Page 61 of Dare You to See Me

King!

I have to end things with him. It’s not a relationship, but it certainly isn’t innocent. That’s not the kind of relationship that will satisfy me. Seeing but never truly being able to touch. Nothing can compare to the real thing.

And I have an intense feeling that nothing, or no one, will ever compare to Malik.

TWENTY-SIX

MALIK

I follow closely behind Soleil,my helmet in hand, as we walk to her front door. Though she screamed for much of it, she really enjoyed the ride. A few more times out on it and she’ll be begging to learn to ride.

She stops at the door then turns with a worried look in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot my key. We left in such a hurry that I didn’t even grab my keys or wallet.” She sighs and her body goes lax.

“You don’t have a hidden key or maybe a neighbor who has one?” I smooth my fingers across her jaw.

“Oh gosh. I’m so stupid.” She rolls her eyes with a small shake of her head. “I forgot that I have a hidden key. Back home, mom and George always had an extra set. Plus…Gene.”

She bends down and grabs what looks like a painted rock sitting in a flower pot next to the door. Turning it over, she pops off the bottom and in it sits a key.

I touch her waist and run my nose up the column of her neck as she tries to unlock the door.

“Do you think Kyle and Dahlia will be home soon?” My tongue flicks her earlobe and she shivers.

“I-I don’t know,” she breathes.

I wrap my arm around her, spreading my fingers across her stomach. Her head falls back against my shoulder and she presses her ass into my hardening dick.

“Mmm. Doll face, you’re going the right way for a hard fuck. Unless you want Dahlia to come home and find me buried between your legs, I’d stop with the tease right now.” I hear a loud gulp, then she slowly pulls away.

I take her chin in my hand, turning her head over her shoulder, and crush my lips to hers, She moans and pushes back once more.

A smile stretches across my face. “You’re playing with fire, Soleil.”

“I’m not afraid. I like it hot. The hotter the better.”

There’s my Sunny Girl.

I growl and thrust against her. My hand crawls its way up, gliding over her ribs, and if I simply lift her shirt, I can easily–

“Hellooo.” A voice pierces the air and bursts our bubble, throwing ice on our heated moment.

Soleil throws the door open and nudges me back so hard that I stumble and nearly fall over my own feet. She quickly rights herself and spins, plastering on a smile to greet Kyle and Dahlia who come walking up the sidewalk.

“Mr. Dare!” Dahlia runs up the three steps to the porch and jumps at me. “Did you miss me?”

I pick her up as she squeezes my neck. “Sure did. You’re my favorite student. But also, I came to bring your mom a present.”

“I got her one, too!” She holds up the yellow polka dot gift bag with a proud smile.

“Why don’t I let you all celebrate? I need to get home and grade some papers.” I set Dahlia on her feet and she pouts.

“Can’t you stay? We’re gonna have cake and watch Mommy’s favorite movie. Pleeease Mr. Dare?” She folds her fingers together as best as she can with her bag still hanging in them and pleads.

“Dahlia. Mr. Dare said he has things to do. Don’t act like that.” Dahlia’s face falls as does mine.