Dare Me: The Pierce Boys of Georgia, Book One

by Brittany Tarkington

  I think she wanted to go home with me right now. But if I could get her out and burn off some of this shit, it’d be better. If I took her home right now, she could break out in a panic, and I didn’t want that.

  The first time I took Molly, my friend ditched me, and I sat in my car alone for hours listening to music. Hours of panic.

  I didn’t even drink for months after that. I was done with everything until Rhett showed me how to have fun with it.

  Raquel can have her fun tonight, but after this, no more shit like this. I’m not letting her fall into Rhett’s lifestyle. Not like I did. I never got addicted or craved going out like him, I just did it for a while because he wanted me to.

  But with her impulses and newfound desire to rebel against everything, she could easily turn into a girl version of Rhett, and I had to do everything in my power to stop that.

  I always hated it. I said I’d never do it again, and he knew what he was doing when he gave her that pill. There’s no way in hell she asked for that. As far as I know, she rarely even drinks. So, for her to ask my asshole of a brother for a drug? No, that’s not right.

  It’s him. All him.

  I don’t want to give her a bad trip, so I’m playing it off, but make no mistake, when tonight is over, he will pay for this shit.

  I tilted the orange juice back and when the drink slid down the back of my throat, I knew the first wave was hitting.

  My eyes slid over to Raquel in the passenger seat. Black jeans, black jacket, black hair, and her eyes, usually blue, were without a trace of color tonight; wide and black. Like a fallen angel about to destroy my world.

  Maybe one night wouldn’t be so bad.

  Not with her. In a dark, busy club. Loud music. Strangers grinding against each other. No one would notice if we slipped against a wall, and I fucked her.

  Leaning back in my seat, I pushed the car in reverse, and sped off on the highway, rubbing my steering wheel, but pretending it was the girl in my passenger seat.

  I slung the car in front of the building, hopping out, I left it running and walked to the passenger side. Raquel was getting out on her own, and still, I linked my fingers in hers and tugged her forward. Rhett was behind us, barking our last name to the valet.

  It was nothing I hadn’t been to a million times with Rhett.

  A long line.

  A meathead bouncer I pushed into.

  A throbbing, dark room packed with too many people.

  And at barely eighteen years old, I was over it. When I looked over at Raquel’s wide eyes lit with excitement, taking it all in, I was reminded why I’m still here.

  So, I squeezed her hand tighter and pulled her toward the staircase. Away from the cages with dancers, and the bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor. Opposite of the bar and the hustle of the tables. I just wanted her to myself.

  Another wave was capturing me. Ripping me open and pulling me out to shore. She was my lifeboat against the storm, she’d rest the raging sea.

  I just needed to touch her.

  “Here he is!” Rhett’s annoying ass voice boomed from behind me. I looked in his direction, finding some douche in a suit with a few girls surrounding him. My brother waved me over, and if I felt any other emotion than getting this girl alone, I’d slap the shit out of him.

  So, I went.

  I stood next to the table, keeping her at my side as Rhett slid in. He was grinning ear to ear as he gestured to me.

  “My brother, Roman.”

  “Jovanni,” he said, sticking his hand in my direction. I took it, shaking it and looking him in the eye with utmost respect. Because, well, I’d be fucking my girl in his club in a matter of five minutes. The least I could do is pay a little respect before.

  “Pleasure’s mine,” I clipped back.

  And their attention was torn from me.

  Rhett was fixated on a girl next to him, Jovanni had gone back to the slew around him, and I was left with the only person I wanted to be with.

  I took a deep breath, calming my heart.

  I was about to lose my shit if I didn’t get alone with her. Or just get the fuck away from them.

  Like I told her before, any drug was weird for me. Highs and lows. I tried to avoid the lows with everything I had in me, even if that meant agreeing to go along with her to a club so she would have a good trip. And you know, fucking her here.

  I just needed to find a secret place.

  I don’t know if it was on her mind, but she’d never recover from a Molly fuck. So, I tapped her hand, smiling.

  “Follow me.” I tried to say it soft enough where no one else heard it, but she would, and know my intention.

  I found a hallway with restrooms, and just beyond there were employee only entrances. I knew if I kept walking, I’d find some shit to hide in.

  It paid off, at the end of the hallways, there was a door with no window. Unlocked and unoccupied, I yanked her inside, and locked it behind us.

  The bass of the music was bleeding through the walls. And her breath sped as she looked around the dim room. Only an old desk and a few chairs occupied it

  Alone and quiet. It was fucking perfect. With this new wave, I had to have her, and when she looked up at me, I knew she needed this, too.

  “Are we going to get caught?” She looked around; a stint of panic shone in her eye.

  And here we go. Her first set of panicking. I’ll fucking kill my brother.

  I caught her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. Only focus on me.

  “No one will bother us.”

  She nodded. “But how do you know?”

  My lips curved into a grin. She hadn’t been in our area long enough. Still so fresh and naïve.

  With my parents gone, and me settling down somewhat, there hasn’t been a reason for her to see what I can get away with.

