“You look calmer now.” He squeezed my side, pulling me into him. I turned my head to face him, meeting his chocolate-brown gaze. “I am, thank you. Are you having fun?” His eyes locked on mine for a moment before answering.
“Anywhere you are is fun, Charlie.”
I stared at Drake, close enough to feel his warm breath on my face. His eyes searched mine, looking for permission, the tension between us thick. My nipples hardened and I felt my arousal soaking my sex. I needed this man, and I needed him tonight. “Kiss me, Drake,” I whispered, twisting toward him and bring up a hand to wrap around the back of his neck. He obliged instantly, crashing his lips to mine. I moaned, my fingers playing with his hair as his other arm wound around me. I felt two hands grip my hips from behind and smelled Liam’s cologne as he leaned into me, running his tongue down my neck.
“I see you two began without me,” he mumbled against my neck, the sensation of both their mouths driving me wild. Liam bit and sucked at the skin of my neck, while Drake’s tongue battled with mine. Every nerve ending in my body was alive, electric with lust. I broke away, breathless. “I need you to–”
“Time for a game!” Olivia cried, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the bar cart. She sat down in the middle of the floor, curling her long legs beneath her, and gestured for all of us to do the same. Liam, Drake, and I stared blankly at her for a moment, our chests rising as we fought to catch our breath.
“Seriously, Livvy?” Drake called to her, his hands still clutching me to his body. Olivia turned her head to him, fire in her eyes. “Call me that again, Walker, and your dick will be out of commission for weeks.” Drake laughed and released me, ruffling Olivia’s hair as he passed her to sit next to Hana on the loveseat. “Empty threats, kid.” Olivia narrowed her gaze at Drake, pursing her lips but saying nothing.
“So what’re we playing?” Maxwell inquired, sprawling out next to Olivia on the floor. Liam and I joined them, sitting between Olivia and the small couch where Hana and Drake perched. I leaned back against the cool leather, next to Drake’s leg; he casually wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, stroking the skin with his thumb and making me shiver. Liam rested a hand on my knee, waiting for Olivia to fill us in on the evening’s entertainment.
“It’s something so easy, even Drake can understand the rules,” she smirked and opened the bottle in her hands, taking a deep swig. “Truth or Dare.”
Hana giggled next to Drake; the Chardonnay she’d been sipping had already gone to her head. “I’ve never played! Oh, this will be so much fun.” She leaned her head on Drake’s shoulder and crossed her legs, her tight, white dress creeping up; she was gorgeous and, for the first time, I wondered what Hana’s kisses would taste like.
“Okay, I’m starting,” Maxwell announced, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip. “Drake, truth or dare?”
Drake groaned and dropped his head against the back of the couch, jostling Hana beside him. “You know I hate this game. Why can’t we just drink like normal adults?”
“Some of us like to have fun, Drake,” Olivia replied dryly. “You should try it sometime.” A heated look passed between the two of them, secrets of a shared history flashing in their eyes. I only knew snippets about Drake and Olivia’s relationship, not really understanding the animosity between them. Liam always steered the conversation away from them when I’d asked; eventually I’d stopped inquiring, simply accepting that they just didn’t like one another. Seeing them together like this, however, I questioned if that was really the case.
“Truth, Max,” Drake called out, tearing his gaze away from the redhead. Maxwell grinned and handed over the whiskey, Drake eagerly taking a draw from the bottle.
“Excellent! Okay, Drake. How many women have you slept with?” All eyes swiveled to Drake, who groaned again. “I hate this fucking game so much.” His eyes closed as he thought for a moment. “Forty-three.”
Liam laughed beside me. “I’m sure I know at least forty of them.”
“That many women fell for your brooding commoner shtick?” Olivia snipped, shifting her body and laying her head in Liam’s lap. I drew in a sharp breath; had Liam told her I wanted to watch them together? My eyes flicked up to meet my husband’s and I saw desire flash in them as he remembered my breathless words from last night. He let a hand slip down to gently run his fingers through Olivia’s curls, keeping his eyes trained on mine. Drake narrowed his gaze at down at Olivia and took another sip. “Fine, Livvy,” he sneered. “Truth or dare?”
Olivia laughed at Drake’s attempt to rile her, stretching like a feline to rest her feet, clad in red Louboutins, in Maxwell’s lap. “Dare, Drake, just like always.”
