“Wait, you guys didn’t know this…and how long have you been together?”
“Three years,” Wells answers with a grin. “But it makes sense. I’ve never seen you use a calculator.”
“Or a pencil and paper,” Brody adds.
So, he isn’t lying?I laugh. “Prove it.”
Brooks shrugs and goes about finding a calculator before he hands it over, then sits on the couch.
“Do your worst, Stunner.”
“Do I just say it to you?”
He nods, so I rattle off a bunch of numbers as I type them, first telling him to multiply, then divide by another number, before subtracting an even bigger one.
“Okay. What does that equal?” I breathe out with a smile on my face.
He closes one eye, his face scrunching up like he’s deep in thought before he says, “Three thousand, four hundred…and seventy-five, no seventy-seven. Sorry.”
The guys crowd around me on the floor to see if he’s right.
“Holy shit,” they both say as I smile even wider.
“I wanna do it again,” I squeal.
Brooks chuckles and nods. So that’s what we do for the next five minutes until he groans and throws a pillow at us.
“Enough. I’m getting a headache.”
“Fine,” I grumble. “But I vote we put him onAmerica’s Got Talentand win some money.”
Wells nods as Brody laughs before he gets up because it’s his turn. He chooses quickly and reads, “Dare: Share your most embarrassing sexual moment.”
“Easy,” he says, looking straight at me. “Remember the dressing room? I came when I had you against the wall. There was a whole-ass mess in my pants. By the time I got home, my fucking shorts were stuck to my legs.”
The guys laugh, but I say, “Aw, but I don’t think that counts. Because it’s not embarrassing. It’s cute.”
Brooks shakes his head. “That’s how you know she likes you, Brod. She thinks premature ejaculation is cute.”
I roll my eyes as Brody stalks toward me, playfully menacing, before he picks me up easily, lifting me off the floor. Like a koala, I cling to him, enjoying his big hands on my ass.
He walks us over to the couch, next to Brooks, before we plop down. I slide off him, snuggling up close as I stretch his shirt over my bent knees.
Brooks sneaks his hand under the shirt, tickling the hair on my cunt, making me giggle.
“Quit,” I breathe out, but he pouts before laying his head on my shoulder.
Wells stays on the floor, stretching his body closer to the Jenga tower.God, he’s sexy.He takes a block from the bottom, pushing it out from the middle slowly. He holds it above his face as he reads.
“Truth: Confess a fantasy nobody knows about.”
“Oooo,” I say as I glance down, noticing how Brooks absent-mindedly plays with my anklet.
“Damn,” Brody tosses out. “That was mine. I was hoping Margot’d get it.”
I grin, but my gaze lands on Wells as he places the block on his stomach before linking his hands behind his head.
“Same,” he agrees with Brody. “Because I mean, I’ve done a lot of shit… There’s not a lot nobody knows about.”
