I headed to the bathroom, stripping out of my wet dress and underwear before drying myself with a towel and heading back to the closet. I pulled on the beautiful items and pushed my feet into the heels then admired myself in the mirror, my heart thumping powerfully against my chest. I felt like a goddess in this lingerie. Sex was power and they were going to fall at my mercy when they saw me like this.
My hair was tousled, drying in soft waves around my face and I grabbed a red lipstick, painting my mouth in the colour of blood. When I accepted a dare, I went all in on it. So if Saint wanted me dressed like this then I could add the finishing touches. I used the lipstick to write across my chest, a laugh escaping me as I finished. The words Off Limits stood out over my pushed up breasts and I put the lipstick back before heading out of the room.
The light had dimmed downstairs and the sound of the rain hammering against the windows sent a shiver down my spine. Trouble by Valerie Broussard was playing, making my heart thump in time with the heavy beat as I walked downstairs and strode towards them without a care in the world.
Saint stilled in his chair and Blake and Kyan twisted around to look at me so fast, they probably got whiplash.
“Fuck me,” Blake breathed.
“Me first.” Kyan grinned before his eyes fell to the words scrawled on my chest and his lips tightened.
I grabbed my rum, dropping down between them and taking a long sip, my mind alight with the buzz of the alcohol.
I turned to Blake, reaching out to take hold of his chin and pull his gaze up from my breasts and he gave me a crooked smile that made my toes curl.
“Your turn, Prince Charming,” I announced and he nodded eagerly like I was about to offer him something good. But there was no chance of that. “I dare you to do a body shot off of Kyan.” I grinned and he barked a laugh, clapping a hand to my knee as he got up and the lasting heat of his touch made me bite down on my lip. Oh god, that man.
“Down on the coffee table, big boy,” Blake commanded and Kyan stood up, pulling his shirt off one handed and glancing at me for my reaction. A reaction I did not give, despite him looking so edible I was kinda jealous of Blake getting this dare and not me. Still hate the bastard though. But I would lick him tonight. Just a little.
Saint watched with an amused smirk as Kyan laid down on his back, raising his hands and cupping them behind his head. “Give my dick some attention while you’re down there, brother, it’s been seriously lacking in it for weeks.”
“Shame you don’t screw girls on campus,” I said lightly. “Does that rule apply to the boys too? Maybe Blake will bend you over the dining table and rock your world.”
Saint laughed but the other two glared at me as if I was solely responsible for their blue balls. Totally wasn’t though. They could get with whoever they wanted. They just…didn’t. But why? And why did I not want them to?
Blake poured a measure of rum into Kyan’s belly button, kneeling between his thighs and leaning down to suck it out. It was annoyingly hot and I laughed as Kyan fisted his hand in Blake’s hair, shoving his head lower.
“Take me all in, baby,” Kyan demanded while Blake mimed sucking him off, making me burst out laughing.
“Stop fucking around.” Saint booted Kyan’s head from his chair and Blake took the moment of distraction to leap onto Kyan and start punching him.
“You rogue!” Blake cried as he tried to put on a feminine voice and failed.
Kyan threw him off, landing on top of him on the floor and they wrestled like animals.
“Not my breasts, you uncomely beast!” Blake lamented and Kyan roared a laugh as he continued throwing his fists into his chest.
“You love it when I’m rough, honeypie.” Kyan started choking him and Blake threw a punch to his gut that made him wheeze like a broken dog toy.
They eventually stood up, their hair ruffled as they shoved and pushed their way toward the couch, trying to be the first one back. Blake managed it by leaping over the coffee table and diving into the seat beside me, slinging his arm over the back of my chair.
“Sweet, sweet victory,” he sighed as Kyan fell down on my other side with a note of laughter, his thigh butting up against mine.
They were both seriously up in my space and the animal inside me was purring happily. The alcohol was dulling my voice of reason as I eyed their muscles and bad thoughts slipped into my mind.
“My turn.” Blake pushed his fingers into my hair and goosebumps tumbled across my flesh. “I dare you to make Saint get into your favourite sexual position with you.”
I snorted a laugh, looking over at Saint who narrowed his eyes.
“It’s not breaking the rules.” Blake tossed a cushion at him which he deflected with his forearm before moving to stand and gesturing for me to get up with his chin. How does he manage being bossy without saying a single word?
I got to my feet, moving toward him while his eyes slid down my body appreciatively then I leaned up and whispered my favourite position in his ear. His arm slid casually around me, pulling me closer and my heart hammered at his touch.
He grabbed my hips suddenly, shoving me down on the table and I gasped as he caught my ankle and hooked it over his
