Dare Me, Part Two Dare Duet Sawyer and Billie: Unchained Attraction Series

by Shandwick, K. L.

  “Are we going anywhere nice?”

  “I think you’ll like it, but you’ll have to wait and see what I have in mind. Now shake a leg, I thought you were going to be late?” Billie checked the wristwatch she very seldom wore, pecked me on the lips, and before I could grab her by her waist she ran straight out the door. I sighed both in disappointment at the loss of her and at having to wait until the evening to see her again.

  I pulled out my cell, knowing she wouldn’t answer the phone while she was driving.

  “Hey, darlin’ it’s me,” I stated in a deep husky tone. “Your ass looked so fucking hot in that skirt this morning. I almost broke my fingers keeping them tight in a fist so as not to stroke them over those curves and slide my hand between your thighs. Hmm,” I hummed seductively, an octave lower. “I think I need to figure a way to make you know where I want to be during the times I can’t touch you. Don’t worry, I’ll rectify this later, beautiful.” I snickered as I closed out the voicemail, imagining how she’d react when she heard it.

  Almost an hour later, I got a voice message in response.

  “Sawyer Michael Wild,” she stated, sounding pissed. “Thanks for that this morning, your voice message gave Tricia a laugh. Next time keep your voice down because she heard the whole damned thing. Now she’s waiting for the next installment.”

  Hearing her message made me grin. I loved taking her out of her comfort zone, and I had more plans to do this that weekend. When I was at my parents’ place, I had ensured no one was using the penthouse my father owned in New York City and had already set in motion some arrangements for a romantic weekend for us both.

  As Billie had been jittery at times about money, I had been cautious about introducing her to my family’s wealth before she was ready, because I knew how intimidated Hammer and Strings had been by it when they first met me. It was only money and I never wanted Billie to feel less because of it.

  The city penthouse had been in my family for about twenty years and was bought for my father as a gift from my mom on their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. It had great sentimental value as it was situated at the top of David Chipperfield’s building on West 40th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues and looked directly at The Empire State building, which was where my father had proposed to her all those years before.

  The apartment was unique in that it had a rooftop terrace and open loggia with a firepit and a warm water Jacuzzi, but the feature I loved the most was a calming rain effect waterfall, which cascaded into the narrow forty-foot long endurance pool. It broke up the indoor and outdoor spaces by the way of a large thick window. From either side it gave the effect of an optical illusion and the apartment was my favorite of all the properties in my father’s portfolio.

  The day dragged endlessly as I stared at the clock, which hadn’t appeared to move from one hour to the next nearly as fast as it usually did, and by 4:35 p.m. I was antsy. Arriving at her work ten minutes early, I parked outside and was surprised when I saw someone waving through her office block window. It took me a minute before I realized the woman knew me, it was Tricia, Billie’s friend I’d met a couple of times.

  Seconds later, Billie’s head bobbed up at the window, looked out at me and disappeared again. I felt excited for that brief glimpse of her and my heart sped up just knowing she was on her way. Twenty seconds later, she came out of the elevator on the ground floor and my heartbeat faster.

  As her car was near the entrance, she waved and continued toward it. Aiming her car fob, she popped the trunk and dropped a sport bag inside. It was then I noticed she was dressed in gym gear, but still wearing her stiletto heels. I smirked wickedly, because who knew tight-fitting yoga pants and five-inch office heels could make me hard in an instant.

  After stowing everything away, she pulled out a black padded raincoat and pulled it on as she walked toward me, a large grin on her face. My heart stuttered in my chest when her gorgeous smiling blue eyes met mine. She’s so beautiful.

  “Hey, you,” she murmured, sliding her arms around my waist as I leaned against my bike.

  “I missed you so much today,” she muttered, as she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Wrapping my arms tightly around her waist in return, I pulled her flush against me.

  “I brought you some clothes,” I said, thinking what she wore looked much better. “Where did you get the outfit? I strongly approve,” I murmured, smiling against her lips.

