His hands were on me, and he looked so cute when focused. He chewed on the side of his lip while he worked hard on something, and when I tried to peek, he nudged me back down. “You don’t get to look until tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? No fucking way.”
“Are you refusing the dare, Jordan?” His eyes turned to liquid gold, all smooth and daring. “That means you do a shot, and I get another dare.”
“No. I’m not refusing, goddamn it.” I slammed my head against the pillow. “Are you almost done?”
“So impatient.”
“It doesn’t take long to draw a dick.”
“You got dick on the mind or something? I’m not drawing a cock on you.” His breath hit my stomach as he stared at my skin, his smile growing. “It looks fucking cool, not gonna lie.” He then lowered my shirt and poured two shots for us.
We didn’t even need to take them from the game, but I needed it. We were in some weird limbo where our chemistry was charged and off the charts, but our brains weren’t on the same page.
“Do you know how hard it is to not look right now?”
“Maybe I’ll let you look if you’re good.” He played a different card, and we were back to the game. He had ten cards left, I had four, and the alcohol flowed through my veins. I rarely had a filter, but what little one I did have evaporated.
“Oh, if I’m a good girl, you’ll give me what I want?”
He cleared his throat, his gaze burning into mine. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
I played a draw four, and he muttered fuck before downing another shot. The rest of the game flew by. He picked up a few more, and I used three skips in a row and called Uno before placing my wild card down.
I won, fair and square, and fuck, it felt good. “Sorry you had to lose twice tonight. I even went easy on you.”
His eyes flashed. “You brat.”
“I get a dare now.” I licked my lips and eyed the patio door. I wanted to say he had to stand outside naked. I wanted to so badly. “I dare you to?—”
“Double or nothing.” He placed his hands over the deck, like that would erase me winning. He stared at me hard, his gorgeous eyes boring into my damn soul.
My pulse skipped a beat. “We’ve… we’ve never done that before.”
“Nothing like the present. Double or nothing next round.”
“So the winner gets two dares then?” I studied him, the shots causing my mind to get fuzzy. Not the worrying kind of fuzzy. The warm, fun kind that made me want to shimmy a little or suggest something outrageous. I didn’t know what double or nothing meant when we dealt in dares, but the way he looked at me had goose bumps dancing along my skin.
He rubbed his lips together, his eyes never leaving mine as he said, “The winner gets two orgasms, Jordan.”
10
PRESTON
My blood heated in a way it never had before. Jordan hypnotized me. She bewitched me with some powers unbeknownst to me. Every time she breathed, I wanted her air. When she laughed, I could die to that sound. She wore my jersey and had her perfect legs tucked beneath her…I wanted her naked underneath my jersey with my number on her chest. Maybe it was the loss or the fact my parents fucked me up or the shots we took, but all the reasons why we shouldn’t have sex became blurred. I couldn’t recall why it was a stupid idea. In fact, it seemed like the absolute best choice. A smart one.
So what? My best friend who I was in love with wanted to fuck without getting feelings. I was already in pain so what was a little more? Instead of dealing with the loss of the championship game or the headfuck of the divorce, I wanted to get lost inher. My daring best friend loved a challenge and loved dares even more. She wanted friends with benefits and now I threw orgasms on the table.
Jordan narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as she stared at me, almost like she was trying to see through my bullshit. Ifshe knew how I felt about her, she’d run the other way. She’d sprint out of my life so fast. The woman was allergic to feelings and relationships due to her mom fucking her up, and I had to be extra careful. One wrong move with her, I’d lose all of her, and it was clear I’d be fine with crumbs. I was pathetic. Horny and pathetic.
“Two orgasms, you say.” She rubbed her full lips together. Lips I wanted to taste more than breathe. She leaned forward and adjusted her hair to hang behind her shoulders, exposing her neck.
Her pulse raced at the base, and I wanted to grip her there, make her gasp for air as she came. I wasn’t that wild in bed, I liked good sex, but the urges I had around her were wild. The thoughts I had weren’t normal for me. Images of her hair all over the couch, her screaming as I thrust into her…I could see it. I could almost taste it. Every part of me was attuned to her right now. The way her breathing deepened, how her eyes heated and her fingers kept coming up toward her throat. The air was charged, and one sudden movement would have us exploding.
My best friend liked my idea but was nervous. My girl was never fucking nervous, so I had to up the ante. “Winner gets to choose how.”
“How…what?”
