DARE SERIES COLLECTION

by Tessier, Shantel

  Yet it still isn’t enough.

  She can’t scream if her mouth is full. She can’t beg if she can’t speak. I want her cries of pleasure—her begging me for more—more than I want her on her knees at this moment.

  And I always get what I want.

  I pull her head away, and she’s panting. Tears have welled up in her green eyes. I yank her up by her hair, and she cries out.

  I smile. That’s more like it.

  I know what she is doing. She’s trying to play me at my own game. But that’s not going to happen. I’m better than she is.

  “Cole …” She pants.

  I spin her around with my hand still in her hair, and she hisses in a breath, then I shove her hips into the counter.

  My free hand goes between her legs, and she spreads them more for me. I smile, sliding a finger easily into her. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” She moans, rocking her hips to get me to move faster. I remove my finger and grip her throat, pulling her back to my front.

  She stares at me in the mirror. It’s starting to fog up from our heavy breathing. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say honestly. There’s no denying that Austin Lowes is gorgeous. There isn’t a single flaw on her skin. Well, except the stitches on her forearm. But even that makes me proud. Knowing I did that. I made her a little less perfect in someone else’s eyes. To me, it’s just a reminder of how strong she is. How much fight she has.

  She swallows against my hand, and I lean down to whisper into her ear. “You’re mine, sweetheart.” Letting go of her throat, I replace my hand with my lips. I kiss her soft skin, and she tilts her head to the side for me. I feast on her neck like I’m starving. Nipping and sucking. The sounds she makes has me so hard it hurts.

  I pull away to see two hickeys on her neck, and I smile.

  She bends at the waist, lowering her head to the countertop, and her body starts to shake with need.

  I slap her ass. She moans as she shifts on her feet. I slap it again, the sound bouncing off the bathroom walls. She pushes it into me. My hand goes back between her legs, and she’s so wet, it’s dripping down her thigh. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, Austin?” I ask. Her only response is the sound of her heavy breathing. “I like it rough too.”

  Not able to hold out any longer, I take my cock in my hand and push it into her. Not even bothering with a condom. I’m going to fucking own Austin Lowes and I refuse to have anything between us.

  She lifts her head up off the counter and screams out as I spread her wide to accommodate my size.

  Fuck! She’s tight!

  She places her hands on the mirror in front of her, and I grip her hips as I pull back and slam into her again and again.

  Her cries of pleasure have me smiling because I know everyone can hear her on the other side of this door. That’s why Deke and I showed up here after all. It was to prove a point. I wasn’t going to leave until I fucking made it.

  I pull her body back from the countertop and her hands fall from the fogged mirror. Leaning over, I press my chest to her back. I push her into the countertop, and my right hand reaches around her body to find her clit.

  “Oh … God …” Her voice trails off and turns into a cry as I work her to orgasm.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock,” I growl before I bite her shoulder.

  Her pussy tightens around me, and she screams out my name as she comes seconds later.

  I pull my hand away and stand up to my full height. My hands grip her hair and I yank her head from the counter as I pick up my pace. Knowing what I need in order to get off.

  I should pull out now. She got off, and that’s all that matters. This part isn’t about me. But as I look down at my slick cock moving in and out of her shaved pussy, I feel my breath pick up and my balls tighten. I can’t stop now.

  “Fuck!” I growl, slamming into her so hard that our knees hit the cabinets below the counter. She calls out my name, and it sounds like she’s about to come again. I don’t stop. I can’t. At this point, I’m committed.

  She’s fucking mine!

  Her eyes fall closed, and she cries out my name as she comes once again. I pull out just in time to come all over her perfectly round ass that has my handprint on it.

  _______________

  I pull up to her father’s house in her car, and Deke rolls up beside me in his with Becky.

  “Give me ten,” I tell him as he rolls down his passenger window.

  “Take your time.” He smiles and then pulls her over the center console to kiss her.

