“For three points? I need more,” Kyle pushed.
“He was a year younger and had red hair. He hit my lip with his tooth, and I thought for a while after that I was a lesbian, because it really sucked.”
Kyle stared at her until she fidgeted. Finally, he responded. “Well, my first kiss was with also with a red-headed boy, and it for sure put me off men, so I get that.”
A heartbeat later, Trent broke the silence with a loud laugh. Daniel joined in, with Kyle only grinning at Alison.
And, despite her best attempt, she cracked a smile and released a soft chuckle at the absurdity of his statement.
That was possibly even more dangerous than anything else he’d done.
An hour later, Alison clutched the dice, ready to try to blow on it just to get a good roll. Funny that she’d gone from unwilling to answer her favorite food to answering everything happily.
Anything if it meant she got to sleep in her own bed.
She was points behind, mostly because the alphas hadnoshame. They would tell her any part of their past as if it didn’t matter. Then again, the three knew each other well enough that none of their stories seemed to be a surprise.
And they didn’t mind telling her about their sexual history, which she tried to ignore as best she could.
Which wasnoteasy, especially when Daniel started talking about his favorite part on a woman—turned out he was an ass man—and Alison felt suddenly aware of her own body.
Worse, Daniel had danced his fingers along her back, the touch soft and coaxing. She’d worn a spaghetti strap tank top, so he stroked over the bare skin above it, then below it.
“You can’t increase your odds by procrastinating,” Kyle told her, enjoying her struggle far too much.
Trent was ahead, meaning either she rolled a red card, or she lost.
So it would be her own bed or Trent’s.
If I ever needed mental powers, it’s now.She shut her eyes and rolled once more, a silent prayer.
A dark chuckle made her heart sink before she even opened her eyes. It was far too amused for her to have won.
She cracked her eyes to find a two, and a quick look at the board put her on a yellow.
Which meant she’d lost.
Trent’s smile was shameless as he set his elbow on the table. “Looks like you’re spending the night in my bed, pet.”
Trent tried to ignore how good it felt to get his bed ready for someone else. How long had it been since he’d slept beside someone?
Six years?Hell, he couldn’t even be sure.
Of course, he hadn’t planned to have that person be an omega who was only pretending to want to be there.
The look on her face when she’d realized she’d lost the game, when she had to come to terms with sleeping in his bed—he didn’t much enjoy that.
Daniel probably did. The bastard loved to push boundaries, enjoyed that edge of unease.
Trent much preferred trust.
She doesn’t know you. How can she trust you?
He sighed as he set a bottle of water and a glass on the side of the bed she’d sleep on. He planned to take the one near the door—old habits die hard—so she’d have to deal with the other side.
A soft knock made him smile. That first night, when she’d out-maneuvered him, he’d expected her to be brash, unstoppable. Instead, she’d proven time and time again to have more uncertainty than he’d have ever guessed.
She had confidence, sure, and she’d proven herself a capable fighter. None of it changed that when it came to him, when it came to Daniel and Kyle, she was in over her head and knew it.
