17. Chapter 17

Truth or Dare has been going on for what feels like forever. Luckily, I haven't been subjected to anything too crazy. This game seems to be a passive-aggressive way for the girls to work out their shit and for the guys to make the girls do slutty things. All I have to say is that Madeline is a real bitch. I'm waiting for Brynn to leap across the table and punch her.

A new, upbeat song starts playing on someone's phone. Brynn's body starts moving to the beat against my lap. Christ, it feels good. My feelings are getting harder and harder to hide. And speaking of harder, my dick is twitching, appreciating the attention Brynn is unknowingly giving it.

Settle down, man.

The beat drops and Brynn starts to really get into the song. Her pussy is hovering right above my dick.

I wrap my arms around her middle, pulling her back against my chest.

Leaning into her, I whisper into her ear, "Wilder, if you don't stop moving that fine ass on my dick, I'm going to need a change of pants."

Her breath stutters and her face blushes. Making her blush is my new favorite thing. I love watching her cheeks tinge pink. She shuffles to the side, her body seated on my leg and not so much in my lap. Then she looks at my crotch, and slowly brings her gaze back up to meet my eyes. Her blue eyes start to take on a navy shade as a blush highlights her cheeks again.

"Oh god, sorry about that. I didn't realize—"

"It's fine," I interrupt. "I didn't say I minded, just wanted to let you know that either I'm going to embarrass myself or we need to find a closet."

She gasps, "Quinton?!"

"Um excuse me?" Madeline interrupts our thought. "You two need a minute to bang or are you ready to play?"

Have I mentioned how much I dislike this chick? The pink color spreads from Brynn's cheeks to her neck. Before turning her face to Madeline, her eyes shooting daggers. Seriously, if looks could kill, Madeline would've been dead now ten times.

"I asked Quinton Truth or Dare," Madeline repeats the question I never heard, too busy watching Brynn's body twerk in my lap.

"Dare," I answer, just as an evil smile takes over Madeline's fake as fuck face.

She looks between me and Brynn.

"Perfect. Quinton, I dare you to make out with Brynn. Right here. In front of all of us."

My hands tighten against Brynn's hips as her body tenses. I can do this, kissing Brynn isn't going to be a problem. The problem is does she want me to? And what's going to happen with my feelings once my lips meet hers?

"I didn't peg you for a voyeur Madeline. What's the matter, can't get anyone to kiss your giant lips, you need to watch others?" Brynn snaps at Madeline.

"I can get plenty, isn't that right, Trist," she purrs at Tristan, while I internally gag.

Moving my hands from Brynn's hips, I move her so that she's closer to me. Brynn places her hands on my shoulder while I rub my thumb against the skin on her thigh. She watches me brush my thumb against her before slowly dragging her eyes up to meet mine.

"We don't have to do this, Q," she whispers, and I smile at her, licking my lips. "If you don't want to take the shot, I will."

Keeping my left arm wrapped around her waist, I bring my right hand up to her neck. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I brush my thumb against her cheek, watching that pink blush spread over her body that I crave so much. She closes her eyes as I bend toward her, brushing my lips gently against hers.

Electric shock.

Fireworks.

An explosion racks through my body.

And from the gasp Brynn lets out, she felt it too. Taking advantage of her gasp, I slide my tongue inside her mouth. Tasting her. Battling against her tongue. Savoring the way her mouth feels against mine. My grip tightens against her as her hands travel from my shoulders to the back of my head, pulling me closer and letting out a moan. Her moan spurs me on and our tongues tangle with each other. Her hips grind against me, and my dick is hard as steel.

Cheers erupt around us, causing Brynn to pull away. She's flushed, her chest heaving. It's at that moment that I realize how fucked I am. I'm falling for my best friend.

Lying in the guest bedroom, I'm replaying the events of the night. That kiss is burned in my brain. And the way Brynn's legs looked in that dress. Goddamn. I knew she had great legs. But tonight, in that dress with those heels. I think I died and went to heaven.

Things were a little awkward between Brynn and me on the ride home. She bolted off to her room as soon as we got back to the house with an excuse that she was tired. Tired my ass. I was dying to get out of my suit. After changing into a pair of sweats, I make sure that all of my bags are packed for our morning flight, leaving out my morning essentials and a travel outfit. And after thirty minutes of no Brynn, I threw off my undershirt and climbed into bed, scrolling ESPN on my phone.

The highlights are playing from the day's games when my phone chimes in my hand.

I don't bother with any other responses. I'm so over her treating Brynn the way she does. She acts like every girl is bad news unless she hand-picks her for me. I don't want some little submissive housewife. I want a girl with a wild side, who doesn't take shit from anyone. Who makes me laugh until my sides hurt, who pushes me to be the best. I want a girl who looks good on my arm, but still has a mind of her own.

And with that thought, I just described Brinley Wilder.

Why is she avoiding me? Did she not want me to kiss her? Running my hand down my head, I squeeze my neck as a frustrated sigh leaves my lips.

Closing out the ESPN app, I set my alarm for four thirty, rolling over to try and get some sleep. With my back to the door, I'm almost asleep when I hear the door click open. Knowing it's Brynn, I don't make any movement, waiting to see what she does. She stands there, staring at me. I can feel her eyes scanning over my naked back. I can just imagine her twisting her hands together while chewing on her lower lip as she runs through a million thoughts in her head.

"You're thinking is keeping me awake," I finally say, breaking the silence.

She lets out a gasp. "I thought you were asleep."

"That's a little creepy," I murmur. Rolling over, I sit up against the headboard. "No, Wilder, I was waiting to see if you were going to stop hiding."

