Anguish

Shit, I should have said truth.

Ash jumps in quick. “I dare you to go down and kiss Mack, right on the lips.”

My mouth drops open, “No way.”

“Then you gotta undress, which is going to leave you half naked,” Santana points out.

“I can’t . . .”

“Strip then, lady.”

Fuck.

I take another large drink of wine, emptying the glass. Then I turn, and the girls squeal with delight as I walk towards the stairs. My head is spinning and I’m feeling brave, thank God. I swing the door open and rush down. All the guys turn to me and their eyes widen. I don’t look, I just charge towards Mack who is watching me with a confused look.

I throw myself onto his lap, therefore presenting my ass cheeks to the rest of the guys, and I crush my lips down against his. This could go so bad, for one, he might throw me off his lap and make a fool of me. That wouldn’t be cool. His body is tense for so long I’m sure it’s about to happen. The girls are squealing and clapping at the top of the stairs, and I hear Marcus mutter, “Fuck, that’s a sweet ass.”

“Agreed,” Tyke says.

He’s not going to kiss me back. Shit, I’ve just a made a complete fool of myself and . . .

He kisses me back.

I didn’t think it could happen, hell, I didn’t think it would happen, but it’s happening. His mouth is moving against mine, his tongue is sliding between my lips and oh, God, his hand is on my ass. I mewl like a kitten, rubbing myself against him. The girls begin to whoop, and the guys start muttering profanities. God, Mack, he tastes like heaven and hell, all blended together in a destructive concoction.

He’s divine.

I pull back after a moment because if I don’t, I’m going to let him rip my G-string off and fuck me right there on the couch. I wouldn’t care, either. No, I’d probably let him do it. I slide off his lap, stare at his molten eyes, and then I turn and run up the stairs. When I reach the top, Santana grabs me and shakes me. “Oh my God, I think I wet my pants.”

“I did wet mine. Damn,” Ash breathes.

“I want to be kissed like that,” Pippa adds.

We all laugh again, and my head is swimming, my body deliriously happy. That was the best kiss of my entire life. We all head back into the living area, and I try to take Mack’s lips from my mind, but fuck, is it hard. He kissed like a damned pro. The best kiss I’ve ever had. I want more, oh yes, much more.

“Who is stripping?” Pippa asks.

I turn to Ash. “Get ‘em off, baby!”

She grins, and drops her tiny shorts, revealing a G-string also. We all whistle and laugh, just as the guys come up the stairs. They all stop, stare and their eyes—yes, all of them—turn to looks of pure, raw sex.

“What are you girls doin’?” Maddox says, his voice husky.

“Playing strip truth-or-dare,” Santana offers.

“We’re watchin’,” Krypt says, dropping to the couch and staring at Ash’s ass. “Actually, changed my mind. I’m takin’ you and fuckin’ you hard on the back of my bike.”

I burst out into a fit of giggles, and Ash slaps Krypt’s hand when it reaches up to her bare ass. “Oh no you don’t. We’re not done.”

“We’re watchin’ then,” he says, his eyes lusty.

Damn.

I avoid staring at Mack as all the guys sit down. This shit just got . . . real.

“You can’t watch,” Santana protests. “You have to play.”

“Fuck no,” Mack grunts.

I turn to him finally, and his eyes are on me. Shit. Oh, God. My cheeks go pink and I quickly turn away.

“Then you can’t watch,” Santana says, throwing her hands on her hips.

“Chante,” he murmurs. “I’m fuckin’ watchin.”

Oh, man.

“Fine,” Ash says, and we all move away from the living area. Tyke flicks on the ball game again, but we all know they won’t be watching it.

“Ash, you’re up again,” Santana grins.

“I’m picking truth this time,” she says.

“Oh, let me!” Pippa says and we all grin at her, happy to see her coming out of her shell.

“Have you had . . .” her cheeks go pink, and her eyes flick to Tyke, who is watching her. Oh boy. Sexual tension alert. “. . . sex on a bike?”

Ash’s face flushes and she looks to Krypt, who is grinning at her. “Answer the question, baby.”

“Yes, I have,” she squeaks.

We all clap and laugh, asking her details and getting some rather saucy ones that have Tyke muttering, “Fuck me.”

“Santana, get that top off woman,” Ash says, pointing to Santana.

Santana flicks her top off, leaving her in a bra. Her belly is slightly rounded, and we all say, “awww” at exactly the same moment.

“God, you guys are terrible.”

I grin. “Your turn. Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to go to the neighbor’s house, knock on the door in only that and ask for some sugar.”

“No way,” Santana cries, laughing.

“Then drop some more clothes.”

Her pants go next and Maddox’s eyes grow lusty. “Fuck.”

“Keep it in your pants, Hulk.” I grin at him.

He bares his teeth to me in that way he does, and I laugh softly.

“You’re up,” Ash says to me.