Dare Me: The Pierce Boys of Georgia, Book One

by Brittany Tarkington

  Fuck. I won’t let her first time be like this, but I’ll make her feel good. And when she finally begs for it, I’ll give in and fuck her. Not like this though.

  I’ll still have my fun.

  I released her mouth and trailed down her neck and stopped at her collarbone. Pushing her shirt up over her bra, I looked up at her making sure she was okay. Her eyes were wild as she looked down at me. I placed a kiss between her tits, and she dropped her head back, sighing loudly.

  I trailed down, peppering kisses against her flat stomach until I reached the top of her jeans. Glancing up, she was watching me again. I never took my eyes off of her as I unsnapped the button and yanked the zipper down.

  I slipped my thumbs on each side of her pants and pulled them down, tugging harder to get them over her perfect ass.

  When they were on the floor next to the bed, she was left only wearing a tiny black thong and a tee bunched up over her perfect tits. I hooked my fingers around her thong, pulled them off, and discarded them next to her jeans.

  I knelt before her, placing my hands on her knees. Her breath was shallow, and her eyes never left me.

  Goddammit if I thought she was hot as sin before, I’d never seen her naked and panting in front of me.

  I spread her knees wider. Starting from the inside of her thigh, I drug my lips against her flesh, kissing and tasting her as I got closer to her center.

  Her breath sped up; I could hear it as she squirmed under my touch. I kissed further north and paused to look up at her.

  Her fist was balled in my comforter. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at me.

  “Why did you stop?’ She asked, breathless.

  “Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t touch you until you begged?”

  She sucked in a breath. “Please.”

  It was a whisper, and one that excited her and pissed her off at the same time. But I was about to make it worth her pleas.

  Smirking, my tongue swept against her clit, and she let out a cry.

  She was dripping wet already. And tasted like the sweetest fucking thing on the planet.

  “I’m just getting started,” I said against her. I knew the combination of the vibrations and air would have her panting, but I didn’t expect her to wrap her legs around my head.

  Responsive little Raquel.

  I latched on to her clit, gently sucking it as I pushed her legs further apart. I pushed a finger in her, pumping in and out as she withered underneath me.

  I groaned against her clit, knowing it would almost send her over the edge.

  I glanced up at her, beautiful black hair spread out against my pillow, and one hand cupping her tit. I smiled into her pussy, pumping my fingers in and out faster at the sight of her coming apart because of me.

  It wouldn’t be long.

  “Roman!”

  “Come for me, baby,” I said against her.

  She cried out, coming undone as her muscles began contracting around my fingers. I flicked her nub, giving special attention to it as she rode out her orgasm. She bucked against my face, and I matched her rhythm, I wouldn’t let go until she was begging me.

  She grabbed my head, twisting her fingers through my hair. “Roman!”

  She was crashing.

  “I can’t,” she rasped out.

  “You can’t what?” I whispered against her, blowing on her clit. She jerked up.

  “I need a minute,” she said.

  I sat up, satisfied. She was laying on my bed, hair in every direction, with her arm resting above her head.

  I stuck my fingers in my mouth, sucking up her juices. So, fucking sweet. I didn’t know it was possible, but her face turned a darker shade of red.

  I laid next to her. “So, you like being touched by me, huh?”

  She draped her hand over her eyes, letting out a chuckle. “It wasn’t the worst thing that’s happened today.”

  She peeked up at me and rolled over on her side.

  “Good to know,” I said, smirking at her.

  Her hand trailed down my stomach and latched on to the hem of my jeans. I know she could see how much that affected me, but that’s for another day.

  “Can I return the favor?” She asked, looking up at me through those thick lashes. I think I damn near came when she said that. It took all my strength to move her hand.

  I shook my head. “I want you to be ready.”

  She eyed me curiously. “I am ready. I just asked.”

  I smirked. Throwing my arms behind my head, I crossed them and leaned back against the headboard.

  “Exactly. You won’t ask. You’ll take.”

  She rolled over on her back, sighing loudly in defeat. I chuckled at her, she’s not there yet, but she will be.

  “Or maybe, you just need to beg.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me, accepting the challenge.

  Mom was waiting in the living room when I got back from Roman’s house. Like an ugly blast from the past. A reminder that she used to be somewhat decent to me.

  She was wearing new clothes, her hair was styled, and she was sporting makeup. A huge upgrade from seeing her slouching from the kitchen to her bedroom in her pajamas a few days ago. I knew this was because of grandma, but I hope for Mom’s sake, it lasted. No one deserved to live like that. Even if she didn’t try to have a relationship with me, she was still my mom. I wanted the best for her.

  She smiled as brightly as she could. Behind her sad eyes, I saw the woman she used to be. Who looked eerily a lot like me.

  “Come, sit,” she said, patting the cushion beside her.

  Oh, great we’re doing this again.

  But this time its grandma forcing her to have a relationship with me. Not dad. She complained she couldn’t talk to me because I spaced out too much and it was frustrating for her when I was younger.

  It stung when I was little, but now I just knew she’d been mentally ill all my life. The burden fell on dad when he was alive. And that ship sank as soon as he was lowered into the ground last year. Because fuck knows I can barely keep my head above water. I can’t even begin to help her.

