If You Dare (Dare Series Book 3)

by Shantel Tessier

  A light flashes in the room, making me blink, but then it’s gone. “What …?”

  He grinds his hips into mine again, and I forget it.

  Is this how it was for him and Becky? Did they pretend to be someone else? Is that how he was able to put up with her for as long as he did?

  He slides my shirt up farther, and a strangled moan leaves my lips when I feel the pads of his thumbs brush over my nipples. The cool air still lingers in my room, and the feel of his hands makes them harden.

  I shudder.

  “Deke.” I pant, my boy shorts soaked. My arms are still pinned underneath me, and they’re starting to go numb. He remains silent. The room is full of my heavy breathing, and I think I’m getting dizzy. It’s hard to tell because I can’t focus on anything due to the lack of light.

  Another flash of light. What the hell is that?

  I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning when his right hand comes up and wraps around my throat. His free hand slides down my hip, his fingers setting my skin on fire before it dips between our bodies and to my boy shorts. He pulls them to the side, and I gasp when he slides a finger into me.

  No warning and no asking for permission. It’s like he thinks he fucking owns me.

  You’re allowing it, my mind shouts. I can’t tell him to stop. I can’t … “Fuck …” I arch my back, and my breath gets caught in my lungs when he adds a second one.

  He’s so rough, it hurts, but in a way that makes me like it.

  You’re sick, my mother would say.

  I am. I’d have to agree.

  “So fucking wet. Just like last time. Does this turn you on, babe? A stranger in your room? Taking advantage of you? You didn’t put up much of a fight. Or is it just me? Is it the fact that I call you Becky?” Someone laughs from behind me, and my face heats with embarrassment.

  “Cole!” I growl, knowing who it is.

  Deke chuckles. “He’s not gonna help you. He’s my soldier. And if you plan on going to war with me, you’re gonna need an army. ’Cause you can’t fight me on your own.”

  I try to wiggle my arms, but it just makes the zip tie dig into my skin, and I cry out. Deke ignores it. “Tell me, princess. Do you want my mouth or my cock this time?”

  He removes his fingers and then adds another, making me arch my back as I let out a strangled cry. It’s painful in the best way. His free hand is still wrapped around my throat, but it’s not cutting off my air. I’m panting and so fucking wet for this monster.

  “Why do I have to choose one?” I mumble, my hips grinding against his fingers as they slow. I pump my hips, not wanting him to stop. I don’t give a fuck that Cole is here. Or the fact that I hate Deke Biggs. It feels too good. My body wants it. My mind is screaming for it. And it’s just one step closer to pissing my sister off.

  She’ll hate me when she finds out he’s touched me. More than she already does. Perfect.

  His thumb brushes over my clit, and I whimper.

  “Greedy.” He kisses my stomach, and my body begins to shake. “I like that.” His lips pull away at the same time he removes his fingers. My body sags into the bed in disappointment. “Open,” he orders, his voice hardening, and I blink up at the darkness confused by what he means. But then I feel his fingers on my lips. Pushing my head back with his free hand, I open, and he shoves two fingers into my mouth. I suck on them like the good girl he wants me to be and taste myself, hoping he’ll reward me with another orgasm like last night. He lets out a growl as I lick them like they’re his cock. That thought makes me moan. Then suddenly, he removes them, and I pant, licking my wet lips.

  His laughter fills the cold and dark room. My face flushes with embarrassment, and I’m thankful they can’t see me. He shifts his weight, and I feel his lips brush against mine. I suck in a nervous breath and don’t move. “You get neither,” he tells me with satisfaction.

  Then he pulls away from me, and I hear his footsteps along with another walk out of my room and down the stairs, followed by the front door opening and shutting. Seconds later, I’m still lying on my bed looking up at nothing when all the lights come back on.

