to know what she thought about a threesome.
Now, she only had to convince him adding one more would surely sweeten the pie then she’d talk to Braden again. She wanted her cake and wanted to put the icing on it too. Braden was the frosting. Evan, while challenging, was already waiting by the bed.
“Truth or dare?” It was Peyton’s turn. She hated these silly games. Every slumber party she attended, someone mentioned this game. She decided it was a way for one girl to hold something over another girl’s head. Yeah, she’d take the dare. After one night with Kane, she damn sure didn’t want to tell her new truths.
“Dare.” She held her breath. Vicky shook her head.
“Dare or double dare?” Freda, one of Vicky’s friends, added a new twist to an old game.
If Peyton chose the dare, then it would be a ridiculous one, no doubt. If she chose a double dare then someone else had to participate and if the dare was humiliating then she didn’t have to go down in history as the only one with flushed cheeks.
Freda wrote down the dare and passed it off to Vicky. “Dare or double dare, Peyton?” Freda asked smugly. Vicky opened the folded paper. She immediately shook her head and groaned.
“Double dare.” Peyton grabbed the bowl of popcorn and tossed a handful at Vicky.
“Great.” Freda turned around and pointed at Vicky. “Since you wanted to warn her about the dare, then you can read it, and you can join her.”
Vicky tossed the paper on the floor. “Look, I’m not doing it. Braden will have a fit.”
Peyton giggled. “Here, let me see it.” She took the paper from another girl’s hand and read it. “Give Evan a blowjob while someone watches.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Freda shook her head. “Everyone knows he’s got it bad for you. Might as well break the ice while you have moral support!” She opened her arms wide and moved from side to side demonstrating where she’d find her support system.
“You’re funny, Freda. I bet you had this dare in mind before you were dropped off here tonight.”
Peyton and Vicky took games far too serious and everyone there realized it. The girls seldom backed away from a challenging prank.
Vicky had a reputation for giving head, and since Peyton was even considering it, she must’ve lost her mind somewhere back at the docks. Yeah, she lost it all right, and she needed someone to help her find it. By the looks of the dare in front of them, they had a worthy candidate-Evan.
Vicky smirked. She probably understood this wasn’t a dare Peyton wanted to refuse. If she declined, then she’d face three truths to tell and Vicky would still have the dare, along with someone else, any one of them who might give Evan a nice blowjob.
After all, they were all over eighteen.
Braden made the stipulation clear whenever Peyton mentioned a party now. Since all three Cartwells were walking stiff ones, he at least protected himself in the event he didn’t turn down an eager woman’s advancements. Peyton shuddered. She’d almost kill if one of these girls moved in on her territory.
Only minutes after reading the dare, Peyton and Vicky crawled up the stairs. Peyton started giggling as they scooted by Kane’s room. Braden told him to sleep with his door open because his room was the closest one to the party. She watched him shift in his bed and realized he was awake.
“Hang on a minute,” she whispered over her shoulder.
Vicky shook her head. “Wrong Cartwell, Peyton.”
“Just give me one second,” she whispered.
Vicky reluctantly nodded and leaned her head back against the wall. Peyton crawled across the floor and then slid into Kane’s bed.
“Peyton…” He smelled like beer. He slurred like a drunk.
“Kane…” Her hand went to his dick.
“Baby, you can’t be in here. Not right now with your friends here.” He kissed her lips. It wasn’t impressive. Peyton saw very little appeal in a drunk’s tongue. He also looked sad. She saw it in his eyes as the moonlight skid across his bedroom. Braden really beat him up with words, and dealt him a strong hand completely full of guilt.
She fingered his waistband. Once she slipped her hand in his shorts, she slowly pumped his cock into her hand. “Can’t I give you something to think about?”
“Yeah, baby, give me something to think about.” He closed his eyes, and his hand covered hers.
“Damn it,” she said, “Are you drunk?”
“I’m hard.” He grinned.
“And drunk.”
“Yep. Go play with your friends.” He rolled over her and reached under his bed. He pulled out a dildo. It was still in its box. “Tomorrow night…” He tapped her chin with the boxed gift and grinned. “Tomorrow night, you’re going to love me all over again, Peyton Storm.”
“Promise?” She wrapped her hand tighter and gave him another few tugs.
“I promise.” He heard something at the door, grabbed Peyton’s wrist and growled, “Damn Vicky, you’re always popping up at the wrong time.”
“I don’t know, Kane. I think maybe I need to stick around and protect you boys or something. Peyton seems to have lost a good sense of direction. I wonder who might have led her astray.”
“I don’t know. Say you think she’s lost her way?” He cleared his throat, pushed Peyton away and rolled over on his side. With his arm crooked behind his head and the cotton sheet at his waist, he waited for her reply.
“Yeah, I do. Come on, Peyton, we have a dare to perform.”
“A dare?” Kane narrowed his eyes on Peyton.
“It’s nothing,” she whispered. “Now go back to sleep.”
“Stay out of the barn, Peyton.”
“I will.”
“Don’t go near Braden’s horse tonight. He might come unglued.”
“No dares with the horses, I promise.”
“Okay, ‘night Peyton.”
“Goodnight, Kane.” She slipped out of his room and shut the door.
In a matter of minutes, they slid inside Evan’s room, and for some reason, Peyton believed he fully anticipated their arrival.
Evan held her pinned to the wall the second she slipped inside of his masculine domain. His body was hard, the ridge of his cock pleading for some kind of relief.
“Evan! What are you doing?” Peyton demanded an answer.
He held Peyton tighter as he snarled at Vicky. “Go tell your friends if I get a blowjob from Peyton, I want it one-on-one and without an audience.”
“What are you talking about?” Vicky turned the light on and her eyes were large with the recognition.
“Holy shit, he’s naked.” Her eyes dropped to the proof.
“No fucking doubt. What man wouldn’t wait with his cock in hand after hearing what you two had in store for me?”
Peyton swallowed tightly and only glanced at Vicky. Her friend wasn’t paying her any mind. Instead, she continued to glare at Evan’s dick. “Damn I’ve seen a lot of-”
“Vicky, leave.” Evan growled, pressed his body against Peyton’s and confined her to the wall.
“Stop it, Evan. Let me go.” Peyton pushed him back, or tried, anyway.
Vicky grabbed the empty bottle of vodka from the floor. “For men who seldom drink now that they have you to raise, this brother must have tied one on tonight.”
“Get the hell out of here, Vicky.” Evan’s teeth clenched as he held Peyton’s wrists to his chest.
