Long game, Fizzy. Play the long game.
The Cup wasn’t won in a game; it took a season. And there was so much more at stake here.
“Well…” I brushed her hair away from her face. “A kiss on the top of the head could mean, I’d do anything for you.” I let my words hang in the air. Then, my touch was a whisper against her temple. “Here. I adore you. Behind the ear…” I dragged my finger there. “I want you.” I held her gaze, speaking the words I felt about her, and hoping she would understand everything I was trying to communicate.
She leaned forward, lips parted. “Where else?”
“That’s the beauty of a kiss. It can be placed anywhere.” I watched her expressions as I said, “Lips,” and dragged my finger down her lips. Down farther to her, “Collarbone.”
I hesitated briefly, but the way her breath hitched made me continue my descent into the valley of her, “Breasts.” Her eyes were hooded, locked on mine as if she couldn’t look away.“Stomach.” And then I slowly lifted my hand before I could reach her waistline as I said, “Between your thighs.”
She swallowed hard, pupils dilating even more. The black was so all-encompassing, it nearly swallowed the blue. We’d barely even touched, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever been more turned on. To have Bryn finally looking at me in a way I’d only ever dreamed of… Shit. It felt as if my heart was going to pound out of my chest. And my dick was painfully hard, pressing against my zipper.
“Your turn,” I rasped.
She swallowed hard. “Truth.”
“What made you?—”
“Nope!” She held up her hand, likely guessing what I was going to ask. “I change my mind. I want a dare.”
I chuckled. “Fine. I dare you to tell me what had you blushing so hard earlier.”
She let out a heavy sigh, shoulders dropping. She knew she wasn’t getting out of this.
She peeked up at me from beneath her lashes. “Promise not to tell anyone?”
“Angel—” I tucked her hair behind her ear “—who am I going to tell?”
“Just…” She huffed. “Promise.”
I held her gaze. “I promise.”
“Last night, one of the bridesmaids had a threesome with two of the groomsmen.” The words were said in a rush, like a confession.
“As part of the game?” I asked.
I wouldn’t doubt it. If Allie had continued to increase the boldness of the game with every round, it was definitely likely.
“More like…as a result of the game,” Bryn said.
“Is that something you’re interested in?” I asked, thinking of the way her skin had flushed with color.
Her expression turned more serious. “No. I want whoever I’m with to be fully invested in me. When I’m with someone, I give myself one hundred percent.”
I nodded. I hadn’t expected anything else.
“Would you—or have you…” She trailed off, probably thinking of the stories about some of the other guys in the league.
“No.”
“Wow.” She laughed. “That was immediate and definitive.”
“I don’t share, and I’d never ask my partner to either. If I’m with someone, there’s no one else for me.”
“That’s…admirable,” she said, swallowing hard. Then, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