  I roll over onto my stomach, panting. Knowing that he damn well left me here with my arms still tied behind my back on purpose. My underwear wet. My shirt shoved up to my neck and my hair a tangled mess. I catch sight of my phone lying next to me, and I realize what those flashes of light were. Cole took pictures of me and Deke because one of them is showcased on my screen.

  “Fuuuuccckkk.” I think I just started a war with Deke Biggs. But what he doesn’t know about me is that I’m not like Becky. She can’t play like I can. She can’t think like I can. And she sure as hell can’t seduce him like I can.

  Game on.

  CHAPTER SIX

  DEKE

  “HAVE A NICE night.” I nod to the guy who sits in the guard shack.

  He looks up from his phone and smiles at us. “Have a good night, boys. Cole, tell Austin I said hello.”

  “Will do.” Cole pulls onto the road and hits the gas, shifting gears in his M4. I sit back in my seat and readjust my hard cock inside my jeans.

  “She’s gonna be pissed you left her wrists tied.” Cole breaks the silence, but I hear the amusement in his voice.

  “I know, but she’ll figure out how to get herself out of it.” I turn and throw my black bag into the back seat that I had dropped by her front door when we entered her house. I thought about using my handcuffs but then decided against it. I’d have to relieve her of those, and I had no desire to leave Demi Holt how I found her—free.

  If she wants to be a little bitch, then I’ll give her a reason to. It wasn’t hard to find out what I needed to know. A look online showed me that her mother and stepdad were in New York for business reasons. The pic that graced social media had them dining at an expensive hotel a few hours ago. And a look at Becky’s Facebook assured me she was not at home—she was back in Collins. She may have deleted me as a friend, but she keeps all her shit public. It’s like she wants me to get jealous that she allows men to hang all over her. Like I fucking care who she spreads her legs for. That time has passed.

  “You know I’ve always got your back,” Cole starts, “but I’m curious. What exactly are you trying to accomplish by playing with her?”

  “I don’t know,” I say honestly, running a hand down my face. “Just wanna let her know where she stands.” Demi needed to be thrown off her high horse she rides with a smug smile. I think leaving her pussy wet and her wrists restrained in her bed is a good start.

  I liked the way her voice shook when she thought I was there to hurt her. The fear I heard when she asked what I wanted. It matched the same fear Becky had when she found out I knew all her secrets. I held all the cards and had all the power.

  She needs to remember that I do.

  She thought I was Seth at first, and that pissed me off. Knowing that she had allowed me to touch her when she was clearly unavailable makes her just like her cheating, lying sister. But still, I can’t help but wonder, is that how they do it? He dresses up as a burglar and sneaks into her room before taking advantage of her? She plays the role of victim, fighting him off, but she eventually gives up and lets him win?

  I could totally get into that.

  Fuck!

  Don’t think that way. She is off-limits. Untouchable. I just wanted to scare her. I wasn’t going to force myself on her because I’m not a rapist. But I wanted her to know that I was the one who made that decision, not her. I had told myself it was nothing sexual. To get in, scare the shit out of her, and get the fuck out. But shit, she got turned on. More so than when she was at Silence last night. I wasn’t even planning on touching her in any way, but when she moaned, I went hard. Then she lifted her hips, silently begging me for more. I fingered her again—as though she belonged to me—when I had no right to touch her.

  Why didn’t she stop me?

  She’s messing with my mind more than Becky ever has. Why am I allowing her to do this?
I’m supposed to be the one in charge, but am I playing her game? Or is she playing mine?

  Something tells me that Demi is a much better player than Becky could ever be. And that thought turns me on even more.

  “You okay?” Cole asks, giving me a glance before looking back at the road.

  I grunt. “Yep.” She got my warning. She’ll stay away, and I’ll go back to my plan of seducing Becky. She has to fall in love with me all over again so I can break her fucking black heart. Demi can’t get in the way of that. I won’t let her.

  ________________

  “Where did you guys go last night?” Austin asks, stepping out on the patio with Lilly. She sheds her little towel with fairy wings on it to showcase a pink bathing suit.

