Page 43 of Double Dare
More than likely, we’ll fumble through the rest without any grace or tact, but that seems fitting.
“What’re you thinking about?” Laken asks, her voice raspy from sleep.
I hold her tighter. “Do you think the three of us can be in some kind of fucked up relationship? Like all together?”
Laken rolls over, shifting in my arms until we’re face to face, and her aqua eyes are reflecting the alarm clock. Before she answers, she kisses me, slow and deep, and not at all hurried. I pull her body into mine, loving the way she makes me feel seen without having to say anything.
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips.
“I love you,” I whisper back, meaning it with every fiber of my messed up soul. “I’m never letting you go. You know that, right?”
She smiles against my mouth. “Good.”
“Neither will Kade. So we need—”
She cuts me off by kissing me again. “We don’t need to do anything. You need to know that no matter how this thing turns out, we’ll be together at the end.”
“The end of what?” I ask.
“Everything. Life. You’re stuck with me, Jedrek Dare.”
Fucking right I am. Forever. “I figured you’d wanna talk about all this. Sort it out. Define it.”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “Eventually. There’s no reason it has to be right now. Kade isn’t even here. Things will happen how they happen, and I have no doubt there will be some shitty parts along the way, but you can’t define something that isn’t ready for a definition just yet. You know what I mean?”
I do know what she means. “Our definition is confusion and sexy thoughts,” I laugh. “Okay, so we aren’t there yet.”
And the more we try to slap labels on this thing, make sense of it, dictate it, or explain it, the more it’s going to weigh on us. Laken’s right; things just need to flow how they flow. We all need to get over our reservations about it if it’s even going to flow anywhere. Maybe things won’t even change that much. I mean, it’s not like Kade hasn’t loved her the whole time I’ve been with her, we’re just being honest about it now.
I let my hands roam her body, loving how my one hand cups her whole ass cheek. Love a tiny girl, but Laken is…fuck, so tight and so perfect. Scars and stretch marks and tangled hair and all. She lifts her hips when I hook my fingers in her underwear, sliding them down her legs. Rolling her onto her back, I settle between her legs, already naked and eager to fuck.
I line up with her, dragging the head of my cock through her slick pussy. “You wanna fuck Kade, love?”
“I—fuck.” She gasps when I thrust into her, her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me in harder.
Her eyes fly open and her lips part with a moan when I rock our bodies together. The ego boost it gives me to always find her so wet and wanting for me is…yeah, that goes straight to my cocky pride.
“Answer me, Laken. Do you want to fuck Kade?” I mean, I know she does, but I want her to be comfortable saying it. If she knows I’m okay with it, which is still so messed up, then maybe she’ll stop being so ashamed of it.
I wrap a hand around her throat, giving just a little squeeze to get her attention. When her eyes meet mine, I see her hesitation, but I also watch her squash that shame and lick her lips.
“I…yeah. I do. Are you…is that okay with you?”
I pull out and push in, grabbing her knees and folding her up so I can control the pace and angle. “Yeah, it is. Never thought I’d say this shit, but I want you to have him, love. I want you to have everything.”
She moans when I push into her, my pelvic bone rubbing her clit. “It’s not just about me. It’s about all of us. What we’re comfortable and not comfortable with.”
“I’m comfortable,” I tell her, bending down to bite her lip. “As long as what we have never dies, I’m comfortable with you being with Kade, too.”
Her arms wrap around my neck, and a new sort of spark lights up her body. “You honestly think what we have could ever die?” she scoffs. “Please, I’m as addicted to you as I am to coffee. Even more. You’re mine, Jed. I’m never giving you up either.”
“Why? Why do you love me?”
She smiles. “Because you barged into my life, my room at the resort, and my messed up mind. You saw me when no one else did, and you woke me the fuck up. You showed me what I wanted, never got afraid of it, and never treated me like I was less than you. You fucked it up for a bit there, not gonna lie, but that redemption speech was epic.” She grins, and I groan, remembering being a rambling fool on the docks in Ketchikan. “Because you’re mine and I’m yours, and we work because of who we are. I love you, and I never want to stop living life with you.”
“Fuck, Laken,” I moan, fucking into her harder, deeper. “So glad I drew the short straw and worked the desk that night.”
She laughs, but when I swivel my hips, it turns into a moan. I do it again, making her louder. And then I do it a third time, making her erupt so the whole damn house can hear the moan that has become the soundtrack to my life.