Dare You To

by Rhian Cahill

  “Fuck. You’re a wet dream,” he growled.

  Wrapping his hands around her waist, Coop picked her up and walked to the bed, where he tossed her into the middle. Not giving her time to get away, he crawled onto the bed and straddled her hips. “Do you trust me, Shaye?”

  “Yes.”

  He loved that there was no hesitation. “Then put your arms above you head, wrists together.”

  Again, no hesitation, she just raised her arms and asked, “What are you going to do?”

  “Tie you to the headboard.” Coop grabbed his shirt and wrapped it around her wrists. “It’s not the best, and it won’t really hold you like I want, but it’ll still give us both the desired effect.”

  “Okay.”

  “We won’t really need a safe word as you’ll be able to get loose easy enough, but pick one anyway. Make it memorable, because you’ll use it every time from now on.”

  “E-every time?”

  “Yeah.” He’d played around with bondage a few times, and while his partners had always had safe words, they’d never needed them. With Shaye, it was different. He needed her to have one so he didn’t go too far. His level of excitement was already off the charts, and he hadn’t even secured her yet.

  “Are you into BDSM?”

  “No.”

  “But—”

  “I need to know you’re with me every second. If I do anything you don’t like, say the word and I’ll stop. No matter what.”

  “Taxi.”

  “Taxi?”

  Shaye nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

  “Okay. Taxi.”

  Fuck. His hands were shaking. He hoped it was just the long months of anticipation that had him trembling like a virgin. Once he had her arms bound, he couldn’t work out how to hook them to the bed. But maybe he didn’t need to.

  “I’ve changed my mind. Just keep your arms above you head unless I tell you otherwise.” Sitting up, he took her in. The bra had to go.

  It wasn’t until he’d undone the rear clasp and tried to pull the straps off her arms that he realized his mistake. He should have thought about this before tying her up. Improvising—again—he pushed the bra up her arms and left it draped over his T-shirt. Her breathing had grown shallow and the short breaths made her breasts jiggle.

  He filled his hands with her. Stroked his thumbs over her nipples while squeezing, pushing her generous tits together to form a deep cleavage that he couldn’t wait to slide his cock through.

  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on these tits?” Coop used his thumbs and index fingers to pinch the extended tips. “You gonna let me fuck them, Shaye? Let me slide my cock in between until I come all over your chest?”

  She arched into his touch, her teeth scraping at the plump flesh of her bottom lip. The provocative move sent a shaft of lust through his balls, and Coop had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from jumping her right then. He wanted to play first. See what she liked and what she didn’t.

  “Don’t move.” He hopped off the bed and stripped out of his underwear. Grabbing his jeans, he dug in his pocket for his wallet and the two condoms he kept tucked inside. Protection in hand, Coop climbed back onto the bed and kneeled beside her. “Now. Where was I?”

  Shaye couldn’t catch her breath. For what felt like a hundred years—but could only be a few minutes—Coop had been torturing her with his hands and mouth—his body. He’d even used his cock—rubbing, pressing and dragging it over sensitive flesh to tease her until she was on the verge of going insane. Hell, she was already there. Why else would she want to beg him to stop and never stop in the same breath?

  “Cooper.” She licked her dry lips. “Please.”

  “What? Tell me what you want.”

  He spoke against her stomach, his breath shivering over her skin. He’d been using his lips, tongue and teeth to send her out of her mind with anticipation, and she’d finally had enough. Now she’d beg.

  “More.” She thrust her hips off the bed to clue him in to where she wanted him to go next. “Lower.”

  “Where? Here?” He trailed his mouth over her hipbone and down her outer thigh.

  “No.” Shaye spread her legs.

  “Tell me.” Coop scraped his teeth along her leg towards her pussy. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Yes.” Her hips bucked. “There. Right there.”

  “Say it,” he growled, hovering his mouth over her throbbing sex.

  “Lick me.”

  “Words, Shaye. Tell me what to lick.”

