Page 41 of Dare Not
“I don’t need to talk about it,” I replied, standing up and grabbing her hand. “It’s not the most romantic of locations, and I really hope Arsène doesn’t know what we’re about to do to his boat.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re right. This is so inappropriate—”
“Just so we’re clear, I don’t really care about that at all,” I laughed, pushing open the door to the cabin. “If he does realize, I’ll just have Riot run interference so you don’t have to deal with the awkwardness.”
Bullet was awake, watching us closely from the bed, dimly lit by the flashlight. He caught my eye and grinned. “Is it time? Is it happening? Want me to close my eyes? I can be real quiet.”
I snorted, letting Grace decide. I didn’t really care if Bullet was in the room or not. As a Philotes, albeit a bad one, I was basically built for fucking—with or without an audience.
I sat on the very edge of the mattress, kicking the door shut and pulling Grace down to straddle me. She scanned my face, bracing her hands against my chest, searching for some kind of reaction. “I’m used to having my bonded in the room.”
The admission made her blush so pretty, and I tugged her further up my lap so she could hide her face in the crook of my neck. The move put her directly over my dick, and she sucked in a tiny breath at the contact, but didn’t move away.
“I don’t mind putting on a show, Grace,” I teased, trailing my fingers up and down the notches of her spine. “Maybe I can teach him a thing or two.”
Bullet laughed, more carefree than I’d heard him since I arrived here. Had Grace really saved him from the Oneiroi curse? Was that why he was so relaxed? It seemed too good to be true.
What did that mean for our deal?
I was still going to stick to the terms. If Bullet went to the underworld before we were old and gray, I was going to drag him back.
“If you think that’s going to hurt my ego, you couldn’t be more wrong,” Bullet told me. “When it comes to pleasing my Amazing Grace, I’m a dedicated student.”
There was the faintest brush of Grace’s pleasure at that pronouncement, and it only urged me to reach harder for the bond. I wanted to know every little thing that went through her head, to know when she was feeling anything less than perfectly happy so I could make her smile, to know when she felt even the slightest bit needy so I could satisfy her.
I’d promised Bullet I’d make her laugh every day, and I was going to be good to my word, no matter how hard things got.
“Are you sure, Dare? I know we haven’t known each other very long,” Grace whispered. “And maybe I’m a little bit motivated by fear, which isn’t the best reasoning—”
“It’s okay, Grace,” I assured her, sliding my hands over her hips to grip her thighs. “Life is scary right now. Maybe we do things that we wouldn’t normally do, rush decisions we wouldn’t normally rush.” Bullet’s pale, still form this morning flashed through my mind, the image burned in my memory forever. “You have no idea how much I want this, howlongI’ve wanted this. I swear, Onyx used to send me those photos of your pretty smiles at Underworld just to torture me.”
Shit, I totally lost that bet with Onyx.She’d been so adamant Grace was mine that she’d made me wager a free giant back tattoo on it.
“That’s why she was always taking pictures of me?” Grace laughed, blinking in surprise. “Honestly, I should have questioned it more, but Riot seemed comfortable with it so I trusted she wasn’t doing anything nefarious.”
“Just tormenting me,” I replied drily, absently massaging her thighs for a moment before I realized how handsy I was being and resting my palms more respectably on her knees. I needed to remember that Grace was an agathos, and even with the whole multi-partner setup, I was pretty sure sex had been a whole new concept when she met Riot, not all that long ago.
“You can touch me,” Grace encouraged with a shy smile, gently gripping my wrists and encouraging my hands higher again. “I’m yours, and you’re mine, Dare. You can touch me whenever you want.”
“Mm, andwhereverI want?” I teased, pushing the fabric of her dress up so I could rub circles into the silky skin of her inner thighs with my thumbs.
“That too,” Grace whispered, leaning forward to unbutton the old-man linen shirt I was wearing, eyes tracing the ink on my chest as she exposed it. Bullet kept quiet in the corner, giving us this moment that felt like it was just us, and I appreciated him for it. “You know, when I’m around you, I feel so…”
She bit her lip, deliberating.
“Horny?” I suggested, lightly tracing Grace’s waist over her dress, my thumbs brushing against the undersides of her breasts. “Philotes tend to have that effect on people.”
She shuddered slightly, arching into my touch. Between my desire and Grace’s, as well as the not-insignificant amount coming from Bullet, my inner daimon was definitely coming out to play. My dick was harder than steel, and would stay hard for as long as Grace needed me, no matter how many times I came. I shifted my hips restlessly, offering her a little friction while trying to keep myself under control.
“It’s more than that,” Grace rasped, taking us both by surprise as she ground down hard on my cock. “You make me feelsensual, confident. Like some kind of sex goddess that I definitely am not.”
“We can agree to disagree on that. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. You can… you know.”
“Come in this sweet pussy?” I teased, all but dry humping her, my control rapidly slipping. “I don’t know if I’d be able to stop myself, Grace. If you take this cock bare, you’re getting all my cum with it.”
She made a delightfully strangled noise that went straight to my dick, and I patted her softly on the ass. “Panties off. Let me see what’s mine.”
