HazardsDare

by Frances Stockton

  “Definitely doable,” she agreed, already shuffling out from the tangle of sheets to hustle bare-assed naked to the bathroom.

  Following after her and depositing his condom in the trash, they stopped at the sink to brush their teeth. Avery opened the see-through shower stall and turned on all of the showerheads, causing water to shoot out from above and from the front, back and far side.

  Stepping in, she made a gleeful cheer as the water drenched her. Joining her, Hazard moved right in, dumped shampoo in his hand and scrubbed her hair for her.

  “Who’d have thought my boyfriend would be so handy in the shower?”

  “This is nothing. I can do more than wash your hair.”

  “The conditioner has to stay in for a few minutes,” she pointed out.

  “No problem, I’ll distract you.”

  Hazard helped her rinse the shampoo and smoothed conditioner through her hair, making certain to apply it from root to tip.

  “There, conditioner can do its thing while I do you, baby.”

  “How do you propose to do that? We don’t have a condom.”

  “I put a couple in the vanity by the sink. I’ll get one the next time we shower together. Right now, I’m going to do you like this.”

  Sinking down to his knees before Avery, he helped her spread her legs wide, settling in close enough to look up and see her gorgeous pussy glistening with water and feminine arousal.

  Reaching up to run his wet hand over her mons, he homed in on her slit, pushing a finger up inside her vagina, thrusting in and out and adding another.

  She was so fucking tight and hot. Fingering her had him close to coming on the shower floor, she felt that good. It amazed him every time she took his cock without qualm or reservation. His fingers were big as it was. His cock was as thick and long, yet they fit perfectly.

  Sliding his fingers out, he replaced them with his tongue, lapping at her as water splashed down. She tasted like a lush, aroused female, dewy and hot.

  Rather than aiming right at her clitoris, he lapped at her center, pushing his tongue deep inside and licking her up, drinking her down. Pressing his shoulders between her legs, he pushed her back against the shower wall, continuing to tongue her core.

  “Hazard!” she cried out, her hands clutching at his drenched shoulders.

  Drawing back, he kissed her inner thighs. “Gotcha, baby, I’ve gotcha.” Resuming his ministrations, he tongued her deeper, using his finger to caress the sensitive perineum, then teasing her rosy asshole with his thumb.

  “Please, yes, fuck me there,” she begged, thrusting back at him with her hips, accepting the brush of his thumb.

  “Only like this for now. Be patient, baby.” He withdrew a little, gathered a little soap from a dispenser and as much water as possible for lubrication, and began fingering her ass, pushing as deeply as she’d allow. She mewed and bucked, calling out for more.

  As much as she wanted more, he couldn’t do that to her. Avery’s anal passage was too tight to take his cock yet. If he tried to fuck her, he’d hurt her. Hazard was not going to cause her pain.

  Until she was ready for his cock, he’d use fingers and slender toys, gradually progressing to thicker, more inventive ways to please her.

  “So good, feels so amazingly good,” she praised, grabbing at his hair, his shoulders, whatever she could find when he continued to thrust his fingers into her.

  She scratched his biceps. It turned him on. Putting more gusto into it, he put his mouth to her clit, licking and sucking and using his other hand to fill up her pussy with two fingers.

  The muscled wall between her ass and vagina was thin enough for him to feel everything, his strokes and his thrusts. Double penetration with a dildo or plug in her ass while his penis was in her pussy would feel incredibly good.

  It’d feel even better if he took her without latex. They’d have to talk about that. He couldn’t get her pregnant, so that wasn’t a problem. They’d both been tested, but the decision to chuck the condoms had to be done mutually and logically.

  Logic went out the fucking window when Avery cried out, calling him Trevor and drawing up taut, gasping. “Come for me, Avery,” he urged between licks.

  “Oh my, I am, I am! Yes!” She shuddered and sputtered, her whole body jerking as she gushed from climax.