  She chuckled. “You’re hard, Mr. Wild,” she mumbled, leaned back to glance up at me and angled her pelvic bone harder into my erection. “I had these in the trunk, and I thought it would buy us some time if I changed.”

  “And the shoes?” I asked, playfully.

  She frowned. “I know epic fail, huh? I wore my sneakers into the house and forgot to put them back in my bag,” she replied with a chuckle.

  “Great mistake, I like these much better,” I murmured again pressing my lips to hers and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

  Breaking the kiss before it got deeper, she pushed me back and patted my cock through my jeans. “Better talk yourself down or you’ll have a job riding on that thing,” she said, nodding toward the padded seat of my motorcycle. The wicked smile and wink that followed her words almost did me in.

  “And you’re horny, Ms. Collier.” A low growl of need tore from my throat as I swiftly lifted her up, one hand under her knees the other supporting her back. Turning I set her down astride my bike. “Best I plant your ass on my ride before I rip those yoga pants off and take my pleasure right here.”

  “Is sex all you think about?” she asked, settling her ass more comfortably on the seat as I placed the spare helmet on her head.

  “Of course not. Let’s see, I think of oily massages, foods … yeah, I have a thing for tastes and wonder what would taste good on you. I think how good your perky tits look in those schoolmarm wool sweaters you wear in the winter, plenty of other things,” I joked with a chuckle.

  “What am I going to do with you?” she said in a mom kind of tone, which I couldn’t resist.

  “Anything you want but if you’re stuck for ideas, I have a whole spank bank full of them up here,” I replied and tapped my temple. I chuckled because I’d teased her again and saw how my answer shocked her. As her jaw gaped, I flipped down the visor of her helmet and leaned closer. “Let’s get going before I do something here to get you fired.”

  As soon as I sat astride the seat, Billie’s arms wrapped tightly around me and I immediately felt centered. I’d had a fair number of girls ride behind me before, but never one who anticipated the curves in the road or melded perfectly to me like Billie did.

  It took far less time to get to the city on the bike than by car and I was glad the first time she saw my father’s place was in the evening. I always thought it felt a little magical when I stood on the terrace, and Billie stood in awe as she stared down at the street below.

  “Oh, my, goodness, this place is incredible,” she stated, her beautiful blue eyes glinting with wonder as the city lights reflected in them. “How come the Empire State Building looks closer from here than it did when I stood beneath it?

  “Perspective I guess, we’re looking across at it instead of taking in the vastness of the height. I love the view from here. It’s the only property of my father’s I feel attached to, outside of our family home, and mine down in Margate,” I added, eyeing the warm glow of the firepit already lit and burning brightly. The luxury patio furniture placed carefully around it.

  “How the other half lives,” she muttered, walking slowly along the bank of windows that showed New York City at night in all its glory, with her hands shoved deep in her padded jacket.

  “I appreciate not everyone gets to experience what we had growing up as kids, Billie. I know the value of money. It can be a burden as much as a privilege at times, but when I used to come up to a gig at Madison Square Garden with my buddies, we had the luxury of staying here overnight.”

  “And your parents didn’t min
d you bringing a group of boys back here?”

  “Of course not. We were all brought up to respect the people and property around us. This place is soundproof and the only stipulations my father put in place were that I didn’t take them out on the loggia or terrace, and no one did drugs.”

  “Have you ever taken drugs?” she asked pointedly, her eyes narrowing like she’d only thought to challenge me on this now, and I noticed the quiet hysteria in her tone.

  “Nope. Not my bag. I used to get pretty drunk in the early days, but I stayed away from weed, pills, and the hard stuff.”

  “Yet you tolerate Hammer and Wiggy’s drug abuse?”

  “Addiction’s an illness and those who go down that road always think they can handle their shit until they can’t. Hammer’s a good guy with a tough past and I have a lot of time for him. I’m not a fool, he’ll always be a recovering addict because there are no guarantees in this life, but at four years clean he’s making it, and he’s a loyal friend to have. As for Wiggy, he’s definitely not the guy we once knew. His parents are new money, coarse, brash, and difficult people who constantly belittled him. Consequently, he has zero respect for himself. It’s hard to change the mindset of a guy like that.”

