Jordan smirked. “When someone matches my freak.”
“Too vague. Share your freak then.”
“No, not too vague. It’s a turn-on when someone matches my energy. It can be anything. Rope, blindfolds, in public,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. She cleared her throat and quickly glanced at me. “I’m reciprocal in bed, so whenever someone matches me, it’s a turn-on.”
“Okay, that’s a good answer. I accept.” Price leaned back against the pile of pillows he created. Jordan continued the game, but the pulse at the base of her neck raced.
I wanted to touch it, trail it with my tongue because her admission told me what I wanted to know. She’d enjoyed our night together. I met her every step of the way that night andeven got her off with my tongue. Shit. My dick hardened at the thought, and this was so not the moment. Jordan set a yellow, which Price eventually called, and it was my turn. We played a few rounds of normal Uno, each of us already on our second beers, before I placed a wild on Jordan. “Truth or dare, Jordan.”
Was it me or did she shiver?
Her tongue wet her bottom lip before she met my eyes. “Dare.”
My stomach swooped. If we were at the hotel or Price wasn’t here, I’d dare her to kiss me. I’d dare her to suck my tongue until she moaned. But I couldn’t do that. Things were already complicated enough, and that line needed to be reinstated.
“I dare you to draw whatever you want on Price’s face with a pen.”
“Oh! This is good.” Jordan stood up as Price protested. My girl clicked her tongue and pointed. “No. You know the rules of the game, and you abide by them.”
“Just don’t draw a dick, alright? I’ve had enough of them drawn on my face.”
Jordan and I shared a laugh. “Feels like we deserve to hear that story,” Jordan said.
“Nope. Now get a pen and get on with it.” Price moved to his side. “Do my left side, it’s my worse side.”
“When did you get so dramatic?” I asked, amused at my twin. He was always so focused on football and working out that we rarely hung out just like this. It was easier to pull away when our parents broke the news too—but now I wondered why.
“Too many hits to the head or something. What are you drawing, J?”
Jordan kneeled toward my brother, her ass pointing right at me as she giggled. A part of me regretted the dare. She was so close to his face, bent over toward him. I knew my brother, andnow that he knew I was into her, he’d never do anything with her, but he’d push my buttons.
She laughed again and wiggled her butt as she sat up and proudly capped the pen. “This might be my best work.”
“You often draw on people’s faces?” Price asked.
“Not faces, but I’ve done a few other body tattoos.” She leaned into me and wiggled her eyebrows. “Wait until you see it.”
My brother sat up. A very dark, very clear unibrow was there that wasn’t before. I couldn’t stop myself from snorting. “Wish that was permanent.”
Price grabbed his phone and groaned. “Damn it, J. I can’t take selfies now.”
“So you have the long hair and beard, but you draw the line at a unibrow. Got it.” Jordan settled back in her place, clearly smug with her choice. I elbowed her side, grinning.
“Nice work,” I said
“Don’t get too cocky, brother.” Price stared at me, smiling as she placed a draw four—meaning it was a straight dare. No option for truth. “I dare you to play with Jordan on your lap for the rest of the game.”
15
JORDAN
If the power ever went out again, I’d just need to sit on Preston to keep warm. My traitorous body was overheated, sweating beneath my layers as I positioned myself on his lap. His thighs, thick and strong, tensed as I adjusted my stance on him. Price was a little devil, and he knew it.
My knee bounced, the restless energy needing to escape, and Preston rested his hand on my leg, stilling me. “You’re moving too much,” he said, his lips practically hitting my ear.
“Sorry.” I gulped and tried not to melt into him. Every part of me wanted to lean into him, close my eyes, and let him touch me. It could be the nearness, the game, or the way he seemed to understand me in ways no one else did, but I wanted to touch him.
“You’re turn, Jordan.” Price smirked and kept giving me knowing glances. I didn’t like it. I wondered, briefly, if he knew what happened between Preston and I, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. Preston wasn’t cruel, but the idea of him saying we had a meaningless hookup hurt me. But at the same time, him saying we did more also felt weird.
