Page 23 of Double Dare
“You know what.”
“Do I?”
“Maybe it’s better if you just shut your fucking mouth,” he snaps at me, my grin spreading and my stomach clenching. “And your eyes.”
Hypocrite. He’s hard, so maybe he should be the one shutting his eyes. “Going to just stand there like an asshole?” I ask.
Not one to be cowed, he steps into the shower, pushing me back with nothing more than energy and sinister forces. My back hits the stone tiles and Kade ends up under my hot water. Well, no. Not happening. I’m not one to be bullied either. I step forward, our skin nearly grazing. That’s the game; the fight for the shower spray, and if he needs to play it in order to win something and have a reason to touch me, so be it. I turn my back, my ass grazing his cock.
I actually hear his teeth grind together, and then a mantra escapes him. “I won’t fuck her. I won’t fuck her. I won’t fuck her.”
“Maybe you’re the one who needs to shut your mouth,” I say.
His hands clamp on my hips, turning me to face him. “Laken, don’t fucking—”
I kiss him. Because this isn’t a game for me, and Kade has been holding back long enough. I’m done with hesitations. I’m done with denial. I’m done pretending I don’t want him, and I’m trying to be done feeling guilty about it.
He goes stark still, a pillar of restraint and coiled needs, ready to break but unsure if he’s allowed to. Hesitation lingers between us, but long-time desires muddle that hesitation, turning into a churn of confusion that becomes unbearable. When my hands move up his abs to hold steady on his pecs, he breaks.
“Fuck, Laken,” he groans.
Hands in my hair, messing it all up, he pulls me in tighter, meeting those desires he’s denied himself for so long. His mouth opens to deepen the kiss, and the steam of the shower has nothing on the heat of our connected bodies. At long last.
Lit up. Ignited. Burning. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips, vibrating against his tongue. I knew he’d be like this, demanding and authoritative with nothing but his mouth on mine and his hands in my hair. Even while he’s trying to be careful, he’s demanding the flow of our pace. Kade is the ultimate alpha, and it’s going to be a thrill to battle it out with him.
“You fucked up, Bossy,” he says against my lips, one hand getting brave enough to cup the back of my neck, squeezing so hard I wince as I look up at him. “You think you can tame me?”
No, but it’ll be fun to try. I grin at him.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me,” he complains, but it comes out as an accusation.
“Guess I lied.”
He grabs my ass, lifting me up to slam me into the stone wall. Oh, holy hell. This. This is it. His hard body pressed against mine, holding me up with a determination so strong a damn hurricane wouldn’t knock him over. His cock presses against my clit, lighting me up even more. I want to call myself cliché, to fall into the forbidden brother trope, to have one and want another, but it’s not like that. I don’t have one and want the other; I want both, and that, more than anything, is the single most selfish thing I’ve ever done. But Kade doesn’t give me the chance to feel like shit about it.
“No,” he barks at me when my legs tighten around his waist and my body starts rocking, seeking something it’s not yet allowed to have. “Not a fucking chance, Laken.” He grips my chin, forcing my eyes on his blazing green ones. “Since when am I the one with willpower?”
Since I finally found out what it feels like to be under his control. I heard Jed tell Kade not to fuck me, and I know this whole thing is a clusterfuck already, so respecting rules and listening to each other is going to be key. I nod at Kade, telling him I know. I know I’m pushing him and I’m sorry for it. I know we’re not allowed to do this yet. I know this thing has to move in slow motion so our feelings have time to catch up with our actions. I know.
But as all this goes through my mind, so do the past few days. The lying and evading the Dare’s questions, the stress of worrying about Dom and Liam, the hard decision I made to involve Rayne and Corbin when Dom specifically asked me not to. Begged me not to. The betrayal I felt for going against his wishes, and the shame that came from not being enough to help him once Liam got back home and needed support. Stress isn’t conclusive for me. It comes out as aggression and anger sometimes, but other times, it breaks me down and makes me tired. My mind and my body haven’t decided which formula they want to produce, and right here in the shower, Kade is watching all that flit through my eyes.
I open my mouth to tell him something, to explain it, to give him a reason why I’m being so unsure. It has nothing to do with him and what we’re doing, and everything to do with my mind being overwhelmed and my heart hurting for his brother. Luckily, Kade gets that.
“Shit, okay,” he says, shutting off the tap and carrying me out of the shower. “Give me permission, Laken.” He sets my ass on the vanity, my skin erupting into goosebumps. “Give me permission to get you off. Hurry up.” Demands. He’s good at them.
I want to obey this time. “Yes. Permission. Fuck.”
Those goosebumps both intensify and diminish when Kade shocks my system. No hesitation this time, he bends right down, pushes my body back, and runs his tongue over my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, spreading my legs with no shame. My feet land on his shoulders and his hands grip under my hips, holding me right where he wants me. My hands end up in his hair, and I’m a glutton for more, pushing his face against my pussy, needing all of him.
He’s so cocky he doesn’t even use his fingers. His tongue is enough, and he knows it. He licks down my center and back again, his lips suctioning around my clit hard enough to have my ass bucking off the vanity.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Fuck.”
Either from watching for so long or knowing my tells, Kade slows his pace, his tongue flicking against my clit to build me up. He sucks and licks and brings me to that precipice of pleasure and pain too easily, and in under a damn minute, I’m ready to burn alive.
“Told you I know you,” he says like a cocky asshole. “Come on. Don’t pretend you’re not there.”