Dare (The Dare Trilogy) by Sara Frost Read Free Book Online Page A

from his face and pushed herself up onto her elbows so that her face was closer to his, her own dark eyes staring into his blue ones.
    “Look, I appreciate the offer —really I do. But what’s to stop you making a similar one to the next girl who takes your fancy? I come with you and then you change your mind, leaving me in some city I don’t know without any easy way of getting back.”
    This made him sigh and he dropped his eyes away from hers. “Yeah, okay, you’ve made your point. Just for the record, though, you’re the only one I’ve ever asked to tag along for the ride.”
    As he spoke, he moved to one side with his back to her, broad and muscled. She lifted herself completely now, resting on one arm and pushing herself gently into him, her one breast slightly squashed against his warm skin.
    “I really do appreciate it. If you’re still interested when you get back, I’d like to see you again,” she whispered.
    He nodded, but didn’t say anything for a while. With a huge sigh, Dianne lay back on the bed, watching him.
    “Did you enjoy seeing us last night?”
    She frowned slightly at his question then, realising he was referring to Black Ark on stage, she replied: “Yeah, sure. You were good.”
    “Good?” Cam half turned to face her, watching her with one eyebrow raised.
    “Yeah. Okay, you were really good.”
    “Thank you.” His face was serious now. Once more Dianne let out a huge sigh.
    “Look,” she said. “You’re great in the sack—I mean, I’ll say this without any reservation, you’re the best. But just because you’re so good looking, and that... thing between your legs is so enormous doesn’t mean I’m going to leave my brain at the door to make you feel better about your other performance anxieties. You’re good—you’re really good, but you can be better.”
    Slightly taken aback, Cam stared at her now, giving her all his attention. “What do you mean?”
    “Well, how long have you been playing?”
    “As Black Ark? I don’t know. Somewhere between a year and eighteen months.”
    “Yeah, I would have guessed something like that. You’ve got a good sound—but you’re not really working as a team yet. You haven’t—I don’t know—I guess you haven’t practiced enough together. You’re not quite tight enough.” Warming to her theme, Dianne raised herself onto one elbow and began to explain herself. “Your bass player—he’s a bit too aloof, he’s not pulling himself into the group.”
    At this, Cam laughed. “ Dan? Yeah, well, I guess you’re right about him.”
    “Your drummer’s good, and the synth player —he’s pretty good too.”
    “And lead guitar? And vocals?”
    Dianne didn’t reply for a few moments, but instead looked up at Cam directly, staring into those bright blue eyes. “You want the truth?”
    He shrugged. “I wouldn’t have asked.”
    She bit her lip for a second. Guys never wanted the truth in her experience, but this time... this time she would take a chance.
    “You’re no Johnny Korpus,” she said at last. Cam grimaced at this and looked away.
    “But you could be,” she added, her gaze still on his when he looked back at her. He nodded and then, looking towards the sunlight streaming in the window, smiled wryly.
    “So, you’ve known him all your life?” she asked after a while.
    “Not quite all of it, but, yeah, most of it.”
    “What’s he like?”
    “Johnny? He’s great.” Cam stared back at her. “Really, I’m not just saying that. Sometimes I think about how different he is now—he was, you know, really intense as a child, pretty introverted to tell the truth. That doesn’t work so well in a rock band, though, which in part explains why he’s strung out so much sometimes.”
    Dianne frowned at this. “Strung out?” Cam, however, waved the question to one side, clearly not willing to discuss it. Instead, he lay back down beside her, one hand gently stroking her arm.
    “What about you?” he asked at