  I have come to find I like the Texas weather much more than Oregon. It’s the middle of October and still nice enough to swim. Even though the pool is heated, it’s not needed yet. The temp doesn’t drop until the sun goes down.

  “Uncle Deke,” she screeches when she sees I’m already in the pool and runs, jumping in. I pull her head up from under the water and put her on my shoulders. Her little feet kick water up in my face as she splashes.

  “We had to take care of something,” I answer Austin.

  She pulls her shirt up and over her head, her green eyes glaring down at me. “What did you need to take care of?”

  My eyes fall to her scar from where Kellan shot her, but I don’t answer.

  She looks at Cole who sits on the third step staring up at her. He’s leaned back, his elbows resting on the second step. His blue eyes run up her body slowly as if he’d rather have her naked and alone at the moment.

  “Cole?” she urges.

  His eyes make their way up to hers, but he says nothing.

  She looks at me when she realizes he’s not saying shit. “What did you guys do?”

  “We just had a little fun,” I decide to say in answer.

  She looks back and forth between Cole and me for a second. “And?”

  “We were just playing. Harmless fun,” I tell her.

  She rolls her eyes. “Oh God, not this again.”

  “What?” I feign innocence while Lilly pounds her little hands into my cheeks excitedly, her feet still splashing me.

  “You know what?” she snaps and then bends over to remove her shorts. “I know what your definition of play is, and it’s not fun.”

  Yeah, Austin was once something Cole played with. The moment he laid eyes on her, she became his prey.

  Nine months ago

  I stand in an abandoned cemetery over the bloody dead guy who my friends and I just killed. He was our revenge. Cole wanted him to pay, and we all played our part in making sure he got it.

  A phone ringing slices through the silent night. “Hello?” Kellan answers. “Yeah.” He nods to himself. “Be there soon.” Hanging up, he pockets his cell. “I gotta go.”

  What the fuck? Where in the hell does he have to go that is so important right now? He’s been acting fishy for days. More than he usually does. He didn’t even want to be a part of this tonight. But I think Bennett talked him into it at the last minute.

  “Get out of here,” I tell him, trying not to show my frustration toward him at the moment. “Cole and I will wrap this up.” Where did he go anyway? We heard a noise, and he went to check it out. It was probably some wild animal. No one comes up here anymore.

  “Let us know when it’s done,” Bennett tells me, turning on his flashlight to light the way back to his car.

  “Will do.” I nod, and they turn and begin to walk down the hill to where we parked our cars. I wait a few seconds before I call out his name. “Cole?”

  “Over here,” he answers. His voice doesn’t sound far away from me.

  I pull out my flashlight, making my way down the hill so I don’t trip over any tree limbs. I see him down on his knees, straddling someone dressed in a pair of jeans and a black hoodie.

  “You sorry son of a …”

  “What did you find?” I ask, cutting off the girl as I come up next to them. My light shines down on her. A pretty brunette lies on the wet ground. Cole straddles her hips, pinning her arms under his legs. “Oh, a toy. Where did she come from?” What the hell is she doing in this abandoned cemetery this time of night?

  “Not sure,” he answers.

  “Are there more?” I ask, taking a quick look around but don’t see anything. He has one; I want one too.

  “Fuck you,” she spits out.

  I laugh. “I like when they have a dirty mouth.”

  She arches her back, letting out a scream of frustration that rings out in the dark, rainy night.

  “No one can hear you out here,” he tells her, his free hand coming up and wrapping around her throat. The blood from the guy we just killed on his hand covering her sun-kissed skin. “There’s no one to come save you.”

  She whimpers.

  “I love it when they scream. Go ahead, sweetheart,” I say softly. “Scream for me.” I kneel next to them. Reaching out, I wrap her brown hair around my bloody hand, and I jerk her head to the side to face me. She bares her perfect teeth, sucking in a breath, but she doesn’t cry out from my force. Both of our lights stay on her face, and she squints her pretty green eyes, trying to see.

