Page 20 of Wild Stars (Rock His World #2)

CHAPTER 20

Mateo

This is a terrible idea.

A date.

With the man I haven’t been able to get out of my head since the other night.

Four days ago, I woke up in Dare Wylde’s bed, with our bodies entangled together, and I realized a startling revelation.

I was no longer falling in love.

I’d hit the pavement, with Dare.

And that was, at the time, something that terrified me.

It always starts with a kiss, and no matter how hard I fight love, I am its biggest fucking victim.

I switched for him, and the magnitude of that alone told me everything I needed to know.

And my first reaction had been to run.

Run far away from the sun because fire was catching.

I’d worried I’d fucked everything up.

And over the last few days, I thought a lot about what happened between us the other night.

But in all honesty, I know it wasn’t just the other night.

It was a multitude of little moments, ranging from irritating as fuck, to sweet as hell, and everything in between.

Somewhere in the middle of my bitterness, I found something delicious.

Something perfect.

I’d thought so much about what I wanted to say these last few days, but the moment I saw him, nothing came to mind.

Dare Wylde renders me speechless, it seems.

Then, he bravely stared me down this afternoon with his own brand of dominance and asked me on a fucking date, like we were two high schoolers and there was a dance on Friday night.

And like I had the other night, I gave in easily.

Too easily.

The moment I said yes, I knew exactly where I wanted to take him, and I knew exactly what I needed to do. What I needed to say, and exactly how to say it.

Dare approaches my car, hands in his pockets, looking as devilish as ever in his black jeans and a neon purple tank top.

“Sweet ride,” he says with a whistle as he approaches me.

I lean against my car, taking in the sight of the way his jeans hug the curve of his ass, stifling my own desire.

I need this night to go well.

I need him to understand how much he means to me.

I open the passenger door for him. “Get in.”

Dare rolls his eyes, “So fucking bossy.”

The tone in his voice is not angry or irritated by any means, and I don’t miss the way he grins, either.

The way he responds to my Dom voice is obvious, and I garner he may have some natural dominant tendencies of his own underlying, but is he truly capable of what I wish him to be?

Just because I want him to obey, doesn’t mean he will. That he will understand the depth of what being mine means.

But I know, as I look at him in my car, and we drive up the winding, dark road, that I want him to be.

I want Dare to be mine in every sense of the word.

“Should I be concerned, we haven’t seen a streetlight in like an hour,” he says, flashing me with a grin.

I focus my attention on the road.

“We are almost there,” I reply as the radio plays Geo’s newest single, Heaven Sent. His words about finding an angel are somehow soothing and irritating at the same time.

Dare leans over the console, his voice darkening. “Are you taking me to your Bat Cave?” he says with excitement.

It is my turn to roll my eyes and reconsider my plan.

Only for a moment, anyway.

“Something like that,” I respond as I make the turn down a dirt road, finally coming to a stop on the edge of a grassy knoll.

I shift the console up, giving us both a bit more range of motion as I change the station to something more ambient.

“Stay,” I order as I open my door.

Dare grunts out a petulant response, but it is barely audible.

I open the trunk, pulling out my blanket and a cooler full of drinks, and of course, some take out from Mila’s.

“Wow, what is this place?” he asks as I open his door, motioning for him to join me on the grass.

I waste no time rolling out the blanket across the ground, plopping the cooler down in the corner to hold it down.

“After you.” I motion for him to take a seat.

Dare chews on his bottom lip, but does as I say without too much of a fight.

I take my spot next to him, feeling more nervous than I have in a long time.

I’ve only been here, in this position, twice. Once with my high school boyfriend, Craig, and once with Edward, before we moved in together.

The levity of that fact is not lost on me as I watch Dare lean back on his elbows, looking up at the sky.

“It’s so... pretty,” he breathes out in awe, and I can’t stop looking at him.

At the way his dark hair falls over his shoulder, at the way his dark eyelashes frame his pale skin.

“Yes. You are,” I say like an absolute love struck idiot.

But it’s the damn truth.

Dare turns to look at me, and I cannot help myself as I reach out, and cupping my hand behind his head, I pull him toward me and bring his lips to mine.

He kisses me with ease, melting into my hold like butter on a hot skillet.

Gone are the words I wish to say.

The truth I need to tell.

Because when I pull Dare to the blanket with me, when he curls into my side as I point out stars, somehow everything seems right.

And I don’t want to ruin the moment with my truth.

I just want to hold his warm body a little longer.

And when he looms over top of me, pressing his warm lips to mine, I become one with the stars, myself.

Emotion clouds my judgment, making me hazy.

Dare pulls me close, leaning back so that he is beneath me. I can feel his hardness, and I respond to it with a groan as I pin him beneath me, relishing in the feeling.

His hands travel over my ass and he looks up at me with bright eyes, his skin flushed with heat, his lips swollen from my kisses.

God, he is a constellation all his own.

Dare licks his pouty lips as he breathes out the words that are my utter undoing.