Chapter 10 Dare
Chapter Ten
DARE
Isla moans as I press my fingers deeper into her. God, she’s so wet and hot already, just from kissing, and I want to taste her so badly my mouth is watering.
For now, though, I make do by removing my fingers and sucking off her juices, groaning at the taste of her musk. I can’t wait enough to make her come multiple times on my tongue, as much as I’d love to.
Maybe there will be time later.
There isn’t normally a “later” with any other women I’m with, so that should scare me, but Isla—or whoever she is—really has me sprung, and I have to admit it. I’ve wanted her since the first moment I saw her, and I got so close out on that balcony before Liam cockblocked me.
I’ve been aching for her ever since, and I look down hungrily at her glistening, bald sex.
I want to ask her one more time if she’s sure, but the way her eyes roll back in her head when I spread her thighs even further gives me the answer I need.
I shove down my sweats, freeing my erection, and she looks at it, panting, her eyes widening slightly.
I smirk at her. “I know. I’m blessed.”
“That’s not going to fit,” she says hoarsely, and I smirk wider.
“Oh, a ghrá, it’ll fit. Maybe it’ll spoil you for all other men, but it’ll fit.”
She scoffs, but she does look a little frightened when I guide myself slowly toward her entrance.
“It’s all right, Isla. You can take it,” I croon, and she lets out a breath.
I know I’m well endowed, thicker and longer than average, and I know it’s surprising given I’m a lean guy. But I also know how to take it slow when I want to.
Feels better, anyway.
But by the time I’ve got my head in, Isla is moaning for more.
“Can you take it, a ghrá?”
My head spins with lust. I’ve never had anyone want more so soon, when she’s still fluttering around me and I’m not even halfway inside her.
“I can take it, Dare, please.”
I look down at her, and she pouts, her mouth pink and pretty and inviting.
I grit my teeth and slowly push more of myself into her, bottoming out with a low groan as I look down at her.
“Fuck, so full,” she slurs, clutching at me, digging her nails into my shoulders as I slowly start to move.
She’s so tight around me at first, but then the glide gets easer as she gets closer and closer to her peak.
“Are you going to come for me, a ghrá?”
“Oh, yes, fuck, Dare, please, make me come.”
I pick up the pace, and she writhes beneath me, throwing her head back against the pillows and digging her nails in deeper.
The sting urges me forward and before I know it, I’m hurtling toward my orgasm, my balls drawing up.
“Wait,” I pant as she rolls her hips up under me. “Wait, a ghrá, I’m going to—”
I feel the second she starts to orgasm. She trembles all over, clenching around me like a vise, and I thrust into her only a couple more times before crying out and spilling inside her.
“Isla, Jesus fucking Christ.” I’m breathing hard as I pull out of her, and she whines.
I chuckle, plopping down next to her. “First time with a bigger... you know?”
“Bigger? That thing is giant, Dare, you should see a doctor.” She laughs out loud, throwing her head back, and my heart does a flip.
I laugh in return. “Never had any complaints.”
“Clearly.”
I tilt my head. “What does that mean?”
She waves a hand at me, shifting to lie on her side and propping her chin up on the palm of her hand.
“It means you don’t look like you have trouble finding sexual partners.”
“I don’t.” I’m not exactly proud, but... yeah. All right. Fuck it. I’m proud.
“And with that in your pants, I’m sure you’re even more sought after.”
“Okay, okay, enough about me.” I’d love for her to continue complimenting me, but I want to know more about her. Whether she’s Maggie or Isla or both, she interests me. That’s not something I often find.
“I'm an open book.”
Yeah, right. “Tell me something real. Like, do you have a boyfriend? Someone waiting for you?”
She doesn’t answer for a long moment, and I stiffen, the beginnings of jealousy starting to eat me up.
“Of course that’s what you want to know after...”
“What can I say? I’m territorial.”
“No boyfriend. No husband. No siblings. No roommates. It’s just me.”
Thank God. “And your parents?”
“They live on the west coast. I call my mother twice a week, talk to my dad once every few months. They divorced when I was five.”
“So, you’re not close?”
I get that. I’m not close to my parents, either. As in I have no idea where they are, currently. I practically raised myself and my little sister, and then they just fucked off; Tahiti was the last I’d heard.
She shakes her head, looking a little vulnerable. “I’m not really close to anyone.”
“That sounds lonely.”
“It is.” She looks up at me with narrowed eyes. “If I fall asleep here, you’re not going to try anything, are you?”
I grin. “Nothing you don’t want me to.”
She smiles back weakly. “Just don’t wanna wake up hogtied or anything.”
I soften. “I wouldn’t do that, a ghrá. Not unless you asked me to. I’m only interested in willing partners.”
She cuddles up close to me, throwing a hand across my waist.
I’m still wearing my clothes, just disheveled, so I fix them and put an arm around her shoulders.
She leans even further in, putting her head on my chest.
I didn’t sleep last night, thinking about Isla, wondering if Cillian would try anything. I’ve honestly never felt this territorial about a woman, especially not this soon.