  I get Austin out of her car and carry her into the house. She passed out before I even hit the highway. Once up in her room, I lay her on the bed. I remove her heels, shirt, and jeans, and then cover her up with the blanket before walking out. I’m reaching for the front door when I hear Celeste.

  “Cole?”

  I turn around to face her. She comes down the hallway to stand in the foyer. Her blond hair down and a bit tangled, letting me know I woke her. A peach silk floor-length robe covers her with a matching sash wrapped around her waist, but I can tell she’s naked underneath it. It leaves nothing to the imagination, and her nipples are hard.

  She looks at the top of the stairs and then back at me. Her eyes slowly take in my wrinkled shirt and disheveled hair. The hickey on my neck. “Well, that didn’t take long. Can’t say I’m surprised, though. You always do get what you want.”

  My jaw tightens, but I don’t acknowledge her statement.

  She laughs softly, walks up to me, and places her right hand on my cheek. Then lifts on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. I don’t kiss her back. “You don’t have to rush off.” She pulls away. “Come, I’ll make us some coffee.” She turns, walking away.

  “I know you’re fucking Kellan.”

  She comes to a stop and slowly spins around to face me. “I don’t know …”

  “I let him borrow my car last week while his was in the shop. He came to see you, didn’t he?”

  She runs a hand through her blond hair nervously. I was hoping she would have the balls to admit it. She’s just like her pathetic husband.

  “Spoke to my father the other day. He said that Bruce knows I’m fucking you.” Her eyes widen. “That his trustworthy staff informed him my car was here all night.” I look her over once and then say, “I’ve never fucked you, but I instantly knew who it was.”

  “Cole …”

  “I didn’t deny it.”

  “Jesus, Cole!” She hisses.

  I shrug. “I don’t care what he thinks I do.”

  “He’s my husband,” she snaps.

  Now, she cares about her marriage. “See, I haven’t told anyone that I know. Not even Kellan.” I step to her and smile, loving that my father gave me this information. “Now, as long as I keep your secret, you owe me.”

  Her eyes narrow on me. “I’m not like her, Cole. You can’t blackmail me.”

  “Is that so? You’re fucking an underage boy.” Kellan is the baby out of all of us. He doesn’t turn eighteen until after graduation. “Do you wanna go to prison, Celeste? You see it all the time on the news. This town will rip you to pieces. Bruce will leave you, of course. He has money; he can find another woman. They’re a dime a dozen to men like him.” Her lips thin. “He’s not gonna pay for the legal bills of a cheating wife.” I take a quick look around his multi-million-dollar mansion. “That’s why you stay with him, right? For what he can give you?” She opens her mouth to speak, but I continue. “You’d lose everything.”

  Her breath picks up as she stares at me with hatred.

  “I’ll let you think about it.” I give her my back and walk toward the door. My hand touches the knob when she speaks again.

  “What is it you want?” Her voice shakes with anger.

  I spin around to face her. “I want you to get Kellan off Austin’s back.”

  She sighs. “He’s mad that I never told him about her.”

  “None of us knew about her,” I snap.
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  “He wants her gone. Afraid her loyalty lies with him. That she’ll tell Bruce about us. I tried to explain to him that she hates her dad. She wouldn’t …”

  “She’ll never find out,” I assure her. “I’ll keep your secret if you do what I want.”

  She bites her bottom lip nervously. I’m not sure how she’ll talk him into backing off, but she better fucking do it. “And I’ll tell Bruce I haven’t slept with you.” Might as well clear my name. But he’s not going to like that I’m fucking his daughter any more than if it was his wife.

  She finally nods. “Okay.”

  AUSTIN

  I spent all day Saturday in bed nursing my hangover. Everything hurt. So bad. Plus, my body was sore on top of that due to Cole and me in the bathroom at the party.

  I slept off and on, and by Sunday, I was back to myself, but I didn’t venture from my room.

