Dare To Love Series: Hot Dare (Kindle Worlds Novella) (7 page)

Chapter Six

Draft
night hadn
’
t been as nerve-racking as waiting for Angie
’
s answer. Uncertainty wasn
’
t an emotion Colt was used to feeling. He couldn
’
t remember a time when he hadn
’
t been sure that sheer determination and talent would get him wherever he wanted to go. But with Angie it was different.

He didn
’
t understand why—didn
’
t care. All he knew was that she mattered. This moment mattered.

“I
’
ll stay,” she said. “But you better make it worth my while.”

Now that was a challenge he
’
d accept without a second thought. “No doubt about it.”

He scooped her up in his arms, stood and rotated her curvy body so she could wrap her legs around his middle. The move brought her right in line with his hard cock and she undulated against him. She felt so good in his arms, the way her ass filled his hands and the press of her full tits against his chest—as though she belonged here like this with him. Her hips twitched, rubbing her hot pussy against him. They were both clothed, but there was no convincing his cock of that.

“Honey, you keep on like that and I
’
m likely to toss you over my shoulder, rush into the room and throw you in the middle of that big bed.”

“I dare you.” She nipped at the base of his neck, sucking the tender skin into her hot mouth and giving him all sorts of ideas about what else she could be doing with those juicy lips of hers. Without giving her time to react, he shifted his hands from the traffic-stopping mounds of her ass to her waist, lifted her high and flopped her over his shoulder.

“Colt!” She laughed and smacked his ass—hard.

“You better watch it girl or you
’
ll be getting some of that back.

Her only response was another flat-handed slap to his already stinging ass.

Stopping a few feet shy of the bed, he shrugged her from her place on his shoulder and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back, her long dark hair spread out like waves against the white bedspread and her luscious tits bouncing from the fall. Delicious. Decadent. Daring. Angie Diaz might just be the death of him tonight but what a way to go.

To keep himself from ripping her pretty red dress off of her mouthwatering body, he took a step back and put his hands on his hips. “That little spanking is going to cost you.”

Batting her eyelashes, she dragged one finger through the deep V of her cleavage. “But I didn
’
t bring any money with me.”

His cock strained against his zipper at her coy act, doing its damnedest to break free and point the way toward exactly where it wanted to go—straight home to the warmest heaven between her strong thighs. He reached behind his neck and pulled off his Thunder T-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a deep breath that pushed her tits out.

“Looks like I have to find another way for you to pay.”

Taking one of her ankles in each hand, he lifted and spread them so her legs formed a narrow V and pink-painted toes pointed at the ceiling. The skirt of her sundress pooled around her waist, giving him an unfettered and insanity-inducing view of her long brown legs and the scrap of red lace someone had fooled her into thinking was a full pair of panties. The thin straps of her dress had slipped off her shoulders, taking some of the material with it, exposing the tops of her tits while still hiding her large, dark nipples. God, he could come in his pants just from the view alone.

“
Whatever happens, don
’
t let them drop until I tell you to.”

“And what if I do anyway?” she asked, her voice breathy and low.

“
Then I
’
ll stop.
” With deliberate slowness, he trailed a finger from the inside of her calf to the middle of her inner thigh. “And you don
’
t want that.”

“You
’
re pretty cocky.”

“You know from experience that I am.” He unsnapped the button of his shorts and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs, so that he stood naked before her, pre-come already wetting the tip of his rigid dick. Wrapping his fingers around his thickness, he stroked up and down while staring at the fast-dampening center of her lacy red panties.

Her thighs quivered. He released his cock and kneeled before her, putting his hands on the backs of her thighs so she could rest against him and then spread her legs as wide as they would go. The scent of her arousal teased him, making him harder than he thought possible. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“You should see how I taste.” There was no disguising the hungry desperation in her voice.

His girl needed it. Bad.

“Oh honey, I
’
m getting to that.” He kissed a path from her knee to the edge of her panties, crossed over her center with his mouth close enough that his breath made a dent in the swath of cloth covering her wet folds, and then followed the opposite trail up her other leg.

Releasing her thighs, he pulled her panties as far as they would go then shredded them in two with the lightest pressure.

“That was mean.” She pouted, still playing the game. “I liked those.”

Time to show her playtime was over.

“Yeah.” He pushed her legs closer together so they rested on his shoulders and slid his hands down their silky-smooth lengths until he held her ass in his hands. Lifting her butt higher as he leaned forward, Colt found himself right where he wanted to be: mouth to pussy level. “I
’
m a real bastard.
”

He
’
d dragged this whole thing out to torment her, but damn if he wasn
’
t about to lose his mind if he didn
’
t taste her, touch her, sink balls deep into her warmth.

