Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(47)

The smell of him surrounds me like a cloak. I sneak in a second sniff, only to be met with Cal’s narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“Get inside. Now.”

I must not move fast enough for Cal because he smacks my ass, making the skin sting with the imprint of his palm.

I pause my ascent up the small hill. “What the hell was that for?”

“I just felt like it.”

“You just felt like smacking my ass?” I lift the hoodie to assess a red outline of Cal’s palm on my left butt cheek.

His eyes darken. “Want me to match the other one?”

“No!” My heart calls me out on the lie, the beats growing fast at the idea of Cal following through on his offer. We never explored anything like that in the past, but the idea excites me.

Would he be the type to smack my ass until I can’t sit right for a week or would he be the kind to take his time— Alana Valentina Castillo!

The fantasy shimmers away, although the lingering effects of arousal remain.

I don’t even notice Cal dragging me inside until I’m standing in front of him, with my back pressed against the door and his arms caging me. He leans in closer, making my heart go wild in my chest.

If I stood on the tips of my toes, our lips would touch. They part at the idea.

His gaze drops to my mouth before snapping back to my eyes. “What were you thinking going out dressed like that?”

“I needed to save the dock.”

“Save the dock? It was falling apart.”

“But…” My shoulders slump. “There was a special plank.”

His eyes turn big and round as he processes what I said. “You went out for that?”

So, he does remember.

How could he not? It was the start of everything.



Cal and I were having a good day hanging out by the lake until I ruined it by opening my big mouth about the date I have tonight with Johnny Westbrook, Wisteria High’s star running back.

Cal’s sharp jaw tenses. Ever since he came back to the lake for the summer before his sophomore year of college, things have been different. He is different. I’m not sure what happened during his freshman year, but he no longer looks like the kid I grew up with. The bones of his face are more defined, and his muscles are larger than before, making his T-shirt look too small.

This is Cal. Your best friend. I repeat the same mantra as always, yet it doesn’t hit the same today. Maybe it has something to do with the way the lake reflects off his eyes or how he smiles whenever I laugh at something he says.

“You’re really going to let him kiss you tonight?” His question comes out accusatory.

“So what if I am? I’m almost seventeen years old.” Everyone else in my grade has been kissed while I’m just biding my time until I collect a herd of cats and call it a life.

“Wasn’t he the same kid who used to shove straws up his nose and pretend to be a walrus?”

I glare at him. “He was six.” And now the memory will live on in my brain forever.

Dammit, Cal. I bet he did that on purpose.

His hands clench by his sides. “Cancel your plans and let’s hang out instead.”

“What? No!”

“Why not? We can order pizza too. I’m even willing to get all those gross toppings you like.”

I consider it for two seconds before shaking my head. “Tempting but no.”

“You’re really that interested in going on a date with him?”

“I am now that you’re so against it.” I cross my arms against my chest, which only makes my boobs pop out even more. His gaze flicks quickly over my body.

All it takes is one single glance for my stomach muscles to tighten.

He looks away when our eyes connect. “Real mature.”

“If you have something to say, then spit it out.”

He doesn’t even pause before saying, “I dare you to kiss me.”

I blink twice before my lips start working. “What?”

“You heard me. I dare you to kiss me.” He pulls out his Swiss Army knife from his back pocket and draws a single strike diagonally across the four other vertical lines beneath the letter L that he carved into the plank years ago. Compared to the now five strikes underneath the L, his side has at least ten more, each carrying a fond memory of something I dared him to do.

My hands tremble against my lap. “Are you serious?”

“As serious as you are about going on this date.”

“But—”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” he taunts with a smirk.

“I’m not scared.” I’m just…shocked. Cal has always kept things platonic between us.

It’s a kiss, not a proposal. Stop making such a big deal out of it.

“Fine.” I close my eyes and lean forward. My mouth softly brushes against his before I pull away. The kiss ended as quickly as it started, but my lips still tingle from the press of his against mine.

His eyes narrow. “Is that how you plan on kissing him?”

My cheeks heat, embarrassment quickly burning into anger. “What’s wrong with how—”

I’m cut off by his lips slamming against mine. The air between us crackles, sparks flying as our mouths mold together.