  I didn’t hear from Cole until Sunday night around nine. A text that said I’ll be there at 7:30 tomorrow.

  I ignored it, knowing he didn’t care about a reply.

  Monday morning came, and I was ready on time. Now that I know he takes Lilly to school, I don’t want to be late just to spite him.

  And just like the other two times he took me to school, we didn’t speak. Lilly sat in the back singing along with her headphones on, and I messed around on my phone. Running through social media pages of my friends back in California. Nothing seems to have changed, yet I still haven’t heard from anyone. Big surprise.

  I put it away as he pulls into the parking lot of the high school. I exit his car as Deke pulls in next to us. And my eyes widen when I see Becky get out of the passenger seat. “What?” I ask, eyeing her up and down.

  She smiles and throws her arm over my shoulders. “Girl, I’ve got so much to tell you.”

  I laugh. “You can keep all your sex stories to yourself.”

  “Well, just FYI, yours seems to be public knowledge.”

  I stop walking. “What does that mean?”

  She stops and turns toward me. “Everyone heard you and Cole in the bathroom. It’s all everyone is talking about.”

  My mouth falls open. “How are they talking about it? It happened over the weekend.”

  She lifts her phone and shakes it. “I can show you …”

  “No!” I cut her off. Not wanting to know what they are saying. It was my fault. I did it. I dared him just like he wanted me to. Then I allowed him to carry me off to the bathroom and fuck me. I never even thought about stopping him.

  I let out a long breath and then stomp my way into the school. I can hear Cole and Deke speaking behind me. I stop at my locker, grab what I need, and then continue to my class, ignoring him as he calls out my name in the busy hallway.

  It’s hard to avoid the looks guys give you when you know they are picturing you having sex. But I did it. I kept my nose down and eyes on my paper. Cole didn’t come into the classroom and kiss me as he had last week, but I knew next period would be difficult. Because we have it together.

  An hour later, I walk in to our class and sit down. He walks in and takes the seat next to me. To my surprise, he doesn’t say a word to me, and it makes me nervous.

  I spend the entire hour biting an eraser off my pencil and bouncing my knees. He never once looks over at me. But kids keep looking back at us. The hickey I gave him on his neck is very visible. I, however, covered mine up with makeup the best I could.

  After the bell rang, I ran out of class but was brought to a quick stop. “Don’t,” I say when he shoves my back against a locker.

  He likes to corner me.

  He glares down at me. “How long you gonna stay mad at me, sweetheart?”

  “Stop calling me that,” I snap.

  “Would you prefer bitch?” I narrow my eyes on him. “Because that is how you’re acting.”

  I reach up and slap him. The sound bounces off the busy hallway walls. Students come to a stop, and the loud chatter dies down to whispers. Everyone is looking over at us wide-eyed. I get the feeling people don’t lay their hands on Cole unless they are prepared to get hit back.

  A slow and devious smile spreads across his face before his head drops to my neck. His hands go to my hips, and he digs his fingers into my skin.

  “Cole,” I growl, trying to push him off me, but he doesn’t budge.

  His lips softly kiss up to my ear. “Pain turns me on, Austin.” He presses his hips into mine and he’s hard. And just like that, I melt like fucking butter.

  Stay strong! You’re mad at him.

  “Want me to take you out to my car and fuck you?”

  “Cole …” I say, but the bell cuts me off.

  He pulls away, laughing, knowing exactly what he did to me. “Come on. I’m walking you to class.”

  I grind my teeth but am thankful for the interruption. Because I think I was going to tell him yes.

  _______________

  I look up to see Becky walking into the cafeteria. I call out her name and wave my hand. She comes bouncing over and plops down across from me. “You just love being the topic of the day,” she says, shaking her head.

  “What now?”

  “Everyone is talking about how you slapped Cole.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “They are saying he’s whipped.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. If they only knew the truth. Cole comes to sit beside me, and Deke sits down next to Becky. “Traitor,” I mumble, and she gives me a big smile before kissing him.

