Page 147 of I Dare You
She moans into my mouth, her body shuddering as she comes.As Kit begins playing with my clit, I explode soon after.
I ride Kit hard and fast, my hands on his chest.With his hands on my hips, he rocks me back and forth recklessly before he comes with a low, sexy growl.
I collapse onto his chest, our hearts beating as one.
He draws me into his right arm while Jupiter snuggles into his left.And with that, we fall asleep, sated and loved.
This is it.
This is where it ends.
Jupiter and I stand outside Jack’s door.The gate code hasn’t changed since he last brought me here, so it was easy to get in.
There are no cars outside.
The lights are on.
Before we left Kit’s, Jupiter gave him just enough sleeping tablets to knock him out for a few hours.They spoke over a cup of coffee, coffee that was laced, before she came into my room.
So he knew she was in there.That makes me feel okay with what we did.
But those thoughts are set aside as Jupiter passes me a black wig.
I run my fingers through the coarse hair, memories surfacing.
We both put on our wigs, feeling complete.
I nod at Jupiter, who rings the doorbell.
Jack won’t be expecting anyone, but he will wonder who’s at his door at two in the morning.I hide in the shadows, waiting to strike.
His footsteps echo, and the front door swings open.
“How’d you get in?”he says with a slur.
He’s drunk.
This just gets easier.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but my car broke down.Can I use your phone?”Jupiter puts on her most innocent voice, and in her revealing white dress, Jack doesn’t stand a chance.
“Of course, sweetheart.Sorry for being rude.”The fact he’s being so hospitable has me thinking he probably thinks she’s a grieving gift one of his buddies sent.
“Oh, that’s okay, mister.”She steps aside, only for me to step in front of her and punch Jack straight in the nose.
He staggers, taken aback by the attack.
But Jupiter and I don’t give him time to recover as we storm into the house, Jupiter locking the door behind her.
Jack is in blue silk pajamas, a robe, and slippers.
Rich boy clichéd much?
The sight only infuriates me further.
Jupiter and I attack him just as he did to me, using the memory to fuel this fire within me.We come at him from every side, hitting, punching, kicking, and biting.We’re a flurry of violence, a force too powerful for him to fight off.
He bumps into a side table, a vase shattering to the floor.I pick up a shard of glass and slice it across his cheek.