It should probably scare me, but I’m always doing things that scare me, so what else is new?
Her eyelids flutter closed as she snuggles up to me, throwing her long leg across my hip.
I hum, placing a hand high up on her thigh, hoping for round two, but she’s asleep within minutes.
I chuckle at her light snoring.
I can’t fall asleep for obvious reasons.
My eyelids sure are heavy, though...
I wake up to Liam barking out my name and kicking me off the bed.
“Fuck!” I cry out as my hip painfully hits the hardwood.
Liam yanks me up and out of the bedroom, and through it all, Isla doesn’t even miss a snore. She must be a heavy sleeper.
“What in the fuck are you doing?" He snorts, looking utterly disgusted. “Did you fuck her?”
“It wasn’t like that,” I argue, adjusting my clothes.
“So, you didn’t fuck her.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Of course, you fucked her. What else did I expect? She could have run off while you were sleeping, you idiot!”
“It’s not like I forced her, Liam. She wanted it as badly as I did.”
“Oh, sure. Did she tell you she loved you, too? That you’d grow old together and have a fucking picket fence?”
“No.” I sound like a sullen teenager, but I can’t help it.
The thing is, Liam is right. I shouldn’t have fucked her. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep next to her. Regardless of how I feel about her, I don’t actually know the woman.
And she’s a prisoner here. If she hadn’t fallen asleep, she’d be gone.
“At least you know what you’ve done wrong.”
I grin. “I fucked her to sleep.”
I expect Liam to roll his eyes, maybe call me an idiot again, but instead he grabs the front of my shirt, slamming me up against the far wall.
“This isn’t a bloody game, Dare. I’m doing my best to keep this woman alive, but if she escapes, my father... he’s not just going to let her go. You know that.”
I deflate, and Liam lets me go. I stumble but remain standing.
“You’re right, man. I’m sorry.”
He rolls his eyes this time, and I’m almost grateful. This whole situation has gotten him so twisted. It’s gotten all of us twisted.
And I’m just fanning the flames. Maybe I am an idiot.
“I’m glad I came over early. I was going to give you until midnight, but something told me to come check up on you.”
I hate the idea that Liam has to check up on me, but if he hadn’t...
“Look, Liam, I really am sorry. Truly. I was thinking with my dick—”
“A common pastime of yours.”
I huff out a breath. “I know. But I won’t do it again. I’ll stay vigilant, or whatever.”
“That doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence.”
“Just give me another shot, Liam, I’ll stay tonight—”
“No.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not going to allow you to do this all over again. I’ll stay with her tonight.”
I blink. “You will?”
“Cill said we’d take turns. It’s my turn. You clearly fucked yours up.”
I hang my head. It’s not the first time I’ve caused trouble for the Hayes clan, and I know Liam hasn’t forgotten any of the times before.
I used to have a bit of an alcohol problem, but it’s been years since I drank to excess. It doesn’t mean that all the years I spent being an asshole are forgiven, though.
“You’re not going to...” I trail off, not sure how to finish that sentence.
“Fuck her? Might as well, I guess.”
Don’t you dare.
But I can’t say that. I can’t tell Liam that I have complicated feelings for our prisoner.
“I’m not going to fuck her.” Liam stares at me like I’m a moron.
Maybe I am.
I let out a sigh of relief. “I guess I’ll just go home and think about what I did.”
He scoffs but claps me on the shoulder. “I’ll let you know if anything changes.”
I suppose he’s talking about his father, that he’ll let me know what new orders Ronan gives, that he’ll let me know if he and Cill manage to talk him down.
“Didn't go well?”
“Didn’t go at all. He didn’t remember anything I told him, so I just let him believe we haven’t found her.”
“Fuck, it’s getting bad, isn’t it?”
“His dementia? Well, it’s not good,” Liam mutters, pouring himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
I trail after him. “What are we going to do?”
Liam shrugs. “What we’ve already been doing. Keep her here. Keep looking for a way out.”
“I guess his dementia bought us some time.”
He sighs. “Maybe.”
I nod, realizing that I’m stalling. I’m afraid to leave Liam and Isla alone together, but at the same time, I know he won’t do what I did. I know that Liam is stronger than me, at least when it comes to being seduced.
I bought it hook, line, and sinker, didn’t I?
But she wanted me too. I could feel it as she fluttered around me, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
There are a million other ways I’d love to touch her, but right now, I have to get the hell out of here before Liam realizes I’m falling for our prisoner.
I freeze as I get to my car, realizing that I really am falling for Isla.
I’ve never met a woman and instantly been so obsessed with her mind and body. She’s bewitched me, somehow, and Liam’s right.
I’m a fucking idiot.
I sigh as I get into my car, and I barely remember getting home. My head is spinning with too many thoughts to pay attention to the ride home.
When I get home and walk inside, I look around my studio apartment. It’s a huge loft with wall-to-wall windows. It’s a beautiful place, and I’d bought it several years ago, but sometimes, it sure is lonely.
I crack open a beer and sit down in my recliner, knowing I probably won’t sleep again tonight.