DARE SERIES COLLECTION

by Tessier, Shantel

  “Kiss Becky Holt.” I read the three words written on a folded-up piece of paper out loud. “Or you have to record yourself dancing naked.” I snort. I’m sure videos of me in my birthday suit are out there somewhere and didn’t even involve a dare.

  Someone snickers, and I look up at my seven friends. Each and every one of us known as the Great White Sharks. The small, rich town known as Collins, Oregon, has been calling us sharks since we were little kids. Some say it started because we are all on the high school swim team and dominate in the water, but others say it’s because we’re ruthless. Just like some of our fathers. Some believe killers are born that way, but few will argue they are made. I’m not sure which one is correct anymore. I just do it for fucking fun. But a couple of my friends do it ’cause they crave it—the blood, the rush, and the flat-out terror in someone’s eyes when they get too close. They thrive off it. And I don’t blame them because it can be quite a rush.

  “Really?” Cole looks over at Eli, wearing a look of boredom on his face. He’s holding a beer in one hand and his cell in the other. “Since when do we do dares that involve chicks?” he asks, then looks at me. “Not like Deke can’t get his dick wet on his own.” Cole craves the blood. The fight. He always has. His darkness is a hole that will one day swallow him whole if he allows it.

  Eli lights his blunt and takes a long drag, his cheeks caving in as he lounges on the couch before his eyes meet mine. “What? We all know he has a crush on her.” He winks at me, a grin now playing on his lips. “This just gives you a reason to make your move. And nowhere did the dare mention him shoving his dick into her. Just a harmless kiss.” Eli does it for fun. Both of his parents are dead, so he lives with his older sister and her piece of shit husband. He does whatever the fuck he wants, and no one tries to stop him.

  “Who says I haven’t already?” I ask.

  He throws his head back, laughing. “Come on, Deke. You’re no Casanova. I’m doing you a favor. Now go get that taken care of.”

  I rip up the piece of paper and throw what’s left of it into the glass bowl.

  Kellan sits in the recliner. I can feel his eyes boring into me, but I ignore him. He hasn’t said much since last night. I used to think he did this for the hell of it, but it seems he has an agenda. I just can’t figure out what it is yet.

  Maddox and Landen quietly talk to each other as they lounge on a futon up against the wall, and Cole finishes off his beer before lighting up a cigarette.

  Walking over to the couch, I take the joint from Eli and bring it to my lips. Pulling in a long drag, the taste of citrus fills my mouth. I lean my head back and blow it out, feeling the burn in my chest. “Shit, your sister has some good weed,” I say, handing it back to him.

  He grunts. “Yeah, Jerrold only buys the good shit.” Eli can’t stand her piece of shit husband.

  “Quit stalling,” Bennett finally chimes in while he sits cross-legged on his parents’ basement floor with an open laptop in front of him. The guy lives on that thing. He’s obsessed with hacking shit. He’s not much for getting his hands dirty, but the guy does pretty well behind the scenes. “She’s up at the school.”

  “Know her schedule, do you?” Is my friend into the girl I like? They all know how I feel about her. And they also know to stay the fuck away.

  He shrugs. “My mother is on the PTA. Says she sees her up there with the cheerleaders.”

  I frown. “Becky doesn’t cheer.” She doesn’t play any sports. She’s too good for that. Wouldn’t wanna sweat her makeup off or mess up her perfect hair.

  “No. But Demi does,” Eli informs me.

  I never pay her little sister any attention. “And how do you know that?”

  “I like staring at her ass in the short skirts they wear.” He smirks.

  Cole chuckles, looking over at Eli, but he doesn’t say anything. He seems to know something the rest of us don’t.

  I ignore it and snap my fingers at Eli. “Let’s go.”

  _______________

  I pull up to Collins High and park my SUV. I look across the almost empty lot and spot Becky’s car, a white Mercedes E400.

  Eli points at the football stadium. “There she is. All by herself.”

  I follow his line of sight and see a blonde sitting on the bleachers. She leans forward with her elbows resting on her knees while she looks out at the squad on the football field. “Wait here,” I order, getting out.

