A Tempting Dare Read Free

sound. “You know mom and dad live for this day. And if you want to finally win the trophy from me”—he paused to drive his thumb into his chest—“the current Quinn family reigning games champion, then you have to play along.”
    The competitiveness in him came out. “Yeah, well you can kiss the championship good-bye this year. It’s mine.”
    A group of kids and adults were gathered in the gardens, each taking up position on either side of the rope. The noise level reached an all new high as everyone laughed and goaded the members on the opposite team.
    “You’re going down, Danny,” a pubescent Jesse screamed as he flexed his barely-there biceps.
    “Sebastian, over here,” young cousin Andrew called out.
    Sebastian stepped in behind Andrew, taking up the anchor position, while Danny joined the opposite team, stepping into the same spot. 
    “I think we can take them this year,” Andrew said.
    Sebastian grinned at the boy. “We got this, kid.” He gathered the rope in his hands and waited for Tristan Quinn to blow the starting whistle.
    “Oh, wait for me,” a female voice called out.
    Kat slid between him and cousin Andrew and Sebastian eyed the back of her head.  Since when did Kat get involved in tug-of-war? She wiggled a little and wrapped her hand around the rope. Her sweet ass brushed up against his groin as the floral scent of her shampoo reached his nostrils. He breathed her in and struggled to keep his shit together, but there was nothing he could do to keep his cock from rising to the occasion. Awesome. Just fucking awesome. He inched back, needing to put a measure of distance between them, but she followed him step for step.
    She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Am I holding this right?” she asked, running her hands along the rope in a manner that mimicked a hand job. What the fuck? His cock swelled. Down boy. Kat wiggled against him again, and he nearly bit off his tongue. Okay, time to get his shit together and figure out what she was up to.   
    He cleared his throat. “What are you doing, Kat?”
    “Just trying to get into position.”
    If she kept wiggling her ass at him, he’d be getting her into position, all right. And that position would be her bent over the mattress, and him pounding into her.
    Fuck me.
    The whistle blew and he planted his feet, but how the fuck was he supposed to concentrate with Kat pressing up against him? He tugged, and the other team answered with a hard pull of their own. His team reared back, and they gained a few inches of ground. Cheers erupted, but the only sound he could focus on was the sexy, little whimpering noise coming from Kat.
    She angled her head, and that pouty, little mouth of hers puckered as she said, “Harder, Sebastian.”
    Oh, fuck. What he’d do to pull those words from her in the bedroom. He briefly pinched his eyes shut, and his thoughts wandered.
    Don’t imagine it. Don’t imagine it.
    He imagined it.
    Completely thrown off his game, he slipped, dragging his entire team down with him. Kat fell backward and landed firmly on his stiff cock. She squirmed, giving him a good hard rub.
    Sweet mother of God.
    His hands went to her shoulders. But did he help her up or push her off? Hell no! Instead, he pressed down on her, fucking dry-humping her in the middle of the gardens for all to see. One working brain cell screamed at him. He groaned and quickly let her go. She rolled to face him, and her lush breasts pushed against his erection as she firmly planted herself between his legs.
    “Are you okay?” she asked.
    “Yeah,” he moaned, sure he would never be okay again. “You?”
    She touched her shoulder, and those sweet breasts jiggled. “I’m not sure. I think I might have pulled something. I’m a little sore.”
    “Maybe you could get Danny to check that out for you.” Christ, was that his voice?
    “Maybe,” she said, but he didn’t like the mischievous look that came over her face. He had no idea what she was up to,