I Dare You Read online Lylah James (Truth And Dare Duet #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Truth And Dare Duet Series by Lylah James
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“Hmm. Let me think about this. I want a wedding dress. I want to walk down the aisle. I want a first dance.” I glanced down at my watch, giving it a thoughtful look. “So, if you can manage to make all of that happen in less than twelve hours, I’ll marry you today. Before the clock strikes midnight. And if you can make it happen, I’ll let you take my ass on our wedding night, as a reward.”

“Done,” he said way too quickly.

“What?” I screeched. Maddox jumped off the hood of his car and sauntered backward, giving me a wicked grin.

“Never underestimate a man who wants anal on his wedding night.”

“Oh my God! Come back here, Maddox! I was joking!”

He tsked. “Nah. The moment you started talking about your ass, I wasn’t joking anymore.”

I gaped at him, not moving. “Get in the car, little dragon. By the end of today, you’re going to be my wife… and yes, I’m fucking your ass. Done deal.”

A laugh bubbled from my chest. I jumped off the hood, grabbed the now useless map and got in the car with him.

Life was never boring with Maddox Coulter.

I made it happen.

Six hours later, we had the Coulter’s backyard decorated, fit for a small wedding.

Lila had her dress. And the aisle she wanted. Our families and friends were here. Everything was just as she had dreamed this day to be.

I swore my mother was going to beat me when I told her she had less than five hours to prepare for my wedding. Savannah Coulter glared, huffed, puffed… and then whipped out her magic wand (her cellphone), cast some spells (made some arrangements with the people she knew) and made it happen. Magic.

Colton slapped me on the back. He was my best man, of course. “Nervous?”

I shook my head. Not one bit.

The piano began to play. I sucked in a deep breath and tugged at my tie. Riley walked down the aisle first, in a purple dress. She was Lila’s maid of honor. She winked at me and sent a sheepish smile at Colton.

But then I forgot how to breathe when Lila appeared at the end of the aisle, holding onto her grandfather’s arm. Her sleeveless wedding dress molded her every curve. Silk and pretty. Simple and elegant. I knew the dress was backless, because she teased me with it fifteen minutes before our wedding.

Yes, I sneaked into her room, while she was waiting. And the things we did… well, there was nothing holy about it.

Our eyes met.

Time stilled.

A second lasted longer.

She walked down the aisle, and we shared a secret smile.

My heart thudded against my rib cage, when her pops put her hand in mine. “Cherish her,” he muttered, tears in his eyes.

“I will,” I vowed.

I gripped her hand in mine, and Lila gifted me with a smile that completely stole my breath away.

The minister began the ceremony, but all I could focus on was…

Her brown eyes.

Her full, smiling lips.

Our dreamcatcher, settled perfectly in the middle of her chest.

And the fact that, right now, hidden under her dress, my cum had probably drenched her panties and was leaking down her thighs.

Lila winked, as if she could read my mind.

And I was thrown back six years ago.

This was the girl I bumped into at the coffee shop of Berkshire’s Academy.

She spilled her cold latte on me and then mouthed off to me. Fierce and sassy.

The beginning.

And the end.

Seven years later

I woke up with a cramp in my lower back. Rolling over onto my side, I tried to find a comfortable position, but it was almost impossible. My arm stretched out, seeking Maddox’s warmth, only to find it missing. Oh, so he was awake then.

I closed my eyes, wishing I’d fall back asleep quickly. Ten more minutes, I silently begged, Just ten more minutes. But a loud crash had me completely awake. Well, shit. It looked like no more sleep for me.

With a groan, I got off the bed. After brushing my teeth and relieving myself, I went downstairs to hunt for my husband.

I found him in our kitchen.

He wasn’t alone.

And my kitchen? Well, it was an absolute mess.

He faced me, as I walked into the kitchen, grinning. “Good morning, Mrs. Coulter.”

Something small and rowdy crashed into my legs. “Good morning, Mommy!”

Our son. The exact replica of his father. I ran my fingers through his curly, blond hair. He perked up and grinned with his signature Coulter grin. Four years ago, Logan Coulter made me a mother. He was everything that his father was. Stubborn. Bold. Strong And that Coulter attitude? Oh, yeah.

The moment the nurse put him in my arms, he opened his eyes, blinking at me with blues that were so familiar, I knew he was going to be a problem. And I was right.

Logan was Maddox 2.0.


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