DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

When our eyes met, something sparked in hers, before
she blinked it away. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was
a little psychotic. Ah, life was never boring, when you had
Lila Garcia in your life.
“This is a good song,” Serena breathed in my ear. “Shall
we?”
She grasped my hand in hers and dragged us to the
middle of the room. We snaked through the warm and
sweaty bodies, finding an empty spot on the dance floor.
Serena was biting on her lip, giving me the fuck-me-now
look. Her hands landed on my chest, and she caressed me
through my shirt. Her thumb brushed over my nipple, and I
grasped her wrists, pulling her arms around my neck. This
was safe. Blondie pouted but, otherwise, went with the
flow.
My eyes found Lila, and she was glowering. Hmm. I see
you, Garcia.
As if she could read my mind, her face went hard, devoid
of any emotions.
Nicely played.
Gripping Serena’s hips, I pulled her closer to me, and we
moved to the rhythm of the song. The bodies around us
were practically dry humping each other on the dance floor.
The bar was dark enough that nobody seemed to care.
Keeping my eyes on Lila, I pressed a knee between
Blondie’s thighs, and she was practically grinding against
me. I jerked her hard into my body, and she took that as an
invitation. Her arms unfurled around my neck, and her
hands inched down to my abs.
We were close enough to where Lila was standing that I
saw her expression go from emotionless to sour and
pained.
I was just about to drop Blondie, enough of the stupid
games both Lila and I were playing, when my gaze zeroed
on…
Goddamn it!