The first lick along her passion-swollen lips had her squirming. He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and she moaned with pleasure. Continuing the blissful torture for them both, he traced her lips—sucking, licking, and worshiping her with his mouth until she was writhing and calling his name. But he wasn
’
t done. Far from it.

Pulling back from her core, he released her ass, hooked his hands under her legs and spread her wide as he pushed her knees toward her shoulders. The position put her on display for him and he looked long and hard. The top of her dress had shifted down to her waist, the fallen shoulder straps tangled around her upper arms and holding them close to her sides so that her round tits were pushed together. Her dark nipples had tightened into ferocious points that demanded his attention. Soon, he
’
d make his way north, but first he wanted to feel her break apart against his lips.

He dove back in, relishing her every whimper and plea not to stop as he feasted on her sweetness. Up and down, twirl to the right and a sweep to the left, he tasted all of her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until her center tightened beneath him. She screamed out his name and her back arched, lifting her lower half off the bed and bucking his mouth from her. In a lust-clouded daze, he watched as her climax rolled over her.

This is what he wanted. To drive her beyond any heights she
’
d ever had with another man. To blast any thoughts of other men from her memory forever.

“If that
’
s a punishment,” she panted. “I can
’
t imagine what a reward is like.”

“You don
’
t have to.” He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on before joining her on the bed and lying on his side with his head propped up by his hand. God, she was beautiful with her hair in a wild mess around her and a post-orgasmic flush leaving her glowing. “I wish I could keep you like this forever.”

“But that would make work awkward.” She turned onto her side and kissed him, sucking in his bottom lip as she pressed his shoulder so he fell onto his back. “So you better take advantage of the moment while you can.”

She straddled him, enveloping his cock in her heated center in one slick downward stroke. The sensation of her holding him tight within her core was nearly more than he could take and he clenched his eyes shut.

“There
’
s no shutting me out now.” She licked his nipple. “Open your eyes.”

He did and something shifted inside him. Angie looked down at him, her long hair tangled around her shoulders and desire hooding her big brown eyes. She bit her bottom lip and her eyelids drooped shut as she moved against him, obviously lost to everything except for the here and now. The soft glow of the bedside lamp emphasized the ebb and flow of her curves, the ones he could—wanted to—spend a lifetime exploring.

“I want to watch you come again.” The sheer ecstasy that had come over her had left him breathless and aching to make her go that high again.

“You
’
re very demanding.” She leaned forward so that her breasts hung over his mouth, swinging with every swirl of her hips.

The message was clear and he was more than willing to comply. He sucked a brown nipple into his mouth, grazing the sensitive peak with his teeth.

“Do that again,” she pleaded

He did—harder—relishing how she shivered under his touch.

She increased the speed of her hips, tilting so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone. “I
’
m going to come.”

“Show me.” He couldn
’
t look away from her. Missing this was like ignoring one of the Seven Wonders of the World. “Show me how beautiful you look when you do it.”

She arched her spine, practically doing a backbend, and flung her arms back so she balanced with her palms on his shins. The move changed the angle, letting his cock rub against the sensitive nerves just inside her entrance with each forward and retreat. Wanting to drive her even further down the path, he reached lower and circled her clit with his thumb. She tightened around him and he nearly lost it. Holding on to every last bit of self-control he had, he forced himself to ease back from the edge.

Her legs began to shake and he grabbed her ass, rocking her hard against him until her nails dug into his skin and she screamed out his name. Only then did he let himself go, lifting his hips off the bed and driving into her as deep as he could possible. Three fast, hard strokes and his balls tightened. The vibrations built in the base of his spine and he made one final thrust before coming with enough intensity to temporarily blind him.

She collapsed on top of him, her chest heaving in time with his own, and he wrapped his arms around her as if she were his anchor to reality as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Mind-breaking sex, yes, but there was more. Wasn
’
t that always the case with her?

“I wasn
’
t lying before,” Angie sighed as her eyes fluttered shut. “You certainly are amazing on and off the field.”

He brushed a kiss against her temple. Her breathing steadied and she drifted off within minutes. But not him.

Off the field.

Getting on that field had taken every bit of fight and determination he had in him—and for good reason. Most high school football players don
’
t get into a Division One college program, and of those who do play college ball, less than two percent went pro. But he
’
d gotten here. He wasn
’
t going anywhere for a good long while, but maybe Manny and Darius were right. Maybe he needed to start thinking about life off the field and making room for other things besides football in his life.

Angie snuggled tighter against him, the sweet smell of her taking his mind places it had never gone before.

