Chapter Six Dare
N othing about this evening or Ava was what I expected. For it to have started so fucked up with my nightmare and then my fight with Kellan, I couldn’t believe the positive turn it had taken. While I’d fully intended on finding some vapid co-ed to fuck in my office, I never imagined the gift of a real woman.
And despite knowing her for only an hour, one thing I knew for certain: Ava was real.
I was dancing with a smart, beautiful woman who wasn’t remotely intimidated by me.
That fact was a pleasant change. Few of the women I fucked or dated weren’t intimidated by me. They fed off my power and wealth. Being seen with me was an extension of how others perceived them.
While people would’ve characterized them as my arm candy, it meant way more to them than it did to me. My looks complimented their own vanity and pride. They didn’t want to get to know the real me anymore than I did them.
They used me as much as I used them.
But that wasn’t Ava.
After finding out I owned Bandia, she was still ready to walk away. If she was with me for any selfish reason, it was to embrace her post-divorce future. She was one of the most genuine women I’d ever met. Even in the short time I’d been with her, I could tell she was the real deal. There was nothing false about her–what you saw was what you got.
I wish I could have said the same for myself. But obviously there was a giant elephant in the room involving my true self–my involvement in the Kavanaugh clan. Most women who pursued me heard rumors of my family’s and my dealings in the underworld. For those who had a bad boy kink, it was a dream come true.
Although I could’ve stayed talking to her all night, she wanted to dance. Considering everything she’d been through in the past few months, I wanted to do everything within my power to give her an enjoyable evening.
Once Ava found the spot she wanted, she began to move to the music. Immediately I noticed a difference in the way she was dancing now to how she had previously. When I didn’t join in with her, she furrowed her brows at me. “What’s wrong?” Ava asked.
“Where’s the carefree woman I saw earlier tonight?”
Surprise sparkled in her dark eyes. “You saw me dancing?”
Nodding, I pointed at the VIP roost. “I was watching the crowd when you caught my eye. That’s the reason why I was there to save you. I’d come down to find you.”
Unblinking and unmoving, Ava merely stared at me. After a few moments passed, she questioned, “Why?”
“Are you really asking me that?”
“Does it surprise you that I would want to know?”
“Considering the ball buster you are, it does.”
“Maybe that’s all a front,” she argued.
I hated the doubt that swirled in her eyes. I knew her ex and his actions had put those emotions in her head. It made me want to string him up and beat the hell out of him. My thumb traced along her jawline.
Her hand covered mine against her cheek. “Out of all the women in here, why did you choose me?”
“I liked what I saw when you were dancing.”
“And what did you see?”
“Complete and total freedom.”
“And what else?”
“Someone totally uninhibited.”
“Free and inhibited aren’t usually traits men like.”
“I’m not like other men.”
The corners of her lips quirked. “No, you're not. And it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
After snaking one of my arms around Ava’s waist, I drew her soft curves flush against the hard angles of my body. We swayed to the soft beat of the music. Pressing her head to chest, Ava inhaled sharply.
At her satisfied sigh, I asked, “My cologne meets your approval?”
“Mm, hmm.” Grinning up at me, she said, “There’s something about a delicious-smelling man that was like liquid sex to me.”
“I like hearing that.”
Ava brought her arms up to encircle my neck. When her fingers began playing with the hair at the base of my neck, a shudder ran through me.
“Did I just discover one of your erogenous zones, Mr. Kavanaugh?” Ava teasingly asked.
I grinned. “You’re on to me. I fucking love when a woman plays with my hair.”
“We have that in common.”
“Mm, the mental image of a woman playing with your hair is getting me so fucking hard right now.”
She playfully smacked my arm. “I meant a man.”
Grimacing, I replied, “And there goes my hard-on.”
“I’m glad to hear it since I don’t appreciate another woman turning you on so much.”
“Hey, you were in the fantasy. And you were way hotter than the chick playing with your hair,” I argued.
“Spare me,” she huffed.
Cocking my brows, I asked, “I guess that means no chance of a threesome in our future, huh?”