  “Aww, man I wanted to hold your hand …”

  I slam my door, cutting him off, but I give him the bird when I see his body shaking with laughter through the windshield.

  As I walk across the parking lot, she rises to her feet and starts to descend the stairs. I slow my steps but don’t stop. She keeps her head down, typing away on her phone totally oblivious to what is going on around her. Stupid girl. Don’t their fathers warn them of guys like me and my friends? The ones who see a situation where they can take advantage and seize it. We’re all the same. If a guy tells you otherwise, he’s lying. We all stare at your tits while we imagine fucking them. We all look at your ass. And we’re all thinking about you on your knees while sucking our cocks. It’s all about what we can do to get you undressed and underneath us.

  Becky Holt is a mystery. She doesn’t have many friends, if any, yet she’s popular, if that makes sense. All the girls hate her, and the boys wanna fuck her.

  I pick up my pace when I see she’s headed straight for me. I should say her name or place my hands out—anything to prevent what I know is coming—but I don’t. Instead, I let her run right into me, knocking herself down.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, looking down at her sitting on her ass now covered in dirt.

  The dust fills the air around her, and she coughs. “What …?” She looks up at me, blinking from the sun shining in her face. She lifts her hand to her forehead to shade her ocean blue eyes.

  “I didn’t see you there,” I lie, giving her a kind smile.

  “It’s okay.” She sighs heavily.

  “Here. Let me help you up.” I offer her a hand for assistance.

  She takes it, and I yank her to her feet. I use more force than I meant to, causing her chest to hit mine. Her breathing picks up when her blue eyes meet mine.

  I’ve had a crush on Becky for a while now. I’ve known her all my life, and we’ve grown up together. My parents always invite hers to their Christmas parties and birthday celebrations on their yachts. Collins, Oregon, isn’t a big town, but the wealthy only party with the wealthy. No matter how much I’ve wanted her, I have never touched her. Never pursued her.

  The ass in our school is too easily given, so why chase a bitch down for it?

  “Thanks,” she mumbles and pushes away from me.

  “What are you doing out here?” I ask, placing my hands in my jeans pockets as my eyes drop to her tits. They look bigger today than usual. I’ve undressed enough girls to know they either stuff their shit or they spend too much money on bras to make what little they have look three times bigger. As if we’re not gonna notice the difference once you’re naked.

  We do.

  “Waiting on my sister to be done with practice.” She dusts off her skinny jeans.

  “Want some company?”

  She tilts her head to the side, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she contemplates my question. Since a pair of black Aviators shades my eyes, she can’t see the way I’m looking her up and down. I linger on her thighs and wonder just how hard it will be to get her to spread them for me. “Yeah …”

  “Becky!”

  She spins around at the sound of her name. Demi Holt, her little sister, comes up to join us dressed in a pair of black spandex shorts that barely covers her pussy, a bright pink sports bra, and tennis shoes. That’s it. If I was their father, I wouldn’t let her leave the house looking like that, let alone parade around the school. Even if it is Sunday. She has her long, bleach blond hair up in a high ponytail with a black ribbon tied into a big bow around it. Sh
e’s a walking Barbie doll. A total high school cheerleader cliché.

  Demi places her hands on her narrow hips, her already flat stomach sucking in, making her ribs even more pronounced as she takes a deep breath. She glares up at her sister, and I don’t miss the thin layer of sweat that covers her chest and face because the sun makes her glisten. “I’m done and ready to go.” Then without another word, she stomps off toward the parking lot.

  Becky looks at me. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.”

  Not yet, baby.

  Stepping forward, I smile down at her. “Shame,” I say, and her breathing picks up at my closeness.

  Becky isn’t a virgin, by any means. Boys talk in the locker rooms. On campus. At parties. And she’s already had quite a few of them. They all said she wasn’t that good of a fuck, but what her cunt lacks, she makes up with her mouth. I’m up for testing that rumor.

