Dare groaned as he watched me, fucking me through the orgasm, drawing it out to the point of nirvana. “Fuck,” he swore, pulling out abruptly. He gripped his cock, finishing on my pussy, coating the outside of me in his pleasure.
“Sorry,” he apologized with a laugh, climbing out of bed still erect and disappearing into the ensuite. I could hear the tap running, and he returned with a washcloth. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently cleaned me, pressing another gentle kiss to my inner thigh after. His eyes on mine.
Although he was still naked too, I felt vulnerable. It was the way he was looking at me; it tore down all of my defenses and left me exposed. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered to him, like he’d give me anything and everything.
“I should get going,” I said, sitting up.
“What’s the rush?” Dare asked, disappointment in his eyes.
“I need to check in on things back home. I think Cal told our parents last night.”
“Yeah, he was planning on it.” Dare ran a hand over his jaw, nodding. “Well. Why don’t you check on things back home, then text me? I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go out for lunch. Maybe you could keep me company while I run an errand.”
“What kind of errand?”
“I’m going to stop in at Harmony Waves and see if Don has any studio availability.”
“Dare, I’m not ready—”
“Relax, it’s for the guys and me. We were supposed to be recording in Toronto starting next week, but now we’re rearranging things so Cal can stay and get to know Asher.”
My heart swelled with love for this man. “It’s so nice that you guys are willing to do this for him.”
“Of course, we’re a band. We stick together. He’d do the same for us if we were in his shoes.”
“You aren’t, are you?” I joked, earning a look from him that had me giggling. He grabbed my hips, fingers tickling my lower ribs.
“No, Connor. Unless there’s something you’re not telling me,” he teased, kissing the side of my neck. I laughed and shoved him away.
“All right, fine. I’ll join you on your errands. I’ll text when I’m ready.”
“Sounds good.” He grinned, bending so he could kiss me once again. His tongue swept across my lips. I parted, letting his tongue caress mine. He tugged me against his hard-on, and I sighed—wanting him all over again. It was never-ending, this ache to have him.
I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against his. “I do have to go.” He nodded, releasing me. I picked up my pantyhose, stuffing them in my jacket pocket, and opened his bedroom door, peering down the hallway just to make sure the coast was clear.
Dare’s mom and my mom were good friends, and I knew coming here had been taking a huge risk. But I’d needed him, and I felt a hell of a lot more collected than I had in a while.
Dare’s touch was the remedy to whatever ailed me.
“I’ll drive you home,” he said, coming up behind me.
“I can walk.”
“In last night’s dress?” he teased, squeezing my ass before zipping up the zipper.
“It’s still less conspicuous than being dropped off. Dad knows your rental now,” I reminded him, stepping away to put on my dress jacket. “Besides, I told them I was staying at Michelle’s. It makes more sense to walk home.”
“Right.” Dare’s smile fell away, all traces of humour going with it. “Well, text me when you’re home.”
I nodded, slipping into my shoes.
I snuck out through the garage, making sure not to walk past the front of Dare’s house. His mom’s car was still in the driveway, and I didn’t want to risk Nadine catching sight of me.
The air was crisp, my dress jacket almost too light to keep the early morning chill from my bones. I almost regretted turning down his offer for a ride. Still, it didn’t take long before I arrived. Calum’s car was still in the driveway, which was a good sign.
I let myself into my parents’ house, pausing to listen. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, but from the sounds of it…my parents were up for the day. They were in the kitchen talking and didn’t hear me slip in.
“You are overreacting, Michael.” Hearing my mother’s voice, I stilled in the foyer, frozen in the task of taking my shoes off.
