She laughs softly and her hand starts sliding down my chest, over my abs, slowly like she’s memorizing the shape of each one. I flex for her so she gets a good feel. “Nash, I don’t like you, but I don’t have to like you to give you an orgasm. And teach you how to give me one.”
“I know how to give a woman an orgasm.” I grunt as her fingers glance over my hip and dance over my treasure trail.
“I’m sure you’ve been told you have,” Tenley replies, taunting me as she wraps those long, lithe fingers around my cock, and I have to swallow down a moan because I’ll be damned if I’ll give her that satisfaction.
“You dare me?” I challenge in a raspy whisper, dipping my head down so my lips brush her ear. “Dare me to give you a fucking orgasm with my tongue? My fingers? My cock?”
She inhales and it’s shaky. I can feel the air rattle in her lungs. I smile against the shell of her ear, victorious. She’s gotten under my skin, sure, but I sure as hell am under hers too. It’s a draw. I’m still not touching her but every part of my body is vibrating with the need to explore every inch of her. I won’t though because I think it’s what she wants.
“One dare at a time, big boy,” she says, and she squeezes my cock and moves her hand up and down and makes stars pop into my vision.
And then she lets go and steps away. I reach for her but she’s too quick and the next thing I know she’s falling onto my bed, wet back and damp hair dripping all over my very expensive duvet. But that’s something I can be annoyed about tomorrow. Tonight, all I care about is the fact that she’s naked and her hand is moving toward that perfectly trimmed dark blonde landing strip.
“You dared me to do this, remember?” Her fingers move between her legs. Her knees bend and open just enough that I can see her middle finger explore between her folds, which glisten in the low light from my bedside table.
I’m mesmerized. It’s like some kind of taboo fantasy I’ve just discovered. I step closer to the end of the bed. Tenley’s thumb rubs her clit and her back arches a little. Her index finger joins her middle finger. Her knees open wider. My hand goes to my cock and I give it a tug. She watches with hungry eyes.
“Nash,” she says my name and locks eyes with me. “I dare you too.”
I climb onto the bed on my knees, my hand still around my dick, stroking it in a quick steady rhythm. She takes her other hand and moves it between her legs, parting herself to give her fingers more room. Her eyes move back to my cock and don’t leave. She bites her lips, pants out a moan, and I rub one out to the sight of her hand moving, fingers getting slicker and slicker, thumb rubbing her clit.
Her hips move in a chaotic rhythm. I pump myself, harder and faster. She moans and her eyes snap shut and her knees fall all the way open as she comes. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I would stare at her coming for hours if I could but my own release causes my eyes to snap shut, I arch my back and cry out as my dick shudders in my hand and I come all over her.
When I can open my eyes again, and move my hand from my sensitive twitching cock, I see my release on her stomach, physical proof I’ve lost all control with her, because of her. I glance at her face and she’s smiling, not the least bit bothered. She pushes herself up, leaning on her elbows. “I didn’t think you had it in you to do that in front of me.”
“There’s no rule that says I can’t jerk off in front of my wife.”
She laughs. “No. I guess there isn’t.”
She gets up off the bed, like everything that we just did is perfectly normal, and trots off to the bathroom. She glances over her shoulder as she flips on the light. “Don’t make this weird, Nash-Hole. Just roll with it, okay?”
And then she shuts the bathroom door. A second later I hear the shower turn on.
I run my hands through my hair and close my eyes. How the hell is this anything but weird?
Chapter 13
Tenley
Why doesn't she look surprised? Why isn't Liv gasping, choking on her latte, or screaming in horror? Why is she just sitting there calmly, sipping her matcha, and acting like what I just confessed isn't the most heinous act against nature that ever existed?
“Tenley, honey, there is a fine line between love and hate and an even finer line between lust and hate. You two were destined to see each other naked,” Liv says, and I nearly choke on my caramel latte.
“Shh!” I hiss and my eyes dart around the small patio at the Laurel Canyon Store. Their resident cat gives me the hairy eyeball but other than that no one seems to be paying attention to us.
Liv leans forward, utter amusement dancing in her big brown eyes. “Right. Gotta keep it on the down-low that you’re sleeping with your husband.”
“I am not sleeping with him,” I reply quickly. I sip my latte. “I’m just… messing around with him for lack of anything better to do. And because it messes with his head.”
“How so?”
I push my sunglasses up into my hair as the sun slips behind a cloud. "He's such a rule follower. Always so uptight and regimented. When I tease him and give him stupid dares, I bring him out of his shell. He hates it and I love that he hates it because I hate him."
Liv makes a face. “Hate is a strong word. What on earth has Nash done to you to make you hate him?”
I bite my bottom lip for a second. "Where to begin? He's a hockey player."
“So are all the men in our family.”