“I dare you to put your mouth to good use,” Drake challenged, “and kiss one of us.” Olivia arched an eyebrow at him and rose from Liam’s lap. Reaching out, she took the bottle from Drake’s grip and wrapped her cherry-red lips around the top, the creamy white column of her throat on display as she swallowed. I felt my cheeks heating, that familiar ache between my legs. There was something about Olivia Nevrakis that screamed seduction and tonight I wanted to stand in her path.
She kneeled, surveying the circle. “Kiss anyone? Well, I suppose I should taste the one person in the room I haven’t yet.” In a flash, she was before me, reaching a hand out to brush a loose curl from my face. “You ready, Char?” she murmured, looking me in the eye. My breath caught as I met her gaze. Her question wasn’t just about the kiss; she was asking if I was ready to live this life, with these people. I gently brought my lips to hers, feeling the pillowy softness of her mouth as it slanted under mine.
A soft moan escaped Olivia and she deepened the kiss, her tongue tentatively coming out to meet mine. Twisting and curling, they wound around each other, languidly moving together while our mouths melded. I brought my hands to her hips, my fingers gently pulling her closer, and she caressed my face. The kiss lasted only a few moments before Olivia pulled back, softly kissing my lips again before settling herself back next to Liam.
My husband watched us hungrily, his pupils wide with lust. I noticed that our circle had gotten smaller, all of us inching in to be closer to one another. Maxwell now rested against the sofa beside me, his hand stroking the smooth skin of Hana’s calf. Drake had shifted so I now sat between his legs.
“That was fucking hot,” Maxwell remarked matter-of-factly. I blushed and looked down, a little shy and horny as hell.
“My turn now, I guess,” Olivia smiled and glanced around the circle. “Truth or Dare, Beaumont?” Maxwell grinned back at her and lifted Hana’s leg to rest on his shoulder, her knee bending so that the lower half draped down his chest. He softly rubbed her skin and replied, “Truth, Liv.”
“How many people in this room have you fucked?” Olivia’s eyes twinkled as her lips curled up. Maxwell cheerfully met her stare; nothing could ruffle him. “You already know the answer to that, Sweetheart,” he said.
She shrugged. “Perhaps, but not everyone does. Spill your secrets, little one.”
“Three,” Maxwell said. He took up the bottle and brought it to his lips. “Liam. Truth or Dare?”
My husband gestured to Maxwell to pass the whiskey, taking a long drink before answering. “Let’s try truth this time, Maxwell. Your dares often get me in trouble.” Everyone but Hana and I laughed, an inside joke from their years spent as a foursome. I couldn’t help but feel a sting of jealousy that they had such a history with one another. Trying to remind myself that we were now making new memories together, I grabbed the bottle from Liam to take a drink of my own, the liquid burning down my throat like fire to settle in my belly. Turning my focus back to the people around me, I watched Maxwell ponder his question, eyes narrowed as he thought.
“Got it! Okay, Liam. Choose a threesome, but you can’t include yourself.” Maxwell rubbed his hands together, excitedly waiting for an answer. Narrowing his eyes at Maxwell, Liam countered with a question of his own.
“Am I watching this threesome?”
Maxwell shrugged. “Sure, whatever, just pick three of us.”
Liam’s eyes looked around the room, surveying each of us. The room felt charged, as though this was suddenly more than a sexy game. Despite the pretense that we were all simply friends enjoying a night together, Liam was our king, and we were all obliged to bend to his will. I knew my husband, and could tell his selection would be intentional; this threesome would come to pass.
“Come,” Liam beckoned, pulling me from between Drake’s legs so that I was flush against his body. He stared into my eyes, asking without using words if I was okay. I gazed back intently, sending a silent promise that I was absolutely fine with whatever came out of his mouth. The others waited for Liam to speak, Olivia nestled against Maxwell, who still stroked Hana’s shin; the stakes of this game had been raised. Liam stood and pulled me up with him.
“Maxwell, Drake,” he began. “I know how well you can take care of a woman, making sure her desires are met before your own. I also know how honorable you are, and I trust both of you completely.” Liam paused and ran a hand up my bare back, cupping the back of my neck and shifting me so I stood in front of him, facing our friends and breathlessly anticipating what he would say next. He kissed the place where my neck met my shoulder, sending a tremor through me, and made his choice.
“I want you both to pleasure my wife.”