They all took the top-level questions, whereas Alison picked the least risky option.
She had to play—skirting rules was something she excelled at—but she didn’t have to care about it.
Trent groaned when he landed on red but muttered a three as Kyle pulled the card.
Kyle let out a harsh bark of laughter. “Wildest place you’ve ever had sex.”
Trent shifted, as though the floor weren’t the most comfortable place he’d ever sat all of a sudden. He blew out a slow breath, then shrugged. “That cliff, out in Texas?”
Daniel snorted. “That wasn’t a cliff.”
“Seemed like a cliff,” Trent shot back.
“You think that was wilder than the storage room in that museum? Remember the docent knocking on the door, yelling at us in French?”
Trent let out a soft laugh. “I’ll take an angry docent over a twenty-foot drop any day.”
“Were you guys sleeping with each other?” Alison asked, as if everything made more sense and less. The strange connection between the three, the closeness, that all fit. Though, with how they’d looked at her…she felt as if she’d confused it.
Kyle was the one to answer, his voice gentle as if he were amused but trying not to show it. “No, sugar. We have a history of fucking women together.”
And if that didn’t make the temperature of the room shoot up a good twenty degrees…
Without being able to help it, Alison pictured it. She thought about how they overwhelmed her already, but realizing they had a history of doing this, of taking women together, of working together, made her body react as if it was begging.
She wished she could sit her body down and have a long heart-to-heart, remind it why that wasn’t going to happen. Not that it would listen.
Vaginas were hussies that did what they wanted.
“Your turn,” Trent said, his lip curled into a smirk that said she’d already missed his first statement.
Bastards.
She rolled the dice, getting a red.Fuck.“Pass,” she said quickly.
“You didn’t even hear the question. You aren’t trying,” Daniel said.
“So? You said I had to play. You didn’t say anything about me having to win.”
Trent snorted. “Never figured you for a brat. Fine. Let’s up the stakes.”
“You can’t, not after I’m already behind! That’s not fair.”
“Sure it is,” he said. “Rules say you give up your bed tonight, right? So, how about winner gets to pick what bed you sleep in? That means if you win, you get your own bed tonight, and if you lose, well, it isn’t any different than if we hadn’t played at all.”
Alison’s mouth fell open before she leaned forward to find the score card in front of Kyle. She had three points, Kyle had eight, Daniel seven, and Trent was leading with ten, since he’d gotten two red cards, which were worth more.
That was a large distance to make up, but sheneededto win. The thought of ending up in one of their bedsfor the night had already bothered her, but now she’d found a hail-Mary that would save her—at least for anight.
“Three,” she said quickly.
“Well, well, isn’t she in the game now?” Daniel said, his voice all amusement.
Kyle lifted the red card to read it. “First kiss.”
Alison frowned as she thought back. The question could have been far worse—she figured she ought to be thankful. “I was thirteen,” she said, recalling the freckle-faced neighbor boy who had stolen her heart.
Which was funny, because it wasn’t as though she’d been naive before then. Her father had sheltered her, but that hadn’t stopped her from knowing things. It just meant she hadn’t been exposed to many people, so when she’d finally gotten out from beneath that cloak, she’d gone a bit crazy.