  “Because Rhett is tight with the owner.” She nodded but didn’t look completely calm. “And no one would fuck with anyone with my last name.”

  Her brows knitted together, but I didn’t give her enough time to ask before I crashed my lips against hers.

  If I couldn’t soothe the panic out of her, I’d fuck it out.

  She matched my kiss with need. Her hands snaking around my back, rubbing up my arms and then down again. She repeated the cycle like she needed to touch me to breathe.

  I broke off the kiss, stepping back. “Pull your pants down and bend over the desk.”

  She blinked, probably making sure she heard me right.

  Up until now, I’d always been gentle with her.

  But I wanted her to experience something new tonight.

  Never breaking eye contact, she unsnapped her jeans and slid them down. Kicking them off, she nudged them away from her. Next was her lacy thong.

  My arms were crossed at my chest, and I was standing a few feet away from her enjoying the view. She was looking at me as if she needed to be told again.

  “Hands on the desk,” I clipped.

  Raking her bottom lip through her teeth, she did as she was told. But not to my standards, so I walked over and pushed the small of her back down, arching her back.

  I leaned over her, resting my lips against her ear. “Don’t hide anything from me.”

  She shivered.

  I knew what she was feeling. Every touch, breath, feeling, it was all magnified on this drug. And I was having a hard time restraining myself. I just wanted to make sure she felt good.

  I got a good look at that perfect ass. Groaning, I slid my hand up her legs, dipping between them to brush her lips.

  Her breath hitched.

  As I took her, breathing hard, bent over and ready for me, I knew it would be impossible to hold back.

  We’d have to have more rounds. All I wanted right now was to sink inside of her and fuck her until I got off.

  Next round I’d be slow.

  Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a cond
om. My pants hit the floor after I unbuttoned them. I rolled the condom on, lined up with her, and sank inside. Warm and tight. I was home inside her.

  She moaned. Surprised and filled by me.

  After our first time, I warned her, I liked to fuck hard. Not with her, but tonight was different. I needed to be buried inside her.

  I pumped in her, giving her everything I had. Raquel cried out, trying to grip the desk. When she composed herself, I drove in harder.

  And harder.

  Until she was slapping the desk. With nothing to grip and nothing to save her, she cried out.

  But I wasn’t done until I filled her.

  The blaring music was pouring into the walls, drowning out the sound and vibrating the floor.

  Everything felt so fucking good.

  My ears.

  My feet on the vibrating floor.

  My dick deep inside her.

  Grunting, my hands were on her hips as I pumped out of her for the last time. I fell over, resting against her glistening back.

  I tried to slow my breath as my heart tried to fight itself out of my chest. She was laying on the desk, arms stretched out in front of her as her chest rose and fell.

  A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. I did that to her. Me. No one else. I slapped her ass and ran a hand along her back. Fuck, keeping my hands off her any day was next to impossible, but tonight? I don’t even care to try.

  She faced me and propped her head on her elbow. Teeth sunk in her lips, giving me a sultry, daring look that went straight to my dick.

  I’d be ready for round two soon.

  “I want to dance.” Her voice was breathy but demanding.

  “In here?” My brows knitted together.

  She shook her head as much as possible while she was still leaning on the desk. “Take me out there.”

  Fuck.

  I stepped back, pulling my jeans up.

  “Get dressed.” It came out less than a demand and more of a defeat.

  My fingers were laced through his. And it felt so damn good just to be this close to him. We were walking down the hallway he’d led me through when we arrived.

  No one was back here. Even in my altered mind, I was thankful for that. I didn’t want anyone to hear what I’d shared with him. I was possessive of my alone time with him.

  Instead of going downstairs to the other club goers dancing, we took a hard left.

  Booth after booth, we passed, he finally stopped at the end before another staircase. He yanked my hand and I followed him all the way up. There was a single balcony ten steps up. My stomach dropped when I looked at the glass railing. I mean, it was cool, but I didn’t want to fall to my death.

  The music was bleeding through the wall, but Roman, calm, and collected, didn’t act like he felt it. I felt it all, saw it all, and devoured it. But he kept his cool.

  I could see the entire club from here. Private boxes filled with people on the top deck and dancers and party goers on the bottom, a sea of people dancing as if they thought no one could see them.

  I leaned against the glass siding, becoming one with the bass flowing through the building. It was electrifying. And to heighten my feeling, a hand slid around my waist.

  Roman.

  The name sliced through my brain, dulling everything else around me. He’d never felt so good. I was throbbing for him, need coursing through my veins. I turned to face him.

  He pulled back and took a step over to the table. A bucket of ice was situated between a bottle and two glasses scattered.

  He reached into the ice bucket, pulled out a piece and popped it in his mouth. With a lazy grin, he walked over to me, standing only inches away.

  I arched a brow, waiting for him.

  What the fuck are you doing, Roman?

  No words were shared. He just went to work, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down.

  Slowly and deliberately.

  His cool breath hit my thighs as he worked his way back up.

  I was leaning against the railing, evening out my breathing as people danced below us. It was a rush, knowing that all it would take is the lights to hit us a certain way and we could be spotted. Even two levels above them, I’d never been more exposed.

