I’d like to eat his corn.Jesus, even my thoughts are phallic and horny.
“Whose turn is it?” he says, completely unaffected by the fact that he kind of asked me to peg him.
When I look back at Brooks and Brody again, they look like they could kill him, and it makes me laugh.
A burst of a chuckle rips through me before I shake my head. “Sorry.”
Brody growls, tipping me over onto Brooks’ lap since I’m caught in my shirt before he slaps my ass and a bit of my exposed pussy.
I gasp, but he winks. “What’d I say about that word?”
“Brute” is all I offer, watching him lick the tip of his fingers.
Good god. Can we just fuck already?
It’s been half a day (two hours). But instead of complaining, I kick my legs off the couch and stand up. “It’s my turn again.”
I’m smiling at Wells because he’s very pleased with himself as I walk over and peruse, secretly trying to see if I can remember any scratches or bumps on the blocks that I wrote dirty dares on.
I’m not above cheating. But luck isn’t on my side because I can’t tell one block from the next. With a disappointed sigh, I just pick one, hoping it’ll have everybody stripping down.
But as I look down, my brows draw together.Who the fuck wrote this?
My head lifts, and I look between the three of them before I say, “Dare: Role-play a scene from your favorite movie.”
Brody laughs as he starts massaging the back of Brooks’ neck. Their eyes meet as Brody says, “That was you, right?”
“Yes,” Wells answers for him.
I drop my eyes to Wells, who’s looking up, his Adam’s apple protruding, making me think about how he swallows.
And I don’t mean water.
“So…” Wells draws out. “What’s your favorite movie, Cherry?”
“Brooks,” I snap, staring straight at him. “You have to be serious.”
He’s the worst. We’ve been at this dare for fifteen minutes, and he still hasn’t admitted to writing it, but it was his handwriting.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles out before motioning his hand in front of his face like a professional actor.
I can’t with him right now. I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.
He looks back at me with a more solemn expression. “Okay. I’m done. I’m in it.”
The fact that we’re all doing this might mean that we’ve developed a psychosis. But we’re in it now, so there’s no looking back.
My head whips to Wells, his green eyes popping open. “Don’t look at me like that.” He holds up his phone, showing me a video of my favorite movie. “I’m doing character research. I’m locked in.”
I glance at Brooks again. “You should be more like your boyfriend.”
But he counters with, “I’m the winner who’s seenFear.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I whisper to myself before I turn my attention away from him.
“You know you could’ve lied about your favorite movie,” Brooks adds, making me slow turn my head to his profile again.
“I also could have made us really commit and drive an hour to the Santa Monica Pier.”