  “I don’t care, he’s still an ass, the way he treated poor Cherri,” she reminded me, but I could see what I’d said had resonated within her about his situation.

  “And I’m not saying there weren’t more Cherris in Wiggy’s life either, I can’t defend his behavior, and I would never choose to do that.”

  Talking about my bandmate gave me a knot in my chest, because I was still worried whether or not he’d make it, and I sighed to release the tension I felt. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, it doesn’t matter who we are to begin with or what we have the potential to be, it’s the people around us who end up shaping us into who we are, instead of the people we were meant to be.”

  “Damn, Sawyer, that’s deep thinking,” Billie stated as she wandered over to me and slipped my leather jacket over my shoulders. Without warning she pushed me down on the couch, trapping my arms by my side. My heartbeat lurched at her sudden move.

  Climbing over me, she sat astride me and ran her hands through my hair. Her sexy little dominant move caught me completely unaware. “I’m in love with all these hard contours,” she snickered, as she smoothed her flat hands over my cotton T-shirt, pressed her palms into my pecs, and smiled, seductively.

  “You are?” I asked, cocking a brow. She puckered her lips, leaned forward, and kissed both cheeks. My heart swelled at her words. Billie had become my everything in such a short time.

  “It drives me crazy to feel your warm body in my hands and to know I can do nothing about it. Your body is perfect, and you’re the most beautiful man, inside and out, I’ve ever known,” she whispered, as she pressed her lips briefly to mine. She pulled away from me the instant I tried to kiss her back.

  “Nuh-huh, not so fast, Mr. Wild.” Billie chuckled and cocked her head playfully. “Call this payback for the way you behaved in my bed when we didn’t have time to explore. Then there were the texts, oh and let’s not forget that voicemail,” she stated, sliding slowly off the end of my knees and standing with her feet astride mine. She locked her legs tight against mine to stop me moving.

  “Have at me. I promised you a list. I’ve been thinking and my creative mind has come up with some unoriginal, but fun, ideas to drive you crazy with desire,” I informed her, playfully.

  “Is that so?” she goaded.

  Reaching down to my waistband, her nimble fingers slowly unbuckled my belt, popped each little button on my jeans, and pulled both sides of the fly apart. I had begun to feel aroused again from the moment she’d sat astride me, and when she dropped her gaze to my bulge, I felt my cock thicken substantially. Without taking it out, she scored her fingernails gently down its length and it pulsed as a shiver of desire radiated throughout my body.

  “Lift,” she demanded, tapping my hips at both sides as she stepped back, gripped both sides of the waistband, and eased them over my ass; she continued to pull them down but stopped short of removing them. I quickly realized my arms were trapped in my jacket and my legs were also restricted.

  “Now then. Sawyer Michael Wild, you have teased and taunted me, fucked me hard and tossed me off quickly. You’ve also ate me out until the only thing I could scream was your name, but now …” she said in a dramatic fashion, “this moment is mine.” I swear my cock grew an inch at her dominant words.

  “The way you spoke to me last week in your mom’s sitting room, with the kids in view, was downright naughty of you. Afterward, I figured that potty mouth of yours needed a realignment.” Right then I wanted to grab her and show her who the boss was in the bedroom.

  My cock bounced as I became more aware of my limited movement, and when I tried to move my arms to take back control, she quickly lifted her leg and placed her stiletto-shoed foot on my chest. The sharp heel dug into my abs, stilling me immediately and made my heart race in a way it had rarely beat before. Fear intensified my arousal and my cock strained harder.

  “I see I have your attention now,” she goaded again, and I looked up into her stormy blue eyes.

  “Fuck, darlin’ I love this confident side of you, it’s blistering hot,” I said, my voice gruff and desperate with need.