"Pssh, I wasn't hiding," she says, knowing full well we both know that she was, indeed hiding. "We kissed tonight, Quinton."

"Yeah, Wilder, we did. I can't get that damn kiss out of my mind."

She slowly places one foot in front of the other, erasing the space between us. I sit up and grab her hand, pulling her toward me. Her body flails across mine, landing on the bed. A breathy gasp leaves her lips. I chuckle at the shocked expression that takes over her face. Her body rests against mine and I slowly bring my hand up to brush away the loose tendrils of hair that's covering her face.

"Quinton, wh-wh-what are you doing?" she stammers, her eyes bouncing between mine.

I watch her eyes, before bringing my forehead to hers.

"I don't know, Brynn. I don't want to think, I just want to do what feels right."

Without hesitation, Brynn brings her mouth to mine. I open for her, letting her slip her tongue into my mouth. Pulling her body as close to mine as I can, I move us so that we are both lying on our sides. Our hands slide up and down each other's bodies.

Touching. Exploring. Allowing ourselves the freedom to touch each other.

My hand skates her hip, slipping under her oversized shirt. My hand continues grazing her skin until I hit her hip, it's at that moment I realize she's not wearing any pants. I groan.

"Fuck, Brynn. Where are your pants?"

"I hate sleeping in them."

Moving my hand from her hip, down her thigh, and toward her center, my finger grazes the apex of her thighs. It's there I feel the moisture pooling in the center of her panties. All of that is for me. She"s wet for me. Another groan slips free as our tongues collide and duel against each other. My cock is throbbing. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I'd be lying in bed with Brinley Wilder, tongues battling like there's no tomorrow.

She moans against my lips as my fingers rub against her center. I pull back with much reluctance. We are panting, out of breath, chests rapidly rising and falling.

"Brynn. Brynn. What are we doing?"

She rubs her hand over my chest, skating her finger across my chest.

"Not thinking, just doing."

And in the next moment, she's flinging her leg over my waist, pushing me down onto my back. Her pussy hovers over my dick that's straining against my sweatpants, begging to be released. My mind is focusing on how soaked she is, and the only thing separating us is a tiny scrap of fabric.

She rests her arms on my chest, tracing the lines of the eagle tattoo. Slowly, she brings her lips down to mine. Her tongue runs against my bottom lip, coaxing me to open. And I do. Our tongues tangle, and I devour her taste.

Gripping the back of her head, my opposite hand grips her hip before flipping us so that her back is pressed into the mattress, my body resting on top of her, my bent arms keeping my weight from crushing her. Biting and licking soothing kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, I allow my hands to wander over every curve. Slipping my hands under her shirt, I slowly peel it away from her body. Lifting it until her arms are almost free. She keeps her arms stretched above her head with her shirt tangled against her hands. Finding her smooth skin again, I continue my assault down her body, trailing nips and licks until my chin is resting on her pussy. Groaning against her wet heat, my fingers trace the edges of her lace panties before I'm ripping the thin material from her body.

She gasps. "Quinton!"

My response comes without words. Eyes finding hers, she watches as I dive down, planting a kiss at her center. A moan escapes her lips as I swirl my tongue in a figure eight against her bud. Her body is writhing beneath me, but I don't stop tasting her. I can't stop. Sampling her sweet pussy has me reacting like a man starved.

Running my finger through her slit, I slip a digit inside her. Watching her reaction, I see the moment she's close. Her eyes snap shut and my finger slides out.

"Wh-wh-what the fuck?"

I watch her heaving chest before answering. "Eyes open, Wilder."

She nods her head, my mouth lowering to cover her pussy. This time I slide two fingers inside her. Pumping in and out, in and out. Tongue lapping up her sweet taste. Brynn's arms are still tangled in her shirt, resting above her head. Taking the hand that isn't pumping inside her, I reach up, tweaking her nipple in between my fingers. Twisting, flicking, and pulling while lapping and pumping inside her. I feel her walls tighten against my fingers.

"Oh, oh, oh god, Quinton," she screams, body coming off the bed as her climax erupts.

Sliding my fingers from her, I give her one last lick from top to center. Sitting up on my knees, I bring my fingers to my mouth, cleaning them off. Enjoying one last taste of Brynn.

"Holy fuck, Wilder."

Brynn moves her hands around and pulls them out of her tangled shirt. She could've easily done it earlier, but I think she enjoyed not being able to move her arms. Freeing her arms, they find the back of my neck. She's pulling my mouth to hers, tasting herself on my lips. Moaning, she slides her tongue inside me and laves at my mouth before pulling away with a quick peck.

"Does my dirty girl like tasting herself on me?"

Nodding her head, she reaches down, and grabs hold of my throbbing cock.

Batting her hands away, I shake my head. "Not tonight. Tonight was about you." With one last peck, I bring myself down on the bed next to her.

"Can I stay here tonight?" she asks sheepishly.

"Hell yeah, you can."

Brynn relaxes, moving back until her back is flush with my front. She wriggles around until she gets comfortable, which seems impossible with my dick rock hard and poking her in the back. Once she gets comfortable, I toss the covers over us, wrapping my arms around her.

"Are you sure I can't take care of your situation?" she asks, rocking against my cock.

"Maybe another time," I answer, squeezing her even closer. "Tonight I wanted to make you feel good."

She doesn't say anything after that. Both of us lie in silence. It's not long before I feel her drift off, her soft snores surrounding us.

Tonight I'm falling asleep with my girl in my arms and a smile on my face.