As we headed back to the party, we heard everyone chanting
Jake’s name. A group had formed around the picnic table on the deck where Jake
and Charlie, a friend of theirs, were playing a drinking game.
Charlie looked pretty bad while Jake looked like he was just
getting started. They pushed back a shot each and turned the cup upside down on
the table. Jake had a sizable shot glass pyramid in front him while Charlie’s
was just growing. I could tell Charlie wasn’t Jake’s first opponent.
“Dude, you suck! But in a good way.” Charlie reached over to
grasp hands with Jake.
Everyone laughed, and Jessica shouted, “Jake wins again!”
She pulled his arm up to show him off as champion then bent
down to give him a kiss. The inside of my mouth turned to copper. But as she
closed in, he blocked her face with his hand and shook his head. My stomach did
cartwheels!
Jessica frowned but tried to act like nothing happened.
“WHO SHALL BE THE NEXT CONTENDER?” Sam North growled into
the crowd, lifting his arms up over his head like Rocky on the Philly Art Museum
steps. His silver studded belt glinted in the firelight, and his wrists were
covered in leather and silver bands.
Sam was always brave and outspoken, always going for what he
wanted. I wished I could be more like him; Julia and I were still trying to
find our secret formulas or mojo or something to help us hit our targets.
“I’ll take him on.”
Wow! That was one way to get noticed. All eyes fell on me.
Damn, people—look away!
Jake looked at me like he must have heard me wrong.
“Jeesh, you guys, it’s a game not a rite of passage. Let’s
just have a little fun.” As soon as I said it, Jake almost cracked a smile.
I sat down opposite him and got ready.
I cocked an eyebrow and tried playing it tough. “So what’s
the drink?”
“It’s been vodka, but I know you hate that, so how about
rum?”
Did he know his eyes ignited every part of me? He didn’t
even have to try.
“Let’s put a spin on it,” Jules chimed in. “If she needs a
break she can tag me.”
Laughter ensued. Jules was not known for holding her liquor.
“Hey she’s not a pansy-ass!” I defended. “She’s my second. I
don’t mind the handicap.”
I saw Nate walk over to the DJ, who looked like he was
facilitating the game, and said something to him.
Jake hadn’t taken his eyes off of me since I’d sat down.
The DJ announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, since we’re dealing
with little sisters we’ll be toning down the questions a notch.”
I groaned as everyone around us laughed. Meanwhile Jake’s
expression never changed.
I leaned back into Jules. “Questions?”
“It’s a truth or dare game,” she whispered in my ear. “I
thought you knew.”
Fuck. Me.
The DJ put on Earshot’s “Wait,” and Drew came up with a
bottle of rum and filled each of our shot glasses.
“First question goes to the lady,” The DJ announced. I
panicked. I didn’t even know the rules! “Name three things that make you go
weak at the knees.”
Easy, Jake, Jake and Jake. “Brown eyes, tattoos and muscular
arms.”
The crowd whooped and whistled, and I was sure a small smile
came through Jake’s tough exterior. He picked up his shot while penetrating me
with my favorite warm, deep brown eyes in the world and tossed his head back
before adding his glass to his pyramid. He was in nothing but a t-shirt, and I
had never seen the tats that now decorated his arms. I wanted to move closer to
examine them and ask him what each meant, but the DJ threw me when he said,
“Our champion’s question is … Imagine you have two hours left to live. You get
to spend those precious hours with the lady of your dreams. What would you do
to her?”
Holy hell!
At this, the crowd went