  God. His mouth was so close she could feel the moist heat of his breath. “Pussy. Lick my pussy. My clit.” She panted.

  “There now. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He blew a hot stream of air over her.

  She shuddered. “Please.” He still hadn’t touched her, and she brought her bound hands down to grip his head and push him against her throbbing pussy. “Cooper. Please.”

  “Hands back over your head.”

  The command snapped out at her, Coop’s voice raw—harsh. Without thought, Shaye immediately returned her arms to their previous position.

  “Good girl.”

  She knew she should take offence. Should be insulted by his tone, but she had no chance to think when Coop finally did what she’d been begging for.

  He spread her open with his thumbs and zeroed in on her clit. He laved her with his tongue, wrapped his lips around the hard knot of nerves and sucked.

  Her back bowed, her hips driving her pussy into his mouth as an orgasm tore through her. It was unexpected and ripped a scream of pleasure from her throat. Body thrashing, Shaye surrendered to the blinding release.

  Coop didn’t let her come down. He kept at her, with fingers and mouth and tongue, he drove her straight into a second climax. This one left her a trembling, sated puddle of goo on the bed beneath him.

  Shaye’s arms were still above her head and her legs spread wide when Coop crawled up over her and settled between her thighs.

  “I wanna see you do that again.” He nudged his cock against her quivering pussy. “But this time, I’m gonna be buried deep when you give me what I want.”

  She shivered as he ran his hands up her extended arms and curled his fingers around hers. Using what little strength she had, Shaye opened her eyes and met Cooper’s gaze.

  “There you are.” He rocked his hips, sliding his cock through her slick folds. “I was wondering if maybe you’d passed out.”

  His gloating was obvious, and Shaye should really shoot some holes in that monumental ego of his, but she didn’t have a smartass comment. And even if she did, she wasn’t sure she wanted to risk him stopping now. A softly hummed murmur was all she could manage anyway.

  He grinned. “Not out, but delirious with pleasure.”

  Oh, yeah, he needed that ego shot down. “Not yet. You mustn’t be trying hard enough.”

  Coop flexed his hips. “We’ll have to rectify that.”

  “Bring it—” Her reply turned into a moan, because in one hard thrust, Coop buried himself inside her.

  Chapter Four

  Cooper groaned. He’d died and gone to heaven. It was the only explanation. Nothing on earth should feel this good. He lowered his head and nuzzled Shaye’s neck. Flexing his hips, he withdrew his cock until only the head remained lodged inside her tight cunt.

  The moan that slipped through her lips along with the soft walls surrounding his sensitive crown had him pushing back in. Unlike the first time he drove into her, he took this plunge slowly, pressing forward at an agonizing pace that delivered sensations so sublime they bordered on pain.

  “So tight.” He pulled out. Thrust back in. “Hot, wet, tight.”

  Shaye wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked up into him. It was all he needed to tip him over the edge of civil straight into savage.

  He rose up on his forearms and knees, bracing his weight and using the bed to get the power he needed to fuck her. Hard.

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p; Glancing down, he watched Shaye’s eyes glaze over as he drove into her over and over. He tilted his hips to change the angle of entry and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure when he ground his pelvis against her clit on each down stroke.

  Her cunt walls closed around him, sucking at his length as he forged through the swollen tissues. She tightened with each lunge. Cried out with every beat of his body on hers.

  Coop shuddered. The pace—the pleasure—had his orgasm only strokes away. But before he let himself go, he wanted to feel Shaye come on his cock. Lifting up on one arm, he slid the other one between them and found her clit with his fingers. He pressed. Circled. Pressed. Matched the speed with his thrusts. Increased the pressure and had her writhing under him.

  But it wasn’t enough. She fought it. Fought him. And he wasn’t having it. He’d take nothing less than everything he wanted from her and what he wanted was to send her flying once more.

  “C’mon, Shaye, let go.” He slammed into her harder. “Come for me. Come on me.”