  In the distance, I hear an engine roar as Shane, Kellan, and Bennett leave. “What were you doing out here all alone?” I ask her.

  “Watching you murder someone,” she snaps.

  I throw my head back, laughing at the fucking bitch. I find her truth refreshing. “Like to watch, do you?”

  She bucks her hips, trying to throw Cole off, but no such luck. He’s twice her size, so she’s not going anywhere.

  “What a coincidence. So do I,” I continue with a dark laugh.

  She stiffens, and I look at my best friend. “Go ahead, Cole. Give me a show. I earned it. We gave her one, after all.”

  “Don’t,” she whispers as her lips part, and she sucks in a ragged breath.

  Cole smiles down at her, his hand loosening around her neck to run along her collarbone, pulling down her oversized hoodie in the process. His bloody hand leaves a trail. The sound of her ragged breathing fills the cold night.

  “You know how much I love to perform,” he tells me, fucking with her.

  “Please,” she pleads while his finger runs over her shoulder, pushing her black bra strap off and watching it disappear into the sleeve of her hoodie.

  I slap Cole on the back. “She’s begging you already, Cole. Fuck! That’s some kind of record, right?” I whistle. But not really. All the women beg to get in his pants. Every girl wants a piece of a GWS.

  The wind picks up and tosses her hair around her face, causing it to stick to the blood along her neck and chest. “Red is your color,” he tells her.

  “Orange is gonna be yours,” she growls, lifting her chin.

  He smiles at her words.

  I laugh it off, then have a thought. How much did she see? What the hell is she even doing here? I’ve never seen this girl before. Does she know who we are? Is she related to Jeff, the guy we just killed? As far as I know, he only had one relative—Jerrold. And that fucker is next on our list. “She may have recorded it.”

  Cole sighs. “That would be very stupid of you,” he tells her.

  He drops the flashlight beside her head. Letting go of her shirt, he sits up, freeing her arms, and she begins to fight him. Her hands slap at his body, and her nails dig into his naked chest before he pins her hands above her head. “Check her pockets,” he orders me.

  She screams as she tries to fight him. Her hips buck, and she kicks her legs out, but I pat her pockets and find a cell phone. Fuck! “It’s locked.”

  “What’s the passcode?” he demands.

  She clamps her mouth shut, and her pretty green eyes narrow. “Either you give me the passcode, or I take it from you. What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” he threatens.

  “I didn’t …”

  This bitch is
n’t gonna play this game with us. Not tonight. “That’s not the only thing we’re gonna take,” I say, cutting her off. I bend down and unbutton her jeans, then lower her zipper. Knowing her biggest fear and using it to my advantage.

  “No!” she cries out. “It’s retina … it’s a retina scanner,” she says in a rush.

  “Fucking technology,” I growl. “What happened to the good ole days where you just flipped the phone open, and it fucking worked?” Why would this chick need a retina scanner? I highly doubt she has anything important on her phone that she doesn’t want others to see.

  I hold the damn phone up to her face, Cole’s flashlight lies on the ground next to them, shining on her face. It unlocks the phone, and the first place I go to is her photos. They’re the typical girl selfies with the duck face. I go to her videos, and she has none. Strange, but also smart for not recording us.

  But who the fuck is she? And why the hell is she hanging out in a cemetery in the middle of the night? On New Year’s of all nights? She should be at a party. Drunk or high. I exit out of her videos and go to her Facebook app. I stare at her name for a few seconds, then frown and squint. This can’t be right … I exit out and then open it back, thinking it will change. It doesn’t.

  Shit! I grunt.

  “What is it?” he asks, clearly hearing me.

  “No videos or pictures, but there is something interesting.” I may not know this girl, but I know my best friend. And she is about to become as fucking dead as Jeff is.

  “I tried to tell you. I didn’t record it,” she says, panting.