DARE: A Bad Boy Romance (8 page)

Holly gave a little gasp of delight as she realized…this was far from over.

Holly Watkins was no amateur. Hell no. She’d clearly tried many different sexual positions before, and she had good instincts when it came to using her own body to help her man achieve pleasure. But Dare had a strong sense that she’d been used more as a sex toy by her previous partner. She was not confident in expressing herself, in taking control beyond the frankly awesome blowjob she’d given. Penetration made her submissive because that was what she’d been told to be. Probably.

But the more he encouraged her, the more she threw caution to the wind. And he wanted her to get wild. Her voluptuous body seemed to respond in
all
sorts of ways to his lovemaking. It was intoxicating, seeing her come to life like this under his touch. He might be a smooth operator, but he hadn’t counted on Holly being this game. She was on top of him now, arching her smooth back. With one hand she gripped the top of the sofa, with the other she massaged her bud, ready for him to penetrate. His cock, as it slid inside her, was taut and enflamed; she was on fire. She angled her body in such a way that his dick rubbed her sweet spot in a slightly different way than before.

He thrust deeper. It peeled her wide, simultaneously locking her in his thrall and unlocking her. Then for several minutes she rode him gently, enjoying the hell out of being in control. She’d been with a fighter before, but had she ever had
her own way with one? Had she been allowed to explore her own sexuality like this? Dare reckoned not, and it made him want to show her what else she’d been missing.

Pulling himself upright, he maintained the slow, sensual pace of their current lovemaking, cupping her huge, succulent tits, and then her delightful ass, then both at once, keeping her surprised, wanting more. He stopped. Holly clamped her teeth on her lower lip,
expecting
more. Dare licked his lips because he knew what to do next, and how much they were both going to enjoy this. They were about to create a storm together, to take it to the next level. The flash of wickedness in her eyes when she saw what he had in mind spelled hot times ahead.

He finally gave it to her—all of a sudden—with another shift of position that left her down on all fours, at his mercy, moaning to be taken. He slapped her ass, then gripped her hips. Dare penetrated her again, but really thrust this time, gauging her responses, eliciting moans of through-the-barrier bliss that told him she wanted more. So did he, and neither of them would be disappointed tonight. This was his salvo, his all-out push for orgasmic heaven.

And fuck, did it feel good. For thrust after delirious thrust, she kept her promise of staying with him, in the zone. He lost all track of time and place. Holly’s arms and shoulders wobbled, but she was determined to stay up as long as possible, until they collapsed from under her. As a Marine, and as a man, he
loved
that about her. When she finally did give way, Dare yanked her back up by a handful of her hair and quickened his rhythm.

She replied by moaning “Yes! Yes! Ah, fuck yes!” Her tits bounced and swayed under her. Her moans suddenly got louder. It was an extra shot of spice through the heart of their blissful rhythm, and she climaxed again. When she turned sideways, he saw her gritted teeth and that she was still trying to stay with him and not collapse altogether in a spent heap. Holly was on the verge of succumbing, but so was he.

The sweet smell of her scent filled him. Just before she gave in altogether, Dare let loose a cry of joy as his vision splintered into an aurora of colors. He ceased his thrusting. Then he flopped onto the edge of the sofa at her side, panting and soaked with sweat—just like her. She somehow found the strength to flip onto her side, facing him. They gazed into each other’s eyes, holding hands.

She shook her head in disbelief, as if to say:
Why couldn’t I have met
you
in high school instead?

Holly kissed his cheek, ran a hand over his buzz cut. She was trembling. Dare repaid her with a kiss on the lips.

“Now tell me that wasn’t fun,” he said.

Catching her breath, she replied, “That was…unbelievable. Really unbelievable.”

“Not a bad remedy for a crappy day, huh.”

“The best! Jesus. The best remedy for the worst…no, what could have been the worst day of my life.”

“And now?”

She ran her hand over his slick pecs. “Now it’s right up there.”

“Didn’t know you had it in you, huh?”

“Not like
that.
I mean, wow—I never thought it could be like that.” Holly still trembled with excitement. He took it as a massive compliment, her being so high on life after the way she’d behaved at the benefit earlier tonight.

“I was right about you,” he said.

“In what way?”

“You didn’t know your own potential. I think Trey Oregon never let you find it out.”

She looked away to the ceiling. “Was it that obvious?”

“Only because I saw it right away. He’s made you self-conscious. He’s tried to make you feel grateful for being with him. But here’s what you need to know: those other women he wants you to compare yourself to, those anorexic bimbos with their personal trainers and blow-snorting friends, you’re worth a hundred of them.”

“Really?” She paused, thinking it over. “I think you’re in the minority with that opinion.”

“So is anyone with good taste. Trust me, hon, you’ve got it all happening. Don’t let anyone tell you different, least of all that nut job.”

Holly cleared her throat, clearly wanting to change the subject. Her boyfriend was still a sore topic, now that the booze had well and truly worn off. “You ever going back to the Marines?” she asked. “Or are you done with that?”

“Never going back. I have my reasons. God and country can get along fine without me watching their backs.” He shut the memories off while they were still a distant squall at the back of his mind. “So what about you? Any big plans?”