  Aware that she was trembling, he scrambled to his feet, turned the faucets spraying water from the sides off and gathered her close to pull her under the warm waterfall above their heads.

  “I love when you come,” he said, wishing he’d confessed his love instead. Where that came from, he didn’t know. It didn’t make it any less true.

  Still coming down from her orgasm, she dropped her head forward beneath the shower to being rinsing the conditioner. “I love you, Trevor,” she whispered, completely stunning him.

  “You love me?” he questioned, wanting to be sure he heard her right though the waterfall drenching her. To be loved by this woman was an honor.

  Avery went still, her sudden tension palatable. He waited, not expecting her to suddenly scramble away from him.

  “Oh god, I said that aloud, didn’t I? I’m sorry,” she apologized, moving to face the wall. She squeezed shower gel from a dispenser on the wall into her hand and began violently washing her skin.

  “Take it easy,” he insisted, hating that she was shutting him out.

  “The least you could do is accept my apology and let me finish showering in peace. Please don’t hate me. That’s all I can ask.”

  “Why would you think I hate you?”

  “I said I loved you. It was involuntary, like my tears when we first became lovers.”

  “Avery, stop it.” Hazard watched her reach out to turn up the steam in the shower. A spray of water hit him in the chest and he hissed painfully.

  “That’s too hot!” Swiftly turning the water off, he grabbed her carefully by her slippery elbows and turned her about. “Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?”

  “Don’t be mad,” she said while he checked for scorch marks. Her skin was red, but not alarmingly so.

  “The only way I’ll get mad is if you didn’t mean it.”

  Avery lowered her eyes. “I meant every word. But neither of us came here looking for love. I didn’t think it could happen this fast.”

  “Look at me, Avery Grant.” He waited until she lifted her eyes, looking back at him. Immediately aware that she was afraid he’d reject her. He had only himself to blame for that. He’d make up for it. “I will not have the woman I love afraid to admit she loves me too.”

  “I haven’t fucked everything up or pushed too fast?” Hope returned to her pretty blue eyes.

  “Not at all, love caught us both by surprise. That’s okay. Nowhere have I ever heard it said that love had a timetable.”

  “For a minute there you had that same deer-in-the-headlights look Gary had when I offered my virginity because I thought I’d loved him. That was nothing compared to how I feel about you.”

  “If he’d taken you up on the offer, I’d have to take a flight to Kentucky to beat the fuck out of him for taking advantage of my girl.”

  “No need to defend my honor anymore, Hazard. He’s moved on. Married, happy and remains in my father’s employ.”

  “Are you happy with me?”

  “Yes, of course I am. I didn’t want to rush you into admitting something that’s not there yet.”

  “Before I got to know you, I didn’t think I was capable of loving someone,” he countered. “Are we going to debate this much longer? Wouldn’t you like to finish showering and go back to bed?”

  “I’d rather make love.”

  Hazard cupped her chin, looking down at the woman he loved and feeling nothing but peace with it. “Let’s backtrack a couple minutes. Say it again. Let’s do this right.”

  Taking a deep breath, she kept her gaze on his face. “I love you, Trevor Hazard Osbourne. With all my heart, I love you.”

  Aware that she was still shaking
, he leaned down real close. “I love you, Avery Elizabeth Grant,” he said, silently grateful that she’d told him her middle name last night while they were pigging out on pizza. “Have faith in us and you’ll find out that I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I will,” she vowed.

  Blinking because he could imagine the day when she said those words to him in a church at a big fat wedding, he marveled over the fact that he could look into the future and see the two of them side by side.

  Kissing her softly, Hazard freed her only to allow both of them to finish up in the shower.

  Before too long, he guided her out of the shower stall, wrapped her up in a towel, dried off with a second towel and carried her back to bed where she belonged.

  Accepting all love had to offer, Hazard sheathed himself with a condom, lay back on the bed and let her climb on top.

  Though their hair was still sopping wet and he’d already soaked the pillow, he didn’t give a fuck. Avery positioned herself, rubbing her exquisitely soft body all over his until she was ready.