  “You’re out of bed,” I said. I chose the chair across from her instead of the place next to her. Because this isn’t Dr. Phil. We can say a few things, but we aren’t fixing shit, and I want to go to bed.

  “I am. Your Grandma got me out today, and I start my new job Monday. Isn’t that great?”

  Twisting my lips to the side. Who in the hell would hire her? “Uh, definitely. Where are you working?”

  She swatted the air. “Just helping with filing at Grandma’s boyfriend's law firm.”

  My eyes widened. Go, Grandma.

  “That’s great, Mom. Super excited for you.” I stood and began walking to the staircase on the opposite side of the room,

  “Raquel?”

  I twisted on my feet, reluctantly facing her. “Yeah?”

  “Grandma tells me you’ve been hanging out with a boy? Roman? I want to meet him.”

  I fought an eye roll. A day back in the real world and she wants to be a mom again. How very predictable of her.

  “I’m not dating him,” I said. I switched on my feet, hoping to show her I was over the conversation.

  She smiled weakly. “If you say so, but I’d still like to meet him.”

  I turned on my heels, and this time I did roll my eyes. So dramatically I didn’t know if they would ever be normal again. I’d check the mirror when I got upstairs.

  “Sure thing, Mother.”

  I heard her huff. She always hated when I called her that. And I always hated when she tried to pop in and parent me for a few days before collapsing back into bed for months.

  Not today, Satan.

  I took the stairs two by two until I reached the landing and made a sharp turn bound for my obnoxiously floral room. I slammed the door, holding my back against it for a beat.

  Holy shit.

  I thre
w my phone on my dresser and stared at the mirror. My eyes weren’t permanently damaged from the eye roll. But I had a glow, and one that Mom surely hadn’t missed.

  I didn’t lie though. Roman is a friend. As friendly as one can get, and I’m going to take advantage of that until the moment we’re both shipped off to college.

  Before him, I couldn’t be touched. I was unfulfilled. I had no one.

  And after him? Well, I was glowing from a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Roman: Wear that black thong today

  Me: To school? Why?

  Roman: You’ll see

  Apparently, I do what he says now because I’m pulling that exact thong on right now and topping it off with a matching black bra.

  Here’s to living the best part of my high school years. Right?

  When I arrived at school, I parked the Mustang and walked in the back door where students with driving privileges enter. This was a first for me, I usually rode to school with Aiden or his parents.

  But that wasn’t my life now.

  Far fucking from it. Because this boy with a black leather jacket and low hanging jeans walking toward me pushed all thoughts of my previous boring life from my brain.

  I think my heart had shifted places and landed in my brain. The pounding in my ears was surely about to burst my eardrum.

  And I just stopped and waited for that to happen.

  I left his house and went straight home last night, so this was the first time I’d faced him since he had his face buried between my thighs.

  I have to say, it’s more exhilarating than I thought it would be. Like the world was standing still, and it was just me and him, sharing a secret between each other.

  A dirty, filthy secret that I wanted to do over and over again.

  “What are you smiling at?” Roman asked when he approached me.

  “Memories.”

  His hands circled my waist, walking me back until I was up against the wall. Nuzzling his head in my neck, he reached my ear. “I’m about to give you new ones to smile about.”

  With my hands on his chest, I gave him a slight push. “We have to get to class.”

  He smirked at me. I knew my face was red hot with embarrassment. We were in the back hallway, and I was running late, but we could still be caught.

  “We have to go to first period.”

  We untangled when I shoved him back, but his arms were against the wall, trapping me in place. I looked up at him, hoping I could convince him to go to class because he was chipping away at my resistance.

  I was seriously debating sitting in a boring ass class or sucking face with the most gorgeous guy in school. I must have hit my head this morning.

  “There’s a guest speaker this morning. Everyone’s in the auditorium.”

  “I need to check in with Ms. Indigo,” I said.

  He shook his head, “I told her you were already in the auditorium. She marked you here.”

  “You’re persistent, huh?”

  Smirking, he closed the gap between us. His lips were less than an inch away, and my eyes danced between his mouth and face, wondering why he was toying with me.

  With a devilish grin, he said, “Only when I want something as bad as I want you.”

  And then his lips crashed against mine.

  Where they fucking belonged.

  I parted my lips and his tongue glided in, massaging me before it slipped out. He kissed down my jaw, down my neck, and stopped at my collarbone.

  His hands dropped from the wall, and came up under my ass, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs against him and bracing me against the wall for support, he lifted my shirt up.

  His large hands palmed my breast. When he found the clasp in front of my bra, he grinned into my lips before unhooking it.

  “You wanted this as much as I did,” he rasped out.

  Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled him back to my lips. I didn’t want to answer with words, I’d show him how much I wanted it.

  No asking, just taking, right?

  I wrapped my legs tighter, pressing my body closer to deepen the kiss. I could feel him against me, I knew how much he wanted this, but when he let out a groan, it was almost my undoing.

  I was making him feel as good as he made me feel.

  I affected him, and I fucking loved it.

