Double Dare(129)

The girl stared at me suspiciously then. State was in the center of town in a ritzy area, and it wasn’t often that people could afford a house, much less a house with a pool. But then again, Evie didn’t know who I really was, my entire backstory.

“Listen,” I said. “I promise that if you hear me out and hate everything about me, I’ll never bother you again.” I stepped back, both hands up as if waving a white flag. “Just give me this chance,” I added, fixing my gaze on her, already drowning in those warm caramel depths. “Just one chance.”

And the girl scrutinized me, taking in my supplication, before nodding slowly.

“Okay, but I have class in an hour, so I’ve gotta be back before then,” she said carefully. I could tell she was just being cautious, that she didn’t want to give in entirely. But it was enough for me, the opening was more than sufficient, and I smiled at the girl genuinely.

“You won’t regret it,” I rumbled, turning to escort her to my car. “I promise, you won’t.”

And I had every intention of making good on my word. Because I loved Evie, she was mine and I was hers … I just had to make her see it.





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO


Evie




I gasped as we pulled up to the big stone house. Because it wasn’t even really a house, it was a mansion. Acres and acres of manicured lawns surrounded the imposing building with a fountain in front, a big circular drive, and a huge, sparkling infinity pool that dropped off to the horizon on the side.

“Is- is this all yours?” I stammered. My spidey sense had been tingling for the last fifteen minutes because the car Stone drove was no mere car. It was a luxury sports car, a top of the line silver Jag with all the accoutrements, buttery leather interiors and touchscreen displays, a motor that hummed like it was pure sex itself, rumbling with a deep growl.

And Stone could tell how shocked I was, how arousing I found it all

“Like what you see, baby?” he asked silkily. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you drive it.”

And I colored, my knees drifting apart as if he’d just touched me, his warm words gusting against my cunt. The big man laughed, attuned to every inch of my body, every shiver of sensation that coursed through my frame.

“Oh I’ll let you drive it and then some,” he growled, eying me hungrily. “This gearshift is good for something, don’t you agree?” he asked, his big hand stroking the ten-inch protrusion, the knob a gleaming silver, curved just so.

And to my shame, heat coursed through me again, my pussy tingling, electricity running through my pelvic region, making me wet. Oh my god, Stone was so fucking dirty and I loved it. What could we do with the gearshift? Hump it? Wipe my kitty all over the knob, bearing down until it slipped inside, my pussy lips parting over the sleek metal? Oh fuck, I was a dirty bitch, a horny little girl. And reading my body like a master, the big man just laughed again, eyes wicked.

“That’s right, and I have even more planned,” he ground out, devouring my plump form, my swimsuit suddenly so hot, tight and uncomfortable. “But first, we need to talk.”

And I almost died then. I was so desperate at this point that I wanted Stone to fuck me right here, in this little cab of a car, take me, use me, make me his cumslut once more. But the big man was already shutting off the car and getting out, striding to my side before opening the door and hauling me out into his arms.

“Mmm,” he breathed. “I’ve missed you little girl.”

And that made me come back to my senses. Because Stone had disappeared for a year with no trace, breaking my heart and now he was back, playing with me, toying with me, making me want him within twenty minutes of reappearing. Shame coursed through me. How could I be so weak, so spineless?

So I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders, looking him straight in the eye.

“We do need to talk,” I confirmed. “Like adults, no ass-pinching, no name-calling.”

The big man quirked an eyebrow at me.

“You didn’t like the butt stroke, baby?” he drawled. “I could swear you liked it, and besides, I never call you anything … except in bed.”

And I colored again.

“The past is the past,” I said stiffly, trying my best to shoot him a glare. “We’re here to talk.”

And Stone smiled secretively before bowing at the waist, gesturing towards the house with a flourish.

“After you,” he rumbled, eyes dancing.

I ignored his dramatic ways, making my way to the huge double doors of the mansion. And when they swung open, I gasped again because the interior was magnificent, straight out of Architectural Digest or another decorator’s magazine. White couches were scattered about a massive living space complete with two flat screen TVs, parquet floors, and even a small bar with ornate wood paneling and countless high-end liquors. I was astonished, my eyes growing wide at the luxury.