  Parting her thighs, she scooted down a little bit, taking him inside her body.

  “Make love to me, baby,” he said.

  “If you let me, I’ll love you forever.”

  Hazard rose from the bed, hugged her close and set up a rhythm neither could escape. As slow as they started, they soon began kissing, arching and thrusting in earnest.

  Love changed everything, making sex that much better, making life that much sweeter. With Avery, he wasn’t afraid to look forward anymore. With her, he could ultimately put his mistakes in the past and leave them there.

  Chapter Nine

  Hazard propped himself up against the bathroom doorway to watch Avery contort herself in odd ways in order to straighten her hair. It looked like torture to him.

  Why women felt it necessary to go to such lengths was beyond his understanding. Avery was beautiful no matter the time of day or whether her hair was perfectly straight or incredibly wavy.

  Yesterday, she’d agreed to skip the flatiron. They’d gone for a tour of the town and he introduced her to some of the local business owners, who told her about their experiences with supernatural visitors from the town’s Wild West past, and they stopped in the Truth or Dare Casino so she could play some quarter slots.

  She won twenty-five dollars. As a habit, he didn’t gamble, but watching her face light up in victory when coins flooded her tray caused him to take her back to their room to celebrate on the chaise.

  “Avery, you don’t have to do anything to make yourself more beautiful than you already are,” he said.

  “Tonight’s the party at Jaxon’s house,” she said, pausing to look back at him. “I’m not about to attend if I don’t look my best.”

  “My point is you always look great.” He could see she wasn’t going to relinquish the slender flatiron she was using to tame her hair. “In fact, I like your wavy hair. I told you that yesterday.”

  “It’s crazy insane,” she remarked nervously.

  “It isn’t. Straight or not, it’s always silky-soft and pretty. I like the highlights and darker streaks, makes it touchable.”

  Pushing off the doorjamb, he moved up behind her. She wore a black-and-white satin bra that accented her cleavage and matching itty-bitty panties, along with what he thought was the sexiest part of the ensemble, a garter belt and stockings.

  Damn, she was hot. If they didn’t have to get dressed and drive an hour to reach Jax’s on time he’d say fuck it all and stay at the hotel. But Jax had spent a lot of time preparing for the party. The other day, his best friend mentioned that Sawyer Hamilton hired retired rodeo star, Travis Ross, to be the foreman for the ranch and Jax extended an invite to the cowboy.

  While Avery and Hazard toured the town, he’d asked her if she wanted to check out of the hotel and go to his condo located a little outside town, but she chose not to because she’d already booked the room until Friday and didn’t want to lose the money.

  They’d gotten into their first argument when he told her he’d transferred the room’s account to his own credit card. Once he explained that he’d done it because he’d wanted to stay with her and didn’t think it was fair for her to pay for the extra expenses and room service, they kissed and made up.

  “Let me help you,” he offered, reaching out to stop her before she twisted herself in half trying to reach the back.

  Having watched the process, he had a good idea of what to do.

  “I’ve got it,” she said.

  “Amuse me, let me try.”

  She handed over the flatiron and he took a section of hair, sprayed it with some kind of heat protection as she’d done to the sides and smoothly ran the iron down the length from root to tip.

  “Why are you so nervous, Avery? You know Jax adores you. Gabriel is bringing a couple of friends, so is Sawyer.”

  “Because I’ve never been to an actual dungeon, much less a place with a whole host of them,” she said. “Do you think Sawyer’s dates or foreman know about Jax’s house?”

  “Yes, Sawyer knows about the rooms and he’s likely to have told his foreman. Anything that happens with their dates would be private. As would anything that happens between you and I. Aren’t you hoping we sneak off alone?” Catching her eye in the mirror, he paused to avoid burning her or himself.

  “I admit to being curious as to what it’s like to be bound in a dungeon or playroom with a big strapping guy like you and totally unable to stop you from having fun.”