  “Oh, I know. I can see how much you love it,” she stated cockily, removing her foot from my chest and dropping onto her knees. Her stiff nipples protruded through her thin top as her hands landed on my bare thighs to steady herself. She immediately smoothed her palms over the soft hair.

  A small shiver coursed through me and she looked up at my face and smiled like she had a secret. Leaning forward, she shoved my T-shirt up and bunched the material above my chest.

  “You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen,” she told me in a quiet gruff tone, while peppering small wet kisses over my torso and chest. I drew in a sharp breath and held it when she took my left nipple into her mouth and sucked hard.

  An electric charge ripped through me until she stopped, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My lips tingled from the lack of oxygen with the breath that she stole. “Oh, man,” I breathed.

  My back arched in shock, lifting my ass off the cushion, and she immediately slapped her palms on my torso, slid them onto my hips, and forced me back into place. “Down, boy,” she muttered seductively, her eyes filled with lust and wild with desire. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

  “I love when you look at me like that,” I confessed, feeling more connection with her than I’d ever known before.

  I tried to move again but she placed her hand on my hard junk through my boxers and began to stroke it through them. An involuntary growl of frustration escaped my throat and this time I arched my back for greater contact. I needed her hand on my cock, skin to skin.

  Slowly Billie sat back on her heels, that same small wicked smile on her face, and I’d never felt so tempted to devour anyone in my life.

  “Touch me,” I ordered, sounding more frustrated than I’d ever heard myself.

  Her smile became a full-on wicked grin, her eyes shining with pleasure from my response and she slipped her thumb under my waistband and skimmed it over the slit. When I felt her spreading the bead of precum over my crown, a slow hiss of relief and torture in equal measure, tore involuntarily from my throat.

  “Feels good, right?” she asked, her thumb stroking me again, and my heart almost burst out of my chest with frustration when she pulled her thumb out. I never dreamed she had this naughty side in her.

  “Feels incredible and frustrating at the same time,” I told her.

  Immediately she stuck her thumb in her mouth, and my dick almost shot its load at how easily she drove my desperation to a whole new level. Smirking wickedly, she chuckled. “Tell me what you want,” she goaded.

  “My dick in your mouth,” I said without hesitation.

  “Like this?”
she asked, sliding her hand inside, gripping my cock and finally freeing it from my briefs. Rising onto her knees, she took my cock in as far as she could and closed her lips around it. “Mmmm,” she hummed in a long note that sent a thrill of vibration to my root and almost caused me to spill my load down her throat.

  “Fuck, stop or I’ll come,” I muttered, fighting against that edgy feeling just this side of a no-return climax.

  “Oh, too much?” she teased with a masterful side I never knew existed within her. Working me with precise wrist action she pumped my dick slowly for a while with perfect skill, knowing exactly how hard to grip me and when to ease off. Then, as if she knew I was back in control, she took me back in her mouth.

  “You’re so fucking good at that,” I praised.

  Staring down at her, I watched my shaft being swallowed like she was eating a huge Popsicle and I almost came again, so I shut my eyes and tilted my hips and tried to fuck her mouth. This time she held me down and took me in almost to my root and held it there.

  The feeling of resistance at the back of her throat made my body tighten, and I fought with everything in me not to come. I was losing the battle just as she released it and gagged. Her eyes watered and her body heaved for air as her reflex took over, and I chuckled in disbelief. I never knew she had that in her.

  “Damn, where did you learn to do that?” I questioned, struggling harder to stay in control.

  She didn’t reply but let me loose, and I struggled my jacket from underneath me, turned my body, freeing my arms and wriggled them out of my jacket. When she still hadn’t answered me, I became distracted by how beautifully vulnerable she was.

  Anticipation was a great look on my woman as her chest heaved, her breaths coming in short shallow pants that gave her tits a slight quiver. A hint of fearful reprisal radiated within her for the payback due in lieu of what she had done to me.

  “Such hidden talents, my girl,” I praised again. She scrutinized my every small movement, her lust-filled eyes half closed with desire. As soon as I recognized this in them, my animal instinct threatened to take over.