Don't You Dare (Reckless Games #1)

by C.E. Ricci

True love exists in moments stumbled upon by accident… — Atticus

“You’re kidding, right? No one drives my baby.” Cue an eye roll. “Okay, Dean,” I say, my tone laced with sarcasm.

But that’s our dynamic—complete opposites—and has been for as long as I can remember. Ever since our dads died in a car accident right before we turned eight.

A deadly smirk sits on his lips when he says, “I dare you to think of me when you fuck her tonight.”

Nicotine might be my vice of choice, but that’s all changing with his lips on mine. Barely a goddamn taste of him has me reeling, ready to trade my soul for more.

Pen’s always been fit, despite not being an athlete like me. His daily runs and our hiking trips take care of keeping him lean, along with the few days he goes to the gym to keep his muscles toned and sculpted. And his pale skin makes him look like a marble statue of some sinfully beautiful god. With the dark hair, bad-boy aura, and wicked gleam in his eyes, I wouldn’t say anyone but Hades. And I’m more than happy to let him drag me to Hell.

“I’m not just talking about your cock, Kee,” I growl out the words. “I’m going to lick every inch of your body before fucking you so hard, you have no choice but to remember what I’m about to tell you. No option but to hear me when I say this.” I lick my lips and lower my voice, my eyes locked on the hand still wrapped around his cock. “You. Are. Mine. You belong to me and me alone.”

“Hey, Kee?” “Yeah?” “I missed you.” My stupid heart squeezes. “I missed you too, Pen.”

He’s so fucking…beautiful. So brave and caring, and all I can think while our eyes lock is mine. He’s mine, from this day on.

“At the risk of sounding completely fucking corny or like a total sap, I’m happiest when you’re happy, Kee. It’s always been that way, always will be.”

“Well, in the words of the great Olaf? Some people are worth melting for.”

“I want you. So much, I can’t think. Can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but want you.” And I do. In every sense of the word, I want him. Need him. Crave him. Every piece of who he is, I want to claim as mine.

“You wanna be owned, huh, Kee?” he pants, grabbing my hips and dragging me back onto his cock. “Is this what you want?” “Yes,” I whisper, caught between the truth and a lie. Because I don’t want him to own my body alone. I want him to take my heart and soul too. Everything I have to give, I want him to own. Make his and protect it. Cherish it.

“There are far worse things in the world than falling in love, Aspen. No matter who it’s with.”

“I dare you to let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. Wholly. Completely. And out in the open, where the world can see.” My throat constricts around the words, but I continue to push them out anyway. “I love you. I’m so stupidly in love with you. And I dare you to love me too.”