  She doesn’t say anything, but her blue eyes stay on mine as if I hold her in a trance. “I wanted to spend some time with you.” I reach up and take a strand of her blond hair and twirl it around my finger. “Alone.”

  Her breath hitches, and I know I have her right where I want her. It’s sad, really, how easily these girls believe our bullshit. Leaning down, I trail my lips along her jawline, just letting them graze her delicate skin. I slowly give her a chance to push me away, but she won’t. No one turns down Deke Biggs. The ones I fuck consider themselves lucky to catch my attention. They just never keep it long.

  When I reach her lips, my free hand slides into her soft hair, and I tilt her head back, pulling away just enough to look down at her. “Guess a kiss will have to be enough for now.” Then I press my lips to her.

  She opens up for me like all the others do and then moans. I wrap my other hand around her waist and pull her into me, gently grinding my hardening cock into her lower stomach, letting her know that we can go as far as she wants. Right here and now. The fact that we’re on school property hasn’t stopped me before.

  Her hands wrap around my neck while her tongue dances with mine. Her kiss tastes like strawberries, and I know it’s her lip-gloss. The same one that all the girls wear. I swear they pass that shit around to one another. It’s step one in how to be a slut.

  Her fingers dig into my hair, and she moans loudly. I groan in response, holding her tighter against my achingly hard cock. I go to pull away, to look down at her, but she won’t release me. And I can’t push her away. My feet work on their own, and I’m pushing her backward. She whimpers into my mouth when her back hits what I’m guessing is a wall, stopping our movement.

  I pull away quickly. We both stand breathing heavily, and I look over her heavy eyes and parted, wet lips. I run my thumb over them while my eyes drop to the blue shirt she wears. It matches the color of her eyes. Her tits rise and fall fast as she continues to pant from our kiss.

  I cup her face, then run my fingers down over her chin and to her neck. Her pulse races under my touch, and I lick my wet lips, wishing I could carry her off to my SUV and fuck her in the back seat because I want more. What can I say? I’m a greedy motherfucker. I don’t like to wait for something when I know I can have it. And I can have her. Now. But instead, I take a step back, then turn and walk away from her. Always leave them wanting more.

  Making my way back across the parking lot to my Range Rover, I ignore my hard fucking dick straining against my jeans and catch sight of Eli leaning up against the passenger door talking to Demi. She has her head thrown back in laughter when I approach them.

  “What did I miss?” I ask.

  Her laughter cuts off, and her blue eyes settle on me. I watch them turn hard as stone. She ignores me and looks at Eli. “I’ll see you around.” She slaps his chest playfully and then walks off.

  I make my way around the front of my car. “She’s too young for you, man.”

  He laughs at that, but his eyes stay on her bubble ass as she sashays across the parking lot with her long blond ponytail bouncing across her back. “The best ones always are.” Then he turns, gets into the passenger seat, and winks over at me. “That’s what makes them so much fun.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  DEKE

  Present- Eighteen years old

  I PULL MY Range Rover into the driveway and look down at my phone ringing in the passenger seat. Fucker lights up my screen, but I press ignore just as I have the other hundred times he’s called me. I have nothing to say to my father. And I know he has nothing to say to me either. He just hates that I won’t answer him—my lack of respect for him knows no bounds.

  Grabbing my phone, I get out of my SUV and walk into my best friend’s house. I live with him, his little sister, and his fiancée. We all moved to Austin, Texas, three months ago after high school graduation. Cole and I attend the University of Texas on swimming scholarships. Austin, his fiancée, is still trying to decide what she wants to do with her life.

  I throw my gym bag down at the front door, and call out, “Cole?”

  That stupid Halloween decoration Austin put out makes a noise when you activate its motion sensor. The fucker gets me every time I come in late drunk off my ass. Pretty sure I threw it away last weekend, but she found it and put it back. Its red eyes glare up at me with its ugly mouth open, showing off its vampire looking teeth and growling at me again. The first time I saw it, I thought the damn thing was a ghost, but I’m not even sure what the hell it’s supposed to be. Austin seems quite attached to it, but I’m hoping to get rid of the thing before Halloween next year.

