Need buzzes through me when our fingers brush. In this space, surrounded by nothing but our scents and no distractions, I’m pleased that I have the board to look at.
“Not another sock back on!” Jagger groans as I slide my left sock back on for the third time. So far, the game has only resulted in the removal of a few jackets and footwear. “Your rules suck, Tae!”
“Don’t you like my ankles?” I rotate my foot teasingly.
“I love every inch of you.” Jagger’s eyes flash hungrily, “But if I have to see another part covered up, I’ll?—”
“Fine!” Tae throws up his hands. “New rule! No putting clothes back on.”
“How about we play another game?” Nash grumbles, looking like he’s considering snapping the board in two after being sent down the same chute for the third time.
“Let’s see what else we have.” Tae digs around in the trunk. “How about Twister?”
“Twister?” I burst out laughing. The thought of seeing Nash bent into funny positions is definitely something I want to see one day.
Nash groans, putting a hand to his forehead.
“How about something that doesn’t require a board?” Jagger suggests. “Something simple like Truth or Dare. If you choose to skip a turn, you have to remove two items of clothing.”
“I’m down,” I say.
The others nod in agreement as Nash happily packs up the game, and Tae finds a bottle of heat-enhancing lube nestled on a nearby shelf to spin that’ll dictate who starts.
“Are you sure you’re not fixing it?” I ask as the spinning bottle expertly lands on me.
“It’s pure chance!” Tae declares. “Truth or dare?”
I’m extra aware of all three sets of eyes on me. “Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss whoever the lube lands on next.” Tae spins it again. It lands on him. “Oh, look at that.”
“No fair!” Jagger pouts.
“I’m spinning next time,” Nash harrumphs.
“Rules are rules!” Tae shrugs. “Are you accepting the dare or picking the penalty?”
“I’ll take the dare.”
I crawl over to him on my knees.
“Shit,” Tae rasps. “You crawling toward me is so freaking hot.”
“My view is pretty good from here too,” Jagger mumbles, getting the full view of my ass.
I lean in and kiss him, starting soft then getting more passionate. I’m aware of the others watching, my skin prickling under the heat of their stares. The last time I was intimate with Tae and Nash, I’d been in the throes of a heat spike, guided by instinct. This is different, yet also… exciting.
I pull away, breathless. “That’s your turn done.”
“Let’s get back to the game,” Nash’s voice is a sexy growl, his Southern accent getting more pronounced when he’s turned-on.
Jagger is adjusting his pants as I return to my spot, apprehension sprinting through me as he takes his turn to spin the bottle next. It lands on him.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Why are you still inPack Fireif you hate your bandmates?” I ask.