  She broke. Clamped around him with such brutal force his movements slowed, the drag of his cock through her clenching cunt harder than before—the squeeze on his shaft greater. Her cry echoed in the room around them and merged with his groan as he let himself follow her into the ecstasy swallowing them whole.

  He collapsed on top of her, managed to get his elbows locked so he didn’t crush her beneath him. As it was, a good part of his weight held her hips pinned to the bed.

  “Give me a second and I’ll get off you,” he murmured against her throat.

  Her only reply was to tighten her legs around him.

  Coop loved that she didn’t want to let him go. He didn’t want to examine how much. Not yet. Besides, he was pretty sure once the euphoria of her climax faded, Shaye would be shoving him away. Physically and emotionally.

  He had no idea why she’d insisted on having rules, but Coop was one hundred percent sure he was plowing straight through every one of them. After finally getting inside her, there was no doubt she was what he wanted. And not just for the next month.

  The honest, mind-blowing truth was he wanted Shaye Adams for the rest of his life.

  Did she think she was in trouble?

  Hell yes.

  Trouble didn’t even begin to cover what she was. Her rules weren’t going to save her from heartache. It was already too late. Probably had been long before she’d started flirting with the man she’d lusted after for eight years.

  She was so stupid.

  Shaye squeezed her eyes closed and hoped she could hide her feelings from Cooper. The last thing she wanted was for him to know how into him she was. Sex was one thing, but handing him her heart along with her body wasn’t something she was prepared to do. He’d proven over the years that no woman could hold his interest, and Shaye had no desire to be one of the many broken hearts he left behind.

  “Need to get rid of the condom.” Coop pulled away, a shudder wracking them both as his softening cock slipped from her body.

  He untangled the T-shirt from her arms before he rolled off the bed. Shaye couldn’t help but watch his naked arse as he walked towards the bathroom. She wanted him now more than she had earlier. That knowledge had her leaping off the bed and scrambling for her clothes.

  She’d be a fool to stick around any longer. Her defenses needed fortifying. There was no way she could let him touch her again until she’d done some damage control—slapped a few more bricks in those walls.

  “What are you doing?”

  Shaye glanced up as she hooked her bra together. “Dressing?”

  “Why?”

  “Well, I can’t go home naked.” She wiggled into her skirt.

  He narrowed his eyes and fisted his hands at his sides. “So what? You’re just gonna fuck and run?”

  She froze. How could she answer that without raising a red flag, when technically she was running? “That’s a little crude.”

  “Crude or truth?” One thick eyebrow arched and his eyes sparked with challenge.

  Avoiding his gaze, she glanced around looking for her top. “I need to be up early tomorrow.”

  He came closer, stopping with his feet inches from hers, the heat from his naked body caressing her through her clothes. “I’m not done with you.”

  Before Shaye could take a breath, she was in his arms, her mouth crushed beneath his. He wasn’t gentle. He demanded. He took. He conquered. The thrust of his tongue was overwhelming in its ferocity—obliterating everything from her mind except him. And when he walked her backwards and pushed her onto the bed, she didn’t argue.

  Couldn’t.

  Not when his hand was between her legs, his talented fingers strumming her clit until she gasped for breath as he ruthlessly drove her towards another orgasm.

  The climax hit her fast and hard. Shattered her. Mind, body, soul. It was mind numbing. Cooper destroyed all resistance—every barrier—until she had no choice but to surrender completely.

  Spent, Shaye lay sprawled on the bed, her eyelids too heavy to lift, her lungs too weak to breath. She heard the tear of foil. Felt his strong fingers dig into her hips.

  “Nowhere near done.”

  Shaye’s head spun when he flipped her over and raised her hips. His hands smoothed up the back of her thighs, pushing her skirt up, up, up. He palmed her arse cheeks, slipping his thumbs between to find her slick heat and tease her with barely there caresses.

  “Cooper.” She arched her back, pushed her arse towards him.

  He chuckled. “Yeah. We’re so not done.”

