Page 48 of Double Dared
Taylor cut a piece of French toast and made the same gesture to me, watching me as I chewed it. “You know, nobody’s ever been like this with me.”
“What were they like?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Normal.” He winced at the word and smiled apologetically. “Boring in comparison, but standard. Polite. I didn’t realize this until now, but they were always so distant, all of them.”
“And you? What were you like?” I asked, moving my finger through the syrup on the plate between us. I lifted it and licked the syrup off the tip.
Taylor gave a lopsided grin at that. “Just as distant. Reserved, somehow. Like I didn’t want to be weird with them, or embarrassing, or I don’t know. I never thought you could be weird and embarrassing with someone and still feel so good.” He leaned a little closer to me, one arm resting on the dining table. “Iwant to be weird with you, Harrison. I don’t want this to be a onetime thing.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I wasn’t. I was. Maybe. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said.
He nodded slowly, taking my words for what they were. Not quite a confirmation, but it was the best I could do, and he respected it. “I’ve never been so…free.”
“People think sex is this sacred, secret thing. They don’t want to be silly. But I’ve never had serious sex that was even remotely good,” I said. “It’s not an academic conference. It’s a pleasure. And like all things in life, it’s best if you do what feels right, not what you think you should.”
“Fuck, you’re so smart,” Taylor said. “It turns me on.”
“Stay horny for me,” I said with a wink. “I’ll help you with it tonight if you want.”
Taylor’s eyes sparkled with mischievous interest, and he bit his lip, his big, beautiful teeth flashing in the morning sunlight. He would carry that thought for the rest of the day, and it did things to me that I didn’t know how to put into words.
So I kissed him, because that was the language I still remembered.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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The sun was wellabove the horizon and casting a lengthening shadow before me as I walked across campus and to the Bel House in Harrison’s clothes and with a small backpack stuffed with my dirty clothes.
On our lawn, Peanut was running back and forth, catching his favorite tennis ball, while Jason ran in the opposite direction, just as excited about the whole affair. They were still far in the distance when I slowed down to watch them.
The sight of Peanut filled me with warmth that was all too common when you earned a dog’s adoration and love. The sight of Jason did different things to me, of course. Shirtless and in his light gray sweatpants, wild curls adorning his head, football star’s physique and all, he was a good-looking guy. So I stood there and watched him, aware that I had slept with a man last night, and had every intention of sleeping withthat wonderful man as many times as he would want me.
Jason paused on the lawn, legs spread apart, arms rising high above his head. He was so unbothered, almost oblivious, that people never failed to turn their heads when they passed one of his shirtless exhibitions. He stretched his arms high and arched his back, and my gaze went down to his abs.
I cringed.
Something about looking at Jason was as wrong as it could be. I’d only done it because some part of me was still confused about Harrison and all that had gone down last night and this morning. Was I gay? Did good-looking guys do this to me all the time? Had I just been intentionally ignorant? But no. The thought of attraction clashed with the sight of Jason. It was like looking at a brother, and I wanted to gag.
Good. That made me happy.
Especially when I reverted my thoughts back to Harrison’s firm ass and his muscled arms and his thumb touching my hole. That turned me on as easily as anything.
Oddly relieved, I crossed the rest of the distance between me and the Bel House. Jason spotted me and grinned, tossing the ball at me instead of Peanut. I caught it easily.
“How’s that walk of shame going?” Jason asked.
I tossed the ball high above Peanut, who raced to the other end of the front lawn to catch it. “Not so much a walk of shame as a pride parade,” I said.
Jason’s eyes widened, mouth falling open. “You’re kidding me.”
I clicked my tongue. “Scored a big one last night.”
“You didn’t,” Jason said.