  He was in front of me again, smirking like he could see inside me. I knew I must have a wild look in my eye, but I didn’t care. He drove me to the edge, and he’d keep on until I was soaring off the side.

  He did this to me.

  His lips pressed to mine. Not wasting any time, his tongue demanded entrance. Ice cold, and unforgiving. I snaked my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. But he broke the kiss off, I let out a frustrated growl and he smiled again.

  “How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning close to me.

  Frustrated.

  Exposed.

  Turned on.

  Better than I have in my entire fucking life.

  But I settled on, “Fine.” Breathless and impatient, my voice sounded hoarse.

  “Just fine?” He smirked, walking back over to the table. “I think we can do better than that.”

  He took another piece of ice, popped it in his mouth, and left one in his hand before standing before me.

  His lips were back on mine, teasing and tasting. His lips were freezing, but I didn’t mind the shock. He nipped down my neck, only stopping when he got to my shirt collar. He looked up at me, grinning devilishly.

  Bending down, he lifted my shirt and slid my bra up. I gasped as the shock registered late.

  Fuck, that was cold.

  Panting, my brain finally caught up. God his mouth felt good. He swirled his frozen tongue over my nipple before giving the other his full attention.

  And then he kissed further down. Too far. He missed the target.

  I let out a frustrated moan.

  Chuckling, he muttered, “Patience, Raquel.”

  I gripped the railing, leaning further back, I arched my back for better access.

  That’s when I felt it on my thigh. Ice cold, sliding up to my entrance, stopping right before, and starting on the other side. Followed by warm lips, kissing, and trailing behind the ice cube.

  “Roman,” I breathed out.

  Fuck my whole life. I think I saw stars when he finally reached the target. He paused. I looked down as he popped the rest of the cube in his mouth before disappearing between my legs again.

  I held the railing for dear life, like it was my lifeline, the only thing keeping me grounded to Earth. He slipped a finger inside me, adding to the intensity of his ice-cold tongue greedily taking every piece of me he could get, and sending me over the edge.

  The bass bled through the railing and the music was flowing through my veins, swirling with the sensation of Roman’s tongue and his finger sliding in and out of me.

  As I screamed, I left my body, watching above as my eyes, wild with pleasure slid back in my head as Roman kneeled before me holding me up.

  I blinked a few times. Straightening up, Roman still gripped my thighs. An unsure look flared behind his eyes, but I shook my head.

  Don’t ask.

  But I think I left my body.

  Out of this world orgasm had a new meaning.

  He tugged my jeans, pulling them back in place and buttoning them for me.

  He was in front of me now. “Can you walk?”

  A grin curved my lips up. “Cocky as ever.”

  He let out a hoarse laugh. “It’s not being cocky if it’s true, but you looked like you were about to hit the ground.”

  I shook my head as I pulled my bra back in place. “I’m okay.”

  “Just okay?” His brows shot up.

  I placed a hand on his chest, spreading my fingers out. God, even his heartbeat felt amazing right now. “Better than okay.”

  That smirk was back. “You sure? I can try again if you want.”

  My eyes flared with lust as I took my bottom lip in my mout
h. “Later.”

  He grinned brilliantly, “Later.”

  His eyes sparked, large and black, they were almost twinkling under the dim lighting, and I wondered if mine looked like that.

  “So, Raquel.” God, I loved the sound of my name coming out of his mouth. “What’ll it be now? Do you still want to dance? Or do you want to get out of here?”

  I glanced around; my eyes caught the movement of everyone below. And out of nowhere, I didn’t want to be around anyone.

  Just Roman. Me and him against the world.

  I met his eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”

  He laced his fingers through mine, “Come on.”

  He led me through the back, not the way we came in. We took a back set of stairs, passing no one. When we reached a door, a bright red sign read ‘exit’ above it, he pushed it open. There was a man in all black standing guard. He looked us over but turned his head before lingering too long.

  Frowning, I looked over at Roman. His lips pressed against my forehead just as headlights appeared.

  It was his Range Rover.

  He pulled me over, opened my door and closed it once I was inside. The man who drove it over, who wasn’t Rhett, scrambled to get out of the way when Roman hopped in the driver seat.

  He pushed it in drive and took off.

  “Um. Where’s your brother?”

  He laced his fingers through mine and planted a kiss on the back of my hand. “Somewhere inside.”

  “Won’t he be mad?”

  A dark look flared in his eyes. “Not as mad as I was when I found out he drugged my girl.”

  His girl.

  Me.

  I let that thought simmer in the back of my mind. I didn’t want to deal with that tonight. I just wanted him.

  Someone was kicking my brain. Little, tiny, angry people under my skin were kicking around in there, pissed off by my careless life choices. That’s the only way I could describe what the actual hell was going on in there.

  My heartbeat was too loud. Roman’s breathing. The neighbor’s dog.

  If I could scream, I would. But that would surely send me to the hospital. So, I just laid here internally screaming at the angry people kicking my brain.

  I don’t know if I fell asleep last night. Or if time still exists if I’m even alive. All I remember is my head.