Page 33 of The Dare

“Aren’t you coming?” I ask and he cocks his brow again, sliding his eyes down to his still towering tent pole in his pants.

There’s a lot of questionable moisture too, on the outside as well as showing through from inside his pants.

“I’ll get changed, be out in a bit,” he tells me, stealing one last embrace and kiss before I go.

“Mine, remember?” he reminds me.

I nod so much I feel like my head’s about to fall off.

“Yours. Always.” I promise him, floating out of his suite and feeling like I’m hovering on air all the way to our own cabin down in cattle class.

Chapter Ten

Michael

If I hadn’t tasted her just now, hadn’t felt how hard she came for me. There’s no way I’d let her out of my sight.

But needs must, and apart from having an erection that could shatter diamonds, I need to change my pants and she needs to get to her mom.

I can taste her still as I undress, my cock bouncing stiffly out of my briefs up against the valleys and lines of my abs.

In the mirror on the back of the door, I can see the effect she has on me.

My cock unbelievably hard and a thick line of precome trailing from my swollen head are all symptoms of my new and favorite condition.

Natasha-itis.

I’m riddled with it, and the best part is I don’t want to be cured.

I’m happy to have this for the rest of my days.

Twisting my face in my reflection, I face a dilemma.

I need to nut so bad, I’m almost afraid to even touch my cock. It feels like a twitching grenade with the pin pulled. About to go off any second.

But no.

I have to save it for Natasha. For when I claim her properly. Fill her with our babies as well as the dick I know she’s craving as much as I’m driven to distraction wanting to give it to her.

I can feel the train still slowing, but my increasing desire for Natasha, to have her and keep her isn’t.

I don’t think it can now that I’ve felt her so close.

Tasted what I want every day from now on.

Her mom will be getting off the train and that only leaves us with Suzanna, her best friend.

And what about once the train stops for good, what then?

Then she’s coming with me. Going home with me when it’s time too.

The thought’s automatic for me, but it makes me realize I haven’t even asked Natasha what she’s doing once she gets home.

Whatshereally wants.

Whether or not she wants to just up and leave with an older man who was, up until a few hours ago, a total stranger.

I’m not gonna beat myself up over it. I’m not totally selfish in my plans because I just know somehow that Natasha would want to go where I go, do what I do from now on.