  “Apparently, me clearing my throat won’t stop you, so I figured I’d speak up before I get pregnant from watching this.”

  Roman let me down gently and stood in front of me, blocking me until I was decent. I clasped my bra, pulled my shirt down and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Combing my fingers through my hair, I stepped around his outstretched arm and stood beside him.

  A woman I had never seen before was standing in front of us, amused. She had long black hair and a sleeve of tattoos, besides that, she gave off teacher vibes in her dress pants and silky top.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Roman asked, clearly pissed that some random lady broke us up.

  “Lea Thompson.” She wasn't affected by his cussing, and she didn’t seem to be pissed we were making out. Only slightly amused.

  “If you don’t work here, kindly screw off so we can finish what we started,” he shot back.

  I nudged him with my elbow in the side, but it didn’t faze him.

  “I only cover drugs and alcohol and parents in my speech, but I guess I could throw in a quick sex ed course,” she said.

  Opening the back door to the auditorium, she nodded at it. “After you.”

  Roman’s jaw ticked as he glared at her, but he walked through the door.

  She stopped me when I passed. Glancing at Roman, and then back at me. “He reminds me of someone,” she said with a smirk. “Be careful with that one.”

  “Er, thanks, I guess,” I mumbled.

  He grabbed my hand and walked me in the opposite direction. The auditorium was packed with students. We didn’t move from the back, but I watched Lea Thompson, an apparent guest speaker, rushed up to the stage.

  “I’m Lea Thompson! I’m so sorry about the delay. I had something unexpected pop up,” she said, and I swear to God, she looked me right in the eye. “I’m the guest speaker today.”

  “Yeah, I’m not staying here for this,” I said.

  “Sweetest words you ever said,” Roman answered with a grin.

  He held the door open for me and swatted my ass as I walked out. Such a gentleman. I bursted into laughter.

  “What’s so funny?” He asked.

  “Nothing. Come on,” I said, and ran out the back door.

  I don’t need a guest lecture to tell me drugs and alcohol are bad and to use a condom.

  Best few months of my life, right?

  The plan was to drop my car off at my house. Roman was swinging by to pick me up, in his Range Rover, a vehicle that is apparently not stolen and was purchased legally. I know this because I asked. A girls gotta know.

  But plans change.

  An older Toyota Camry was parked in front of Grandma’s garage, blocking me from getting in.

  When I shut off the engine and walked over to the car, my suspicions were correct.

  Emily freaking Williams stepped out of the car.

  Any other time, I would be happy. I mean, maybe, she kind of blew me off when I moved, but right now she was a problem.

  Because I wanted, no needed, to be alone with Roman. Can the universe just give a girl thirty minutes to lose her virginity to a hot guy? Is that a crime?

  She threw her arms around my shoulders, and I was engulfed by her wheat blonde hair. I almost suffocated, until I pushed it out of my face and took a step back.

  Sensory overload.

  “Sorry Rocki, I know you don’t like being hugged. I’ve just missed you!”

  “Raquel,” I muttered.

  Her perfect eyebrows knitted together. “What?”

  “My name is Raquel. I always hated that
nickname.”

  She looked as if I’d physically slapped her. “I didn’t know.”

  Sighing, I’m an asshole.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. This is just a surprise, that’s all.”

  She tucked her hair behind her ear and forced a smile. “We had the day off, some teacher workday thing, and I figured you guys did, too. So here I am!”

  Oh, she doesn’t know I’m skipping.

  “I do have the day off. I’m just planning on staying in. Probably taking a nap,” I said, forcing a yawn.

  And because the universe hates me, a white Range Rover pulled up behind me. The engine died and out jumped Roman. He walked over to us and draped an arm over my shoulders.

  “Who’s this?” He asked, brow raised at Emily.

  Confusion was written all over his face. I’m sure he was shocked to see us speaking. Because, let’s face it, if Emily and I weren’t in forced proximity our entire lives, we probably wouldn’t be friends. She’s the cute, bubbly, blonde. All-American girl next door time.

  And, well, I’m me.

  We don’t fit. Or make sense to the outside world, but she’s always been nice to me. Like she didn’t see that I was an anchor, holding her down and drowning her from having an actual social life and robbing her of full potential.

  Her jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly composed herself. “I’m Emily, Raquel’s friend from Pinewood.”

  She stuck her hand out, and he reluctantly moved his arm from my shoulders to shake it.

  “Roman Pierce,” he said, and her eyes went wide.

  “I drove over hoping Raquel would go to lunch with me,” she said, tearing her eyes away from Roman, she landed on me. “Just hang out like old times?”

  My mind went blank as I stared at her hopeful eyes. Think of an excuse. Anything. Anything at all.

  I looked at Roman, hoping that rough mouth would swoop in and tell her to leave so we could finish what we started in the hallway.

  He looked at me, narrowed his eyes into slits and broke into a grin. “I think that would be fun for you, Raquel.”

  “We had plans,” I said through gritted teeth.

  Emily laughed, “Um, you said you were taking a nap.”

  He leaned into me, dangerously close to my ears. “When you’re eating with her, just think about what I’d rather be eating.”