  “Ah, baby, the one bound has the most fun, especially if you’re the one who’s tied and I’m the one in charge of giving you absolute pleasure. Are you forgetting the bondage ribbon we used the other day?”

  “No, I couldn’t possibly forget how good you made me feel. So far, you’re the one who’s been in charge,” she said.

  “Is that an objection?”

  “I’ve no objection to anything we’ve done together so far. But I wouldn’t mind tying you up and having my way with your body. Do you know how gorgeous you are naked?”

  “When you look at me, I feel like a man. When I look at you, I get hard instantly, like I am now.”

  “I can tell,” she replied, brushing her butt across his front that was already tented by his erection.

  “If we don’t finish getting dressed, we may not leave. Your ass is too tempting.”

  “We’ll finish.” She stopped teasing and stood very still. “Sorry, honey.”

  “We’re good.”

  “I can’t believe our time here is almost over. One more night,” she said sadly.

  “Let’s not think about it until tomorrow morning.”

  “I’ll try.”

  Hazard was going to miss her like crazy. If it turned out she couldn’t come to his game next Saturday and the Griffins won, he’d look into flying up to celebrate the next stage of the playoffs with her one on one.

  Taking another strand of her hair, he repeated what he’d done with the first, little by little smoothing the back until it was a silky curtain.

  “How’d I do?” he asked, setting the flatiron aside.

  “Great, you’re officially hired as my beautician.”

  “Already have a job, taking care of you in bed,” he said.

  “That’s true. Can’t let the other players know their badass linebacker has mad skills beyond denying an offense’s chance of scoring.”

  “What mad skills would that be?”

  “I think you know.” Running a brush through her hair, she grinned at him through the mirror. She looked incredibly pretty.

  He had it bad for her and there was no changing the facts. They’d talked as much as they’d fucked the last couple days. The only person he’d opened up to as much as he’d done with Avery was Jax.

  She knew what it was like to grow up in a household that wasn’t the picture-perfect family portrayed to the press or benefit of political heavyweights and nosy neighbors. During the night, she’d admitted that she’d fel
t so lost and helpless when her mom would cry late at night that she’d stopped eating right and got frighteningly thin.

  She’d justified the eating problems by saying she’d wanted to be lighter for horseback riding, but her trainer quickly caught onto her ruse and put a stop to it. After that, she ate normally, went on long horseback rides and confided in a private counselor whenever she felt out of control.

  Hazard was glad she’d found a confidant. Growing up in a community who’d idolized her father and couldn’t fathom he’d have mistresses had been as difficult for her as growing up in a loveless, angry home had been for him.

  Avery chose that moment to deliberately brush against his cock, teasing him further and breaking his train of thought. “Careful, tease me, I’ll bend you over this countertop and take you right now.”

  “No, no, we decided to wait until later.” She turned her attention back to her hair. He didn’t know why she kept checking it. She looked fantastic. “If you mess up my hair, I’ll have to start over.”

  “Point made,” he agreed.

  When she seemed satisfied with her hair, she began applying makeup. Avery made cute little faces while applying lipstick and mascara. As much as he’d like to keep watching her, he knew he needed to get moving.

  “I’ll let you finish up,” he said, leaving the bathroom.

  In the main room, he went to the bed and pulled on the light-gray sweater he’d set there a few minutes ago. He already had on dark-gray pants, socks and black loafers.

  Avery came out when he’d found his shoes. She quickly went to the closet, took out a white tiger-print blouse and pulled it on, then grabbed a short black miniskirt and wiggled into it.

  Noticing her zipper was down in the back of the skirt, he walked up behind her. “Hang on there,” he said, catching the tiny zipper and tugging it upward.

  “How do I look?” she asked.

  “Beautiful,” he answered.

  “You’re biased.”

  “Why would you think that?”

  “Because you love me,” she responded.

  “There is that. But I thought you were beautiful before I came to my senses and saw you as my lover, not Alex’s sister.”