“That’s more like it,” Luke said with a wide grin.
Elijah had known he was taking a risk by selecting dare, but he’d been around these people long enough not to be surprised by what they came up with.
“Would you like me to get out to demonstrate?” he asked.
“Yes. God yes,” Luke answered for Cole.
The group laughed behind him as he climbed out of the hot tub and moved to the nearest lounge chair. For dramatic effect, he turned it sideways so they’d have a good view. It took only a second for him to crawl on his knees into the missionary position, pretending there was a woman beneath him. He pumped his hips a couple of times, then threw his head back and pretended to orgasm.
Clapping ensued.
“And the Oscar goes to…” Xander bellowed.
When he got to his feet, Elijah bowed, smiling. “Thank you. Thank you very much.”
His gaze slid to Logan, noticing the man wasn’t even looking at him. The same could not be said for Sam. Her eyes blazed as she admired his nakedness.
“I think you just reenacted most of our first times,” Xander noted, still laughing.
Elijah returned to the water to select the next person. He picked Leah; she opted for truth.
“How many times a day do you masturbate?”
All eyes shifted to her.
Her face turned a pretty shade of pink, highlighted by the white lights dancing through the water. “On average?”
“Quit stalling,” Luke insisted with a chuckle.
“Fine.” She smiled. “On average, once a day.”
“Not so unusual now, is it?” Elijah remarked, smirking at Luke.
“Really?” Shane asked, his arm sliding behind her back along the edge of the hot tub. “Have you met your quota for the day?”
“It’s not your turn to ask,” she teased him with a grin.
“Answer,” Luke demanded.
That went on for a good ten minutes. The truths and dares remained superficial. That was until Luke was called on.
He chose Xander. “Have you ever had a bisexual encounter?”
Elijah felt Logan stiffen beside him, and he had to wonder if Luke was baiting his brother. He’d seen the two of them talking earlier, and he had suspected the conversation had been about him. He’d connected with Logan’s gaze once and had seen something in his eyes.
“Yes,” Xander admitted.
“Explain,” Luke insisted.
“In detail,” Mercedes added.
Xander took a long pull on his beer. “I was nineteen, I guess. Somewhere around there, anyway. Spring break. A group of us had gone to Miami, ended up bunking in the same room to save money. There weren’t enough beds, so we doubled up. I woke up to one of my best friends jacking me off.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Mercedes inquired.
“If you mean did I let him finish me off, then yes.” His smirk was roguish. “But it wasn’t something I did again, nor did I care to.”
“Were you the best friend jacking him off?” Mercedes asked Shane, her eyes glittering with amusement.
