask the guys, settling in between my boys. “Did you go backcountry or stick to the trails?”

Dom laughs. “We tried to stick to the trails, but these two fucks kept veering off.” He points at Jed and Kade; ever seeking adrenaline and the next rush.

“Fuck off, Dom. You two disappeared for a whole hour.” Jed grins at Liam, who doesn’t deny that they probably went off for a quickie.

“Who tops and who bottoms?” Kade just outright asks, so I smack him. “Or vers?”

Dom pulls Liam in tight, not answering. He likes watching them try to figure it out on their own.

I already know that answer because Liam is a chatter, but I’m not going to spill it. They’ll learn it on their own eventually. I wink at Liam and he winks back.

I’m not even tipsy anymore, but the fatigue that comes with a night of drinking isn’t hitting yet. I’m on a terrible sleep schedule since my slip in the bathroom, and I switched from being a morning person to a night owl, and I don’t really like it.

Four and Gen head out to the hot tub, and Liam and Dom take the spare room, which leaves me with Kade and Jed and contentment.

“All fucked out, Bossy?” Kade asks.