Chapter Seven

Angie
was sore in the best of ways the next morning. Her inner thighs complained and she
’
d definitely spotted a few finger-size red marks on her ass in her reflection as she stepped into the shower. She closed the glass door, feeling slightly wicked as she watched herself in the mirror just starting to steam over. The hot water sluiced over her skin and she closed her eyes, extending the previous night
’
s go-with-what-feels-good vibe by letting it stream over her, soothing her aches as it reawakened her pleasure zones.

Rubbing the soap between her palms, she couldn
’
t help but regret that she hadn
’
t been able to do the same with Colt
’
s hard cock last night. He
’
d been so intent on driving her until she hit her orgasm limit that she hadn
’
t gotten the chance to repay the favor. But it was more than a little you-do-me, I-do-you, she realized as she soaped up her body, lingering on her breasts, still sensitive from the attention Colt had paid them last night. She craved the taste of his cock on her tongue, the feel of circling his girth with her lips, and the pressure against the back of her throat when she took him in deep. Her soapy hand glided down her belly and farther, her finger tips sinking into her tight curls.

What had that man done to her? He
’
d fucked her silly last night and she still wanted more this morning. She brought her fingers back up to her stomach.

“Don
’
t stop.
”

Angie started and her eyes flew open at the half-groaned plea. Colt leaned against the countertop buck naked and seemingly totally unconcerned about watching her almost masturbate in the shower when she
’
d thought she was alone. She should say something, but he was too damn distracting for her brain to form coherent thought. Broad shoulders sinewy with muscle, biceps that needed their own zip code and a honey-colored happy trail that divided the bottom half of his six pack and drew her attention to his thick cock only half hard—and yet still it was enough to make her mouth water and her nipples harden to stiff peaks.

“No.” Not when she had the real thing here. She pushed the door open. “Join me.”

His dick stiffened and bobbed in agreement with her plan. “Now who
’s demanding?
”

She didn
’
t say anything—didn
’
t need to. He did as told.

The cruise ship shower wasn
’
t big to begin with, but adding in Colt shrank it even more. Good thing she didn
’
t need a lot of room for what she wanted.

Circling his pale, flat nipple with a fingertip, she pushed him back until that hard ass of his hit the shower wall. She sank to her knees, the water sprinkling against her back, and leaned forward to lick his cock from base to the plump head, her right hand twisting as she followed her tongue
’
s path.

His responding moan worked its way down her spine and spread outward in waves of desire.

She needed to push him as hard as he drove her last night. Her hands snaked up his thick thighs, hard enough to break a nail on, and cupped his ass tight.

Moving his hips, he dragged his hardness across her cheek, leaving a trail of salty pre-come in its wake, until the tip rested against her bottom lip.

She stared up at him, getting a rush from the absolute fucking awe on his face as he watched his dick rest on her bottom lip. Bringing her lips together, she kissed the tip with the lightest suction and then relaxed her mouth so she could lap at his head.

His ass tensed under her hands and he threaded his fingers into her hair. “Touch yourself.”

Sinking her nails into is tight ass, she engulfed him before he could try to give her any more orders.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, dropping the back of his head to the shower wall and closing his eyes. “God yes.”

She increased her speed, using her tongue to flick against his heated skin and trace the path of the vein on his underside. Bobbing her head up and down, she kept her lips tight around him until she buried her nose in his tight curls, loosening her grip but increasing the suction on the return trip.

His hands tightened in her hair, forcing her to stop. “I want you to come when I
’
m buried in that sweet, hot mouth of yours.”

Now that was a plan she could agree to. She released his ass and slipped her fingers between her slick folds as he pumped into her mouth.

“So.” He withdrew. “Damn.” He surged forward. “Hot.”

Knowing he was watching her only added to the desire tightening her core and threatening to sweep her away. She lifted her gaze so she could see him and her fingers stopped moving when she saw the look on his face. He wasn
’
t lost in the moment. He was living in it—with her. They were on this journey together every step of the way.

He brushed a drop of water from her forehead. “Come for me.”

There wasn
’
t any question of not complying. Her fingers practically flew as they circled her clit and she moved her head in sync with the movement of his hips. It started in her thighs, the buzzing, pulsing tingling that rose to a constant hum that zipped up and exploded within her. She moaned around his dick filling her mouth and he came with her name on his lips.

He slid down the shower wall and pulled her into his lap. Silent and still shuttering from aftershocks, they sat in the shower until the alarm on her phone went off. The real world had given them all the time they were going to get.

“Come on, we docked at Jacques Island at dawn.” She stood under the shower spray and shampooed her hair. “There
’
s a Thunder fan parasailing adventure that you
’
re signed up for.”