  “Kitchen,” he answers.

  Walking down the hallway, I take the first right, entering the kitchen to see him bent over at the stainless fridge looking for something to eat. “I’ve got plans for us tonight.”

  He groans. “I don’t feel like going to a party.”

  “Even better.”

  Straightening, he shuts the door and turns around to face me. His blue eyes give me a pointed look as he tears open a container. My best friend hasn’t been himself lately. His temper is shorter, and his mood darker. Worse than usual. Cole Reynolds has always been a ticking time bomb, but there’s more to it now. And I hate that he hasn’t come to me about it. Things just haven’t been the same since we left Collins.

  “I’m not going to a strip club,” he deadpans.

  I smile at him. Tits and some ass in my face are exactly what I need, but I shake my head. I’m trying to get him out of the house, and I knew he would never go for that. Plus, I don’t wanna be on Austin’s shit list. And taking Cole to a place like that will get my name at the motherfucking top of hers. I’m quite found of my balls, and they would be the first thing she’d go for. “Although that is a fantastic idea, it’s not what I have in mind.”

  He sets the container on the countertop next to him and crosses his arms over his chest, arching a dark brow. “I’m waiting.”

  I open my mouth to fill him in, but it closes the moment Austin, his fiancée, enters the kitchen, and she’s not alone. Becky is with her. My ex.

  The girl who I fell in love with. What started as a dare and ended up much more than that. I wish I would have known then what a lying whore she was. I guess a part of me knew. I just thought I’d be the exception. Fuck, when did I turn into a chick?

  Junior year

  “Dude, let her go,” Eli all but growls as he sees what I’m drooling over.

  “She’s with David now.” I say it like it fucking matters. It doesn’t.

  “Let him have her ass. You can do better.”

  I frown at his tone. Since when does Eli hate Becky?

  When I say nothing, he turns his attention to Cole and Maddox as they walk up after leaving the cafeteria.

  I lean up against my locker and watch the blonde come down the hallway. I kissed Becky last year by the football field because Eli dared me to. And now I can’t get her out of my mind. It didn’t happen suddenly. No, it was more like a sickness. She slowly took over my mind and body with no cure in sight. Maybe it’s because I know she’s
unavailable now. Three months after that kiss, she started seeing David, and now that he has her, I want her. I watch her in class and at parties. And I catch her watching me too. She comes to swim meets but doesn’t speak to me. Instead, she ignores me completely. Just like we agreed.

  Her boyfriend, David, comes up behind her and places his hand in hers. She looks up at him but doesn’t smile. He’s too busy talking to Maxwell, his friend walking beside him. I feel my heart begin to beat faster as she approaches me, but he brings her to a stop and then says a few more words to his friend. Once Maxwell walks away, David turns to face her. He leans down and kisses her, pulling her body into his, and her arms come up and wrap around his neck. Just as they did when I kissed her last year. Then just as quickly, he lets go of her hand and walks away, leaving her all alone in the middle of the hallway.

  As if she feels my eyes on hers, she looks up at me. I remain leaning against the locker, trying to play it cool as though I couldn’t care less what she does, but it’s all for show.

  I care, and she knows it.

  I’m jealous that he gets to kiss her, touch her, and fuck her for all to see.

  I want a piece of Becky. More than what she already gives me. I want her to be completely mine, but for now, I’ll settle.

  Fucking pathetic.

  “Deke, there’s a party at Luck’s this weekend. Cole, Maddox, Landen, and I are thinking about going after the meet. You wanna go?” Eli asks me.

  I just nod at him, not taking my eyes off hers. “Of course.” I’m always down to get drunk and pretend I’m not obsessed with the blue-eyed blonde.

  She walks past, looking me up and down before her tongue darts out and runs along her pink-painted lips. They still glisten from his kiss. “Hey, Deke,” she purrs, then watches me over her shoulder before turning the corner and walking out of my sight.

  I slap Eli on the chest, cutting off whatever nonsense he was telling Cole. “I’ll see you all at practice later.” I push off my locker before they can stop me.