“Sure. But I get to pick the other guy.”
A laugh burst from my lips. “Touche.”
“While it’s apparent you’ve had a FMF threesome, have you ever had a MFM one?”
I shook my head wildly back and forth. “Nope. Never.”
“Why not?”
I leaned in to where my warm breath scorched the shell of her ear, causing her to shiver. “I don’t share.”
“That’s bullshit.”
I jerked my head back in surprise. Normally, that line made women cream their panties. They wanted me to be completely focused on them. “Excuse me?”
“It’s okay for me to share you with another woman but not me with another man?”
“Absolutely.”
With a look of absolute disgust, Ava pronounced, “You’re a misogynist pig.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
“Well, you won’t be while you’re with me.”
My eyes widened at her tenacity. “Is that right?”
“You’re better than that,” she challenged.
“Surely by now you know I’m a womanizer.”
“I’m well aware of what you accept for yourself. I’m talking about what’s really inside you.”
Fucking hell. Where did this woman come from? The bastard side of me argued that she had balls to act like I needed her for nothing more than fucking. That her opinion of me didn’t matter.
But that wasn’t the truth.
“To deserve being in your presence, I’ll be a better man.”
As stared down at her, white-hot lust glittered in her eyes. A shudder ran through me at the intensity of her expression. While our gazes remained locked on each others’, my hands slid from her waist down to cup her ass. When she gasped in pleasure, I slammed my lips against hers. My cock throbbed when she moaned into my mouth.
Continuing my assault on her mouth, my hands pushed her center against the growing hardness in my pants. Ava whimpered as she ground her pussy against my erection. Gripping my shoulders, she held on for dear life as her hips rose and fell against mine.
As my lips left hers, Ava’s eyes remained pinched shut as I kissed a trail over her jawline. When I got to her ear, I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, my tongue flicking against it.
“Dare,” Ava moaned. At the graze of my teeth, Ava’s eyes popped open. “More,” she commanded.
With a grunt, I continued biting and licking down the soft skin of her neck. When I reached the top of her breasts, I thrust my tongue under the fabric of her dress. Desperate for more, I jerked one of the cups down to expose her breast.
Ava shrieked in panic. “Dare, what are you doing?”
“Admiring your tits.”
Her wild gaze spun around us. “Here?”
“No one cares if I suck your rock hard nipple into my mouth,” I murmured around her breast.
“Well, I do!”
“Just let go, Ava.”
“But we’re in front of everyone,” she protested.
“That makes it even hotter.” My tongue flicked against her nipple, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
“But I only want you to see me.”
As I gazed up at her, the conviction on her face sent an almost caveman roar echoing in my mind. Mine.
After sliding the cup back up over her breast, I then ushered us into the back of a darkened corner. “Better?”
“Mm, hmm,” she murmured.
“Can I make you come out here?”
“Yes, please.”
I then pushed Ava up against the wall, blocking her from view. My hands shoved the hem of her dress up over her hips. Taking one of her legs, I hooked it over my hip, so I could angle my cock against her core. When I thrust against her, we both hissed in pleasure.
“Fuck, Ava,” I grunted, as I began rubbing my cock against her. Her thong became drenched, and I could feel her arousal coating the front of my pants. Once again, I bared her breast before sucking her nipple deep into my mouth. Ava moaned and worked her hips faster against mine.
“Yes, Dare, oh God!” she cried, as she ground her pussy against my cock.
Ignoring the people around us, we moved frantically against each other, desperately searching for our release. I hadn’t come in my pants like a horny teenager in years, but I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
When I bit down in Ava’s nipple, a scream of pleasure tore from her lips as her body jerked and shuddered with her release. As I continued pumping against her, Ava’s hand came between us. She started working me over my slacks. With her other hand, she cupped my cheek. Staring into her eyes, I let myself go.
As our chest rose and fell with harsh breaths, our eyes remained locked on each other’s. From the need burning in Ava’s expression, I knew we’d only just scratched the surface of our lust. We both needed so much more from each other, and the night was still young.