“Not even in my current state of post-orgasmic bliss will I agree to that.”

They traded places and she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her hair and another around her body. “What
’
s wrong, you chicken?”

“No. Hanging from a parachute that
’
s tied to a boat with a rope has to be considered a violation of my hazardous activities clause.” He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack above the toilet and began to dry off. “Anyway, I
’
m not crazy.”

“The team signed off on the parasailing as non-hazardouss—so did the league.” She arched an eyebrow in a silent question.

He laughed. “Alright fine, I
’
ll go. I need time to figure out where to make reservations at for when we get back to Miami. Do you like Chinese? I know the best place.”

Something a lot like hope made her stomach do the loop de loop. She knew better, but being around Colt made it hard
not
to believe in something that would never happen. “I
’
m not sure that
’
s such a good idea.”

“Only because you haven
’
t had their crab Rangoon yet.”

“I mean us…after this.” They docked in Miami tomorrow morning, a fact she
’
d been trying to forget since she
’
d woken up wrapped in Colt
’
s arms. If that wasn
’
t reason enough to warn her away from him, she didn
’
t know what would be.

“I told you.” He cupped her chin and tilted it upward. “I
’
m not like the other guys on the team who
’
ve screwed your friends over. Let me prove it to you.”

She pushed his hand away; his touch made it too hard to think about anything but saying yes. “I
’
ll think about it.”

He opened his mouth, but shut it before any words came out. He gave his hair a final rub with the towel and flipped the white terrycloth across his shoulders before dipping his head down to her level and sneaking a kiss. “I
’
m a stubborn son of a bitch. I
’
ll get you to see my way of it.”

Then, he walked out without another world.

Angie swiped a hand across the foggy mirror and tried to recognize the woman in the mirror who already looked half in love.

Colt
stood on the boat platform looking like an asshole in yellow and red safety straps that wrapped around his thighs and waist before hooking to some contraption that looked like a sex swing without any promise of an orgasm. A giant red parachute hooked to the swing thing, along with a half-inch-thick towline that would connect him to the boat while he floated in the air.

The assistant yanked on the towline, testing the knot
’
s strength, and grinned at Colt. It was probably meant to be reassuring, but failed miserably. Nervous energy ate away underneath his skin, the same kind that normally got him all jacked up for a game. But this time instead of crunching bones, he
’
d be swinging his dick in the air praying the whole time that he wouldn
’
t die. Shit. The things the little head talked his big head into just to impress Angie was going to kill him one of these days.

Colt
’
s gaze connected with Angie
’
s. His cock twitched in recognition. “Are you sure about this?”

“It
’
ll be fun.” She got up from the small bench seat next to the platform at the back of the boat where he stood. “I researched the company, they
’
ve got a solid safety record.”

The required life jacket was doing its best to conceal all her delicious curves, but the image of her in her purple bikini had burned itself into his brain. He didn
’
t need to see the rise and fall of her tits with each breath to
see
them.

“I know what
’
ll be more fun.” Colt leaned down and took her mouth as if he had every right to it.

Hard, demanding and more than a little possessive, the kiss was meant to curl her toes and blast away every lingering thought that a romance with a Thunder player was destined to end messy. They docked back in Miami tomorrow morning. That wasn
’
t a lot of time to persuade her not to follow Vegas rules for their adventure on board, but he
’
d never let long odds stand in his way before.

Ending the kiss sucked, but he did it anyway. He wasn
’
t about to give the captain and his small crew any more of a show than he already had. PDA had always been on his never-do list—along with parasailing—but here he was. The things this woman did to him.

“You are a bad influence.” She sucked her full bottom lip between two teeth and shook her head. “Enough procrastinating. Half the Thunder Dome Crew already finished their parasailing adventures and are on the beach waiting to take pictures with you as soon as we get back. You don
’
t want to disappoint them.”

The man in the Jacques Island Parasailing shirt returned to the platform and yanked hard on Colt
’
s safety harness before giving the captain the thumbs-up and motioning to Angie to take her seat. The boat
’
s engine revved and the captain cut through the water following a fast path parallel to the beach.

“This is nuts,” he muttered as the boat picked up speed and the chute lifted.

Wind caught the chute, snapping Colt into the sky. Feet dangling useless beneath him, he floated up, the air brushing against him and a bubbling excitement lightening his body. It wasn
’
t exactly what it would feel like to fly, but damn it was pretty awesome. From his vantage point, he could see for miles. The cruise ship docked at the Jacques Island dock. The throng of Thunder fans spread out on the private beach. Angie waved at him from the boat.