Untamed (Untamed #1) by Victoria Green, Jinsey Reese

tongue around it, sucking on the peak and making me arch all the way off the couch.
    Then he was back on his knees, hooking his hands under my thighs and bringing me almost completely off the cushions as he increased his pace. He was hitting such a deep, sacred place I was convinced he was literally screwing every single thought from my brain. And—oh, god—it was the most liberating feeling in the entire world. Liberating and wonderful and exciting.
    “Don’t. Stop. Please .” I begged.
    “Can’t. Stop.” Our words were reduced to primal grunts. Just when I thought there was no way to get closer, nowhere to go deeper, he slid his hands under my back and pulled us up into a seated position, so I was straddling him.
    Oh. My. God.
    His mouth descended on mine and his hands clamped around my waist as he guided me up and down, pulsing his hips to meet me halfway. Somewhere between heaven and nirvana, I gasped his name over and over again until I could no longer breathe.
    My fingers clawed his chest, sliding up his biceps to dig into the phoenix on his back. My release came without warning. My whole body felt like it wasn’t just flung over the edge, but rather catapulted into oblivion. My heart stopped beating; my eyes and ears stopped functioning.
    I’d never felt more alive in my life.
    Dare continued to pound into me until his own orgasm rocked through him. His grip grew even tighter as he wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him.
    And the “Ree...” that escaped his lips as he exploded inside me was the most beautiful sound in the world.

twelve

    “I ’ve never had a girl stay over to play doctor before,” Dare said, placing a soft kiss on my temple. “Though, I’m not sure fucking your patient into a coma is recommended treatment for a concussion.”
    I shook my head and laughed. “No. I’m pretty sure what we just did warrants a malpractice lawsuit.”
    Freshly showered, we were lying in his bed, his hands tucked under his head, my chin resting on his chest.
    “You really do have the most beautiful smile.” He traced the corners of my mouth with his finger.
    “Honestly, I’m surprised I even know how to do it without help.”
    Dare searched my face. “Help?”
    “Booze.” I looked up at the ceiling. “Pills. Powder.”
    I felt his arm muscles stiffen. “Damn, Ree.”
    “What? Don’t tell me that you’ve never relied on some form of escape?” I asked. When he didn’t respond, I poked his bare chest. “Well?”
    He sighed. “Too many times. And I paid a steep price.”
    “Rehab?”
    “Juvie,” he said, his jaw tight. “A year and a half of my life. Gone. Just like that.”
    “Oh,” I breathed. “Wow.”
    “That’s what happens when you’re forced to go into the family business. I practically grew up in the basement of my father’s club. I didn’t know another life.”
    “Club?”
    “Strip club,” he said. “But it was just a front for all the drugs.” Dare covered his face with his hand and exhaled sharply. The black snake tattoo winding its way around his left bicep seemed to move as he flexed. “Jesus. Why am I telling you any of this?”
    “Doctor-patient confidentiality,” I said. “Next to you I come off as some clichéd poor, little rich recreational-drug-user girl. Pathetic. Embarrassing.”
    He pulled me closer, tucking my head under his chin. “We all have our shit, right?” he murmured into my hair.
    “Yeah.” Dare’s shit wasn’t much different from mine. We both had fathers who screwed us over. Just in different ways. “What did you end up getting busted for?” I spoke into his chest. “Possession?”
    I couldn’t even imagine spending a day in detention, let alone a correctional facility. But in my world, that never happened.
    I could feel him nod. “Possession,” he said, “with intent to sell. My first offense. I was sixteen. Just got my license. The first solo ride of my life was delivering a shipment of blow for my dad. He used me as