  He pushed his knee between hers, forcing her legs wider, making her arch deeper, thrusting her arse higher. She felt the tip of his cock at her entrance a split second before he drove his length inside her.

  A cry burst from her throat, Cooper’s groan rumbled in her ear as he curled over her, his chest to her back. She thought he’d take her hard. Fast. Instead, she got slow and easy strokes while his mouth explored the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

  Her body strained against his. She rocked as best she could beneath him, but he’d caged her in. Held her captive to his gentle thrusts—hostage to the flood of sensation—to the waves of pleasure swamping her. To him.

  Whatever he asked, she’d do. Whatever he demanded, she’d give. In that moment, she could do nothing but accept the feelings bursting free inside her. With Cooper’s hands caressing her breasts, his lips fluttering over her skin, words of pleasure—of approval—whispered in her ear and the slow, steady drive of his body against hers, she surrendered. As her orgasm tore through her and Coop came right along with her, Shaye had no hope of shielding her heart.

  Coop picked up his shirt without taking his eyes off the bathroom door. Shaye had barely waited for him to roll off her before she’d scrambled out of bed, grabbed her clothes and made a beeline for the bathroom. He had to assume they were done for the night. Especially seeing how he’d persuaded her into a second round—not that she’d protested after he’d gotten his hands and mouth on her.

  He wasn’t sure what to make of her reactions. She seemed completely into him, seemed as desperate for him as he was for her, then it was like a sudden wind change. Gone was the hot blast of need, replaced by an arctic cold shoulder.

  Shaking his head as he finished dressing, Coop wondered if Shaye would continue to blow hot and cold now they’d moved past friends to lovers. The thought didn’t sit well. A lead ball sank to the pit of his stomach, a tight vice squeezed his chest and a red haze filled his vision.

  He’d be fucked if he’d let her back away now.

  The question was how to handle her from here. Other than her rules, they hadn’t really discussed what it was they wanted or expected. Not that he had a clue himself. Well, not beyond the bone-deep need he had for her. He had to come up with a plan.

  One that kept her close but didn’t freak her out. Why he thought Shaye feared getting close was anyone’s guess, but Coop knew, like he knew her eyes were blue, that she wanted to keep an e
motional distance between them. And the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced she was playing him. He hadn’t a clue how or why, he just couldn’t shake the gut-sure notion that he was being played.

  Two could play that game. He knew what his goal was. He only had to figure out Shaye’s before she made her final move.

  Coop figured he was a sick bastard, but he couldn’t deny the anticipation thrumming in his veins. He’d never encountered a woman who challenged him, teased him—tempted—drew a need to control so sharp it sliced through him and sucked the breath from his lungs.

  “Ready?”

  He glanced up to see Shaye—worse luck, fully clothed—standing before him. “Sure.”

  “Let’s go then.” She strode past him and out the door.

  Right. The arctic freeze was back. Taking a deep breath, he turned and followed her. Shaye was at the bottom by the time he hit the top of the staircase.

  In a hurry much?

  Coop smiled. She was running again.

  He wanted to laugh but stifled the urge. Pissing her off wouldn’t get him what he wanted. And what he wanted was to see Shaye running towards him instead of away. She’d given him a month. Thirty days to play out this thing between them. Except Coop figured they could tangle for the next hundred years and what was arcing between them wouldn’t be finished. All he had to do was convince Shaye what they had shouldn’t have a time limit.

  Easier said than done.

  When he made it to the open front door, he could see her waiting on the passenger side of his truck. She really did want to get out of there. With a sigh, he locked up and headed in her direction. Clicking the fob to unlock the doors, he watched her climb in and buckle up before he’d even made it to the driver’s door.

  Yep. She wanted gone. Now.

  Too bad he wasn’t playing by her rules.

  “Where to?” he asked as he slid into his seat.

  “Home.”

  “Yours?”

  She finally looked at him. “Of course. Who else’s?”

  He grinned. Coop knew he was about to poke the sleeping bear, but he couldn’t help himself. “Thought you might have changed your mind and wanted to head to my place.”