Benson returns, carrying several drinks in his arms, setting them down as Nick and I turn to watch him. “I didn’t know what you’d want, so I just grabbed a few different things.”
“Thanks. I’ll take some water.”
“Plum’s turn, truth or dare?” Nick says abruptly as Benson hands me water and then takes his seat.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to sit on my lap. Take that ride you keep teasing,” Nick says, and Benson groans.
“No fair, he beat me to it.”
“Alright,” I agree, tossing the blanket off my lap and crawling over to Nick. I throw my leg over him, straddling his thighs as I rest my hands on his shoulders. “What kind of ride?” I whisper, leaning forward until our lips nearly meet.
“Whatever you like, Little Omega. I’m all yours,” he murmurs back, tipping his chin up and pushing our lips closer together.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Benson groans behind me.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, using the same words Benson used just a couple hours ago. I’m nervous, but the need to run isn’t there, urging me to break away from the intimacy.
“Take what you need," he counters, tilting his head to the side, and I pounce.
This is a real kiss.
Our lips collide, Nick kissing me back with as much desire as I give him. Fuck, he tastes so good, the slide of his plush bottom lip driving me insane. He feels even better, and as his tongue swipes against mine, I moan.
After I pull away from the kiss, I lean back for a second, just admiring the heat in his eyes when he looks at me.
“Damn. That was hot.” I smirk, then climb off his lap and return to my corner. Pulling the blanket across my lap, I turn to my next victim. “Alright Benson, truth or dare?” I ask, snorting when he immediately picks dare. “I dare you to show me your secret hidden talent.” His frown is adorable, and I bite my lip to hold back my laugh.
“He knows magic.” Nick chuckles, glancing at his brother, who glares back.
“Iknewmagic when I was ten. I have since grown up and also forgotten everything I ever learned. Also, I have none of the props, because again, I was ten,” Benson grumbles at his brother, leaning back in his seat.
“Well, let’s see what you got then,” I push, waving at the alpha to get moving.
“Well, there was this one thing I learned how to do,” Benson admits as he stands. “There was a talent show my senior year, and I spent weeks learning how to do this…” He kicks his shoes off and moves the coffee table away from the couch and out of the way until there’s a large open space in front of us. “But when I did the rehearsal for the faculty, they said hell no and banned me from performing. I’m just going to show you about thirty seconds worth…”
He plays a song on his phone that’s slow and sexy, one where the lyrics imply a lot of very dirty things. My imagination starts racing.
Nick groans, covering his eyes with his arm. “Not this again. It was bad enough watching you learn this.”
And then I watch as Benson does the sexiest things with his body that I think I have ever seen an alpha do, as he dances like a male midnight ballerina. Seriously, he could get paid a lot of money in a club if he were willing to do it mostly naked. It beats what my brain conjured up when the music started.
When he drops to his hands and knees and crawls across the floor to me, stopping when he reaches my blanket-covered feet, I nearly squeal. I burst into a fit of giggles as he jumps to his feet and claps his hands together.
“I think that’s enough of that, don’t you?” Benson blushes before returning to his seat across from me in the large recliner.
“I don’t know; I mean, that was very entertaining, but I can see why the school said no way. That was very R-rated dancing,but I feel like it was missing something.” I shrug, and Benson lifts his brow.
“Like?”
All of his clothes coming off?
“A kiss,” I say sweetly, instead of demanding a damn strip tease.
“Well, if the faculty didn’t like the dance, I don’t think they would approve of adding a kiss.”
“Worth a shot,” I tease as I stand up, tossing the blanket behind me and walking closer. I stop in front of him, bending forward and resting my hands on the armrests, looking into his hazel eyes. The blue looks so much deeper than the green as his pupils dilate. I place one knee on the seat between his legs, tilting my head. “Kiss me, Benson.”