“Plans?”

“After you leave what’s-his-face? You got a career in mind?”

She sucked in a harsh breath, as though it was another topic she didn’t want to broach right now. Then he realized…for her, this breakup wasn’t just any old breakup like the quick-in, quick-out relationships he was used to. It was profound, a tectonic shift in her life. Her high school sweetheart had kicked her out after however many years of loyal devotion to him, and she had to restart everything from scratch.

Kind of how he’d left the Corps, disillusioned, to face a home country he just couldn’t figure out anymore. The difference was that he’d already had a backup profession to slide into—MMA—while Holly presumably didn’t have much on her professional resume.

Or maybe he was wrong about that. She did seem to have plenty of smarts to go with her looks—though both had gone underappreciated. Maybe all she needed was some good old-fashioned fighting spirit. Without Section Eight holding her down, she might go far.

***

It was still dark outside when Holly woke in his arms on the sofa. He’d covered them with a blanket and laid her head on a cushion, so she was warm. However, most of her body, not to mention her head, was achy. All that bubbly had caught up with her. Together with the amazing sex, it had dehydrated her. She eased herself up as gently as she could, stopping to admire his dashing face in the half-light—he’d left a lamp on in the far corner of the room. She fetched a bottle of water from the fridge and downed half of it in one go. It hit the spot.

But something didn’t quite feel right. Not about gorgeous Dare Bowden, or how he’d turned her world upside down right here. No, it was a nagging feeling that she had unfinished business at her home. At her soon-to-be-former home. Amazing though tonight had been with Dare, he hadn’t promised her anything more, and she couldn’t face
him
telling her it was just the one night. That would kill her self-esteem forever. On the other hand, a part of her did
not
want to rely on another man to chart her life’s course for her. Trey had burned her too badly. She’d staked everything on him, and he’d gone and de-railed everything she was, everything she wanted.

But…what if Dare did want more and she ran out on him? What if this was the real opportunity of a lifetime and she protected herself out of it?

Christ’s sake, it was enough to give a girl a headache, or make a headache worse.

Standing around totally naked in a strange guy’s house was a new experience, one she really kinda dug—especially since he’d lavished so much attention on her body. She still got a buzz at the thought of his huge hands being all over her—and he’d even told her she looked better than those WAGs and bling brigades she’d envied all this time.

Holly girl, you’re in what they a conundrum.

Even so, she did have unfinished business. A bitter relationship to exorcise once and for all. Putting it off would only—

“Hey, you’re up,” he groaned. His accompanying yawn was so loud it brought a bark from Penny outside. “What’s that you’re drinking?”

“Water.”

“Wouldn’t mind a beer. There’s some on the middle shelf of—”

“Way ahead of you.” She tossed him a can. He fumbled it but recovered before it dropped. His gaze explored her naked body, and she loved the sensation. Despite being achy, she did crave more sex. Dare had awakened something in her that she’d never experienced before, not once with Trey. It gave her the feeling that she would be permanently horny from now on.

“Ready to go again?” He peeled the blanket off, revealing his massive erection. It was the first time she’d seen all of him naked at once, in one go. It gave her a shiver of delight, knowing she’d just had
this guy
and that he wanted to have her again.

“I’d love to. Believe me. But I really think I should get back.”

He gave a not very convincing nod. It made her feel like she had to explain carefully, and persuasively.

“The longer I leave it, the worse he’ll be when he finds out where I’ve been.”

“Why not wait till morning? He knows you left the dance early, and at this time, it’s obvious you didn’t leave alone.”

He had a point. And she did want to jump him like crazy. “Another few hours won’t make much difference, I suppose.”

“Not enough to change the outcome. I think you’d rather stay here and get up to no good some more. See how bad we can be. What do you reckon, Holly? Wanna fuck?”

Oh boy.

Some things a horny woman in a dilemma couldn’t resist. One of them was lying several feet in front of her, more of a man than any man she’d ever met. And he wanted her. Right now.

“Let’s see what you got,” he said, pulling her down on top of him.

They resumed where they’d left off, continuing on well into the night. Nothing as breakneck as that first bout, but Dare always had a surprise or two up his sleeve, a sudden change of pace or a position switch that would inject a thrill into their lovemaking.

Holly’s crowning moment came, again, when he was flat on his back and she was straddling him. Dare had pulled her toward him so that he could wrap his lips around her tits, which he liked to do, but this time he was playing with them for too long and seemed to have forgotten that he was still inside her. He’d lost the impetus, and she wanted it back. So she pushed his head down and wrestled his arms to the cushion. Suddenly leaning back, as far as her aching abs would permit, she began to ride him.

The way she clenched her pussy around his cock, the surprising angles she found, and the wild motion she created while she gyrated on top of him really took her Marine by surprise. His eyes closed and his mouth opened wide, he gripped the arm of the sofa and sank his head deep into the cushion. The groans of pleasure she got from him almost drowned out hers, which was saying something. She went wild. He struggled to stay in the game, and from his expression, she thought he was either ready to come inside her or buck her off altogether.