“Oh, come on,” Amara whines. “It’s just a game. You can always skip the dare and drink a penalty shot.”
“I’ve seen those cards before, I know what the dares are and since I’m notdoing that with anyone other than Colt, I’ll get black-out drunk within a few rounds, so... I’ll pass.”
There are too many sex-based dares on those cards for me to take the risk with Grant at the table. It would end in blood if Colt saw him lay so much as a finger on me.
“Fine,” Amara huffs. “How about we switch it up and playThis or Thatthe dirty way instead?”
“I don’t think I ever played,” Ben says, sipping his whiskey. “Explain the rules.”
“We take turns asking a question likewould you rather pay or be paid for sex, and everyone answers which they’d prefer,” Amara says. “We can keep the penalty shots for this, too, in case your sister’s too embarrassed to answer.”
I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. “Just because I don’t boast about my sex life to anyone who’ll listen doesn’t mean I’m embarrassed.”
“Okay, I’ll start,” Grant says, his eyes repeatedly jumping back to me. “Let’s go with something easy first. Lights on or off during sex?”
Everyone, including me, sayson. I never cared much, but I’ve imagined myself with Colt enough times now to know I’d want a clear view of his body, and his face too.
“Alwayson,” a low baritone sounds behind me, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. Colt takes the empty seat beside me. “Sorry it took so long. Your dad wanted one rematch after another.”
Ben’s head snaps to him, brows pulled together in confusion. “He lost? That almost never happens. Who won?”
“I did,” Colt admits, his hand sliding lazily up and down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“Well, you’re officially uninvited to the poker table,” Grant chuckles, looking smug. “Henry’s a sore loser.”
“How would you know? You were never invited,” Dad booms, approaching with two crystal glasses sloshing with amber liquid. He passes one to Colt, before clinking his against it. “Same time tomorrow?”
“If Addie allows it,” Colt says, taking a sip.
“I won’t,” I say, playing my girlfriend role, despite how torn and confused I feel inside. “You don’t give him back on time, Dad.”
“Damn, sis, clingy much?” Ben laughs. “You can always barge in and drag him out of the casino.”
Dad drops a kiss on my head, and I feel his smile as he says, “We’ll talk tomorrow.” He straightens up, dropping his big hand on Colt’s shoulder to squeeze it once. “You kids have fun.”
A chorus ofgoodnights fills the air as Dad saunters away toward the elevator.
“Should we play?” I ask, accidentally brushing my freezing feet over Colt’s thigh as I pull them up and under my bum. “Sorry,” I mutter, glancing around in search of a blanket.
Colt unwinds my legs, and grabs my ankles in one hand, resting them on his lap. He makes it look so natural no one would guess it’s the very first time we’ve done this.
“You’re freezing, baby.” He lifts his shirt, pressing my icy feet against his warm, honed stomach and covering them with the thin fabric.
“Thank you,” I mutter, my heart doing weird twirls.
He’s so confusing. I get that he’sactingthe part of my boyfriend, but there’s no need to go to such extremes to convince anyone we’re dating. I do my best not to blush because all eyes are on us, but Colt rests his warm hand over my ankles, his thumb drawing small circles on a sensitive spot.
“Whose turn is it?” Grant barks out, clearly unappeased. “Ben? You wanna go?”
“Sure. Spit or swallow?” he asks and the blush I tried holding back spills down my neck.
The guys unanimously agree they prefer their girls to swallow, and Amara beams, nodding along. The other girl, who I don’t care enough about to remember her name, says she’dnever in a million yearsswallow, and then all eyes are on me.
I knew this game was a bad idea.
“Can I have a shot?” I ask, wriggling my feet, wanting Colt to let go, but he tightens his hold on my ankles, turning to me with a shadow of a smile. “What?” I clip. “I don’t feel comfortable sharing this.”
The truth is, I never managed to make a man come with my lips, so I have no idea which option I prefer.
