Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(12)

“Have you ever had a threesome?”

What the hell kind of question was that?

“Hell no. Have you?”

“You haven’t asked me Truth or Dare yet.”

“Fine, Truth or Dare, Cora?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever had a threesome?”

With her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, she attempted to trap her laugh, shaking her head no.

I reached over, digging my fingers into her side. A loud giggle filled the cab. “Cannon, stop!” I dug some more, fueled by the sounds coming from her mouth.

I loved hearing her laugh.

“You did that on purpose you little shit.” I allowed her to wedge my hand away from her body, feeling the loss immediately. The need to touch her had grown stronger than ever.

“You cheat.” She smiled, tossing me a wink. “So is that a fantasy of yours? To have a threesome?” I asked her.

“No way. I’ve just…heard stuff.”

Shit, there’s no telling what she’d heard. When I first moved here I was not very discreet or choosy about who I f*cked. The shit in my head was much worse back then…back before I started f*cking Alexis on the regular and long before I’d became tight with Cora. Come to think of it, she’s the reason I stopped f*cking everything with a pulse. It was only then I began to care that I was actually alive.

“Like what?” I asked, my curiosity peeking.

She looked almost embarrassed to say. “I overheard Britany and Angie talking one night in the break room before my shift. I caught the ass end of their conversation, but it sounded like the three of you got…super freaky.”

I knew exactly what she was talking about. “Super freaky?” she shrugged. “I’d love to know what your version of super freaky is, Cora.”

She blushed and I wanted to pull over and kiss her right then. “They were fun but we didn’t get freaky. Did you catch the part where after we had one hell of an oral session, they both passed out on me?”

“That’s a negative and please, spare me the details.” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

“Whoa ho ho…you jealous?” I teased and the flash of green in her eyes gave her away.

“Nope.” she answered, popping the P.

Oh yeah, my girl was definitely jealous.

“Truth or Dare?” she asked.

“Dare.”

With a lip pinched between her teeth, she stared at the crotch of my jeans. “I dare you to show it to me.”

It took everything I could to keep it between the f*cking lines. “Show you what?”

“You know what.”

I blinked, wondering if we were talking about the same thing, knowing damn well we were. “You’re serious?”

She smiled with an enthusiastic nod. “Very.”

I reached down and adjusted myself, showing her exactly what she was asking for. Fuck, it turned me on she wanted to see it. She licked her lips and the motherf*cker in my jeans grew harder. I focused on the road, avoiding her obvious gaze. I was afraid if I looked at her I would go off like a damn rocket in my jeans. I stroked the strained denim, my foot falling a little heavier on the gas. My mind, which had been completely blown, spun. I felt hot.

Dizzy.

She’s straight whiskey no water, and f*ck me, I was getting drunker by the mile.

I collected enough breath to gather my bearings, otherwise I was going to end up jacking off right in front of her and put us in the f*cking ditch. A flick of the button, I drew down the zipper, the sound sharp and thick filling the silence with heated anticipation.

God help me, I’m going to f*cking die on the highway going seventy-five miles an hour with my dick in my hands.

I pulled myself free, wrapping my fingers tight and squeezing before giving it a few good tugs. A thick gasp of air escaped her lips and I found her eyes as wide as her mouth.

“So the rumors are true,” she said.

“Which ones?”

“Well, for one it’s big and two…didn’t that shit hurt?”

Thumbing the metal piercing the tip of my cock, I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Liar.” Her lips curled wickedly.

Her breath-taking smile warmed me in other places.

“I’d always wondered if it were true.”

“Now you know,” I said, tucking myself back in my briefs but not yet zipping up. I needed to focus.

Two white lines.

Tires eating up the black pavement.

Fucking Cora and her goddamn Truth or Dare.

A rest area came into view and I knew I couldn’t go one more mile in this condition.

When I swooped in and threw the truck in park. Cora looked around in confusion. “Cannon, what are we doing?”

I shifted in my seat, the need in my jeans becoming increasingly uncomfortable. “Truth or dare, Cora?”

She blinked swallowing hard and licking her lips. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.” Cora’s mouth gaped with a gasp of breath and that was it. When I brought her mouth to mine, that’s where I found it. Right there on her sweet f*cking lips. I’d had her every other way except for this way.

Her friendship, her trust, her love.

But not this.

This tasted of something much sweeter and a whole lot deeper. It tasted like…everything. Her small hands clasped at my neck, the pads of her fingers doing some serious damage to my self-control. They dug into my skin like a plea, like a prayer, begging me for things I couldn’t even name.