Page 36 of The Dare

Her cheeks are shining with tears in the moonlight.

Tears I can’t change or the past that caused them. But tears I vow to myself that she’ll never have to cry again once she’s with me for good.

Forever.

“Just… Let’s get off these damn tracks,” I tell her firmly. Not wasting a moment just scooping her up in my arms.

It’s just safer and quicker this way.

Instead of heading back to the train, I take us beyond the steel tracks that stretch out to the horizon in each direction and make for an edge of woodland not too far ahead.

There’s the sound of the train’s horn blasting through the night. My own starting to rise up with the warm softness of her body pressed into mine.

The familiar intense arousal burrowing into her with each step as her tears and annoyance gives way to needing to be close to me.

I cradle her as I walk, gravel crunching under my feet. Glad when I feel her hands on my chest. Her cheek resting against me as she sniffs quietly.

Better now.

“What if we miss the train?” she murmurs, almost looking up but thinking better of it.

I shrug, knowing she can feel that too.

“Dunno,” I remark. “Got what I came for,” I say. Feeling like the caveman in me has finally been released.

I’m not quite dragging her off by her hair after clubbing her. That is prehistoric.

But picking her up and just carrying her away. It feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Almost as natural as burying my face between her thighs.

The thighs I squeeze as I walk, looking down at her finally clear of the tracks.

Smiling to myself when I see her eyes are closed, an almost sleeping smile on her lips.

And only three more words I think I ever want to say to her catapulting to the front of my mind.

Don’t.

It’s way too early for that.

I want to say it. I do. But I don’t even know how to say those words.

Never heard them myself, not growing up or as an adult. And definitely never said them to anyone.

But I do.

I...

I can feel myself falling for her harder than anything or anyone in my life, that’s for sure.

Chapter Eleven

Natasha

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to just how strong Michael is.

I’m still getting used to his sheer size, but when he picks me up, it’s like he doesn’t even use any strength.