  The one friend I have made is now sleeping with one of the enemies. This will not end well for me.

  Kellan sits down to my right, and I stiffen. Even Cole squares his shoulders, but he doesn’t look over at him.

  Shane and Bennett join us, and all the guys talk about crap I can’t keep up with.

  Deke takes a second to shovel some food into his mouth between arguing with Shane when I look up at him. “Can I have Shelby’s number?”

  The table falls silent. His eyes meet mine, and they narrow. “Why do you want her number?”

  “How do you even know her?” Kellan growls.

  “She did my stitches. I need them out this week,” I say.

  “What stitches?” Shane asks.

  Cole and Deke don’t answer him. I frown. Have they not filled them in on what happened that night? I look over at Cole, and he’s glaring at me. I glare back, not backing down from him.

  “I’ll take you today after school.” Cole breaks the silence, and I don’t even bother to argue as they resume their conversations.

  A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

  “What about these stitches?” Kellan presses.

  Cole looks down at his phone. “It doesn’t concern you, Kellan,” he says.

  Becky makes an O face with her lips at Cole’s tone. Deke shovels more food into his mouth, letting me know he isn’t going to say a word about it. Shane and Bennett also let it go, knowing they aren’t going to get any more info. Kellan slams his drink onto the table and then stands, walking away.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  COLE

  I ALREADY MADE the mistake of leaving her alone with Shelby once. I wasn’t going to make it again. I heard her talking to Austin about me last time we were here. So this time, I stand in the kitchen with them while they sit at the table as Shelby removes her stitches.

  “It looks really good,” Shelby tells her as she examines it. “And the scarring will be very minimal.”

  Austin smiles at her. “Thank you.”

  “Of course,” Shelby says, waving off her gratitude and pulling her in for a hug.

  “May I use your restroom?” Austin asks, standing.

  She nods and shows her where it is.

  I’m leaning up against the kitchen counter when Shelby reenters. Her smile drops off her face when her eyes meet mine. She comes to a stop in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest. “Why did you do that to her?”

  I don’t respond.

  She sighs at my silence. “Wh
y are you getting so close to her? I’ve seen the video Deke posted online. You’re playing her. But the question is why?”

  “What I do with her is none of your concern,” I decide to say.

  “Cole.” She runs her hand through her hair. “You can’t do this to people.”

  “I can do whatever I want.”

  She fists her hands down by her sides, clearly frustrated. I stare back at her unblinkingly, showing a sign of indifference. Shelby has too much heart. I don’t have enough. “I saw the news. And that Jeff is missing.” She changes the subject, her eyes searching mine for any indication I had something to do with his disappearance. She knows me better than that. I’m a wall. She gives me her back and lets out a nervous laugh. “This has to stop, Cole.”

  “Are you gonna stop me?”

  She spins back around to face me. “This is serious! This is your life!”

  I look away from her as guilt starts to eat at me. A life I shouldn’t be living.

  “Cole.” She softens her voice. “It wasn’t your fault.”

  I tense. No one talks to me about what happened that night I killed three friends. They know that’s a line I never cross, but Shelby doesn’t care about people’s limits. “You can’t right all the wrongs in the world. Eli would understand. It was an accident. It could have happened to any of us.”

  “We both know he deserved it,” I growl, focusing on Jeff instead of my friends.

  “Jesus.” She hisses softly, realizing I just admitted to killing Jeff. “Who all knows?”

  I clamp my mouth shut. She looks away from me.

  “Was Deke involved?”

  I stare at the back of her head, refusing to give in to the urge to look at the floor. I won’t answer her question, but I also won’t give her a reason to assume either.

  My silence has her turning back to face me, and there are tears in her soft blue eyes. She reaches out for me, her hands gripping my shoulders, and her eyes meet mine. “I need him, Cole. You can’t take him from me. Do you understand?”