4. Brewer
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Brewer
Schooling my features, I hold back my surprise at my little liar picking the icebreaker game, Truth or Dare. This is going to be more fun than I expected. “Truth or dare, Josie?”
“Dare.” She says quickly, her eyes shifting to the left, before landing on my face again.
“Alright. I dare you to kiss me again.”
“That’s hardly a dare.” She crosses her arms over her chest with a huff.
Okay, little liar, “With your clothes off.”
“What?” She shrieks, her eyes filling with panic and desire.
“Just kidding. You can leave your clothes on.” She visibly relaxes. “For now,” I add, only to see her eyes flare with desire.
“You’re insufferable, you know that, don’t you?” She scoots closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she did the first time we kissed.
“I do.” I lift my hand and brush her hair behind her back before sliding it along her shoulder and around the back of her neck. “Five full minutes. No stopping. No pulling back. Got it?”
She nods. “Got it.”
“Good girl.” I lower my lips to hers, tentative at first, then more possessive as she parts her lips for me.
I never knew kissing could be like this.
It’s not something I’ve ever wanted to do before.
Sex and kissing have never been on my radar.
Don’t get me wrong, I knew I would do both someday, but I never knew what I was missing by not kissing.
I can only imagine how good sex with Josie would be.
She moans into my mouth, and I almost lose it, the sound so raw, filled with so much desire that my cock hardens painfully. She presses her body closer to mine, her breasts pushing into my chest so hard I can feel her nipples poking me through the fabric of our clothes.
Naked kissing next time—definitely naked kissing next time.
I have no idea how much time has passed—all I know is that if I don’t stop kissing her now, I’ll have her naked and nine inches deep inside of her before I even figure out why she’s lying about being my mail-order bride.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back, watching her press her fingers to her lips, surprise on her face. “Oh.” She sighs, her eyes shifting to my lips as if silently asking for another kiss.
“My turn,” I say, breaking the spell. “I’ll take truth.” I’m not sure I can handle another dare.
“Okay, truth.” She sits up straighter, tapping her index finger against her still kiss-swollen lips. “Why did you sign up for a mail-order bride?”
Even though I was expecting the question, it still catches me off guard.
Why did I sign up? “I joined the military right out of high school. I was young and impulsive—I needed structure in my life. I thought I would find it there. Instead, I was left with memories that still haunt me, even after fifteen years in the military.” I pause, trying to sugarcoat a life that wasn’t anything like what I expected.
“I met a lot of good people along the way. But I’m not proud of some of the things I had to do.
” I don’t go into detail—even my therapist at the sanctuary doesn’t know all the details. I don’t want to burden Josie with them.
“I’m sorry.” She places her hand over mine and gives it a squeeze. “I hate that you went through that.” I can tell she wants to say more on the subject, but instead she changes the subject. “Okay, it’s my turn.” She gives me a small smile and my heart beats faster.
What is it about my little liar that has me tied in knots, willing to do whatever she asks me to do?
“Dare. Ask me to give you a dare.” I plead. The need to touch her again is pounding down on me like the rain outside.
“Dare.” She whispers.
“I dare you to let me kiss you between your legs.”