Page 26 of Double Dare
“You know what I want.”
I press my cock against her ass. “This?”
“Yes.” She reaches back to push my sweatpants down. “Fuck me so I can sleep.”
Gladly. I bend her legs, reach between our bodies, and slide her underwear down. She’s wet as fuck, my thirsty girl, so I line up and take my sweet ass time pushing inside her. She loves this position, but I know her well enough to anticipate her taking what she wants and then flipping me on my back.
I learned a long time ago that this isn’t a quick fuck. It might be a quick timestamp, but this is making love. Intimacy. Connection. The desire to be together because our bodies crave it as much as our hearts and minds do. This used to scare the shit out of me. Now, I crave it, require it, fucking need it, and it doesn’t matter that it’s dark and she’s half asleep. She’s mine, and I’m hers, and we’re fucking good at being together.
I know Laken’s moan has become a running joke in the house. I mean, rightfully so; she has the best moan, all raspy and sexy and real, but I still get chills every time I drag one out of her. When her hips shift and her ass presses into me, changing the angle, she moans so low I can barely hear it.
I press my lips to the back of her neck, doing another thing that used to scare me. Confessing feelings. “I fucking love you, Lakes. So much.”
She wiggles out of my grasp, so I push up to lean against the headboard, grabbing her hips as she straddles me. Faces inches apart, eyes connected, she sinks down on my cock with parted lips and depth to her turquoise eyes.
“I love you,” she whispers. “I love you, Jed.”
Laken isn’t the biggest fan of verbalizing love, but when she does, I know she means it. I feel it. I sense it in every part of my soul, if I even have a damn soul, and I see it in the way she looks at me. The way she touches me. The way she smiles at me and taunts and teases me. Her love language is one I can get on board with because it feels real rather than forced, and right here, in the midst of a quickie in the middle of the night, she’s telling me she loves me with and without words.
When her hips start to rock and she sets a rhythm she enjoys, I let her do all the work. She knows what she likes, and she isn’t afraid to take it. I watch her, getting pleasure from watching her earn hers. When she moans loud enough for her head to tip back, I know she’s going to come.
“So fucking sexy, Laken.”
Her pussy tightens around my cock, and that’s enough for me. I hold her there, filling her with cum while she comes on my dick. Then her mouth lands on mine, her moan vibrating my lips, her breaths mingling with my own.
And to fucking think I used to fear this level of intimacy. I muddle that intimacy by being the caveman she calls me—I don’t let her clean up right away because there is something so goddamn alluring about my cum in her cunt.
Laken is gone by the time I get up in the morning, but she texted my phone to say she went to see Dom. Kade’s also working Mom’s shift at the resort, so he’s gone, too. I crawl out of bed and head to my gym. I love my job, but today, it’s not enough to stop my mind from spinning out of control. I’m not usually an overthinker, but all sorts of shit is mixed up in there.
Was Kade’s cock in her mouth and then I kissed her? How would I feel about that? I mean, it doesn’t really gross me out, but he’s my brother…so it should, right? Jesus. Did he go down on her? Did they do other shit? Did Laken get him off, too? Was it good? Did she enjoy it?
By the time I get home, I’m lost in a thought-daze. I’m not mad about anything, but I’m…curious, I guess. I want details, but I also don’t want details. No, I definitely want the details.
“Deep in thought, baby?” Mom asks, walking onto the front porch. “Stop smoking,” she scolds.
Hypocrite. It’s her and her damn porch chats that encouraged me to smoke. Do I wrongly accuse my mother of making me a smoker? Yes, I do, and I don’t have a single shit to give about it. I light another and pass her the pack.
“Just thinking about Lakes. She’s alright with whatever is going on with Dom?” I look at my mom.
“She’s more badass than you are, so yeah.” Mom grins. “She’s proven that time and time again, you know this. But the fact that she told us, involving us when she knew she couldn’t handle it all on her own, just proves she’s more badass than even I thought. That was love, even though she betrayed Dom to do it. He understands now.”
“What the actual fuck is going on with him? Why is he shutting us all out? This shit is killing me.”
“He’s fine, Jed. It’s someone he knows who isn’t doing so well, and Dom is trying to take care of that person. Laken is helping, and so are we now.” She gives me a motherly look. “That’s all I’m saying until he comes around and talks to you guys himself. He will.”
“This girlfriend he has?”
Mom ignores my question. “What’s going on with you and Kade? Love each other one minute and fight the next.”
“Is that anything new?” I laugh.
“No,” Mom laughs. “But it’s more intense now. What’s up?”
Fuck her and her voodoo. “It doesn’t bother me when Kade touches Laken, and I’m freaking the fuck out that it makes me a bad boyfriend.” Dammit. I planned to hold out at least a few more days.
“What do you mean, touches her?” She leans back in her rocking chair, snugging up her coat to show me she isn’t analyzing me.
“You sure you wanna know this? It’s the sex conversation we had about Laken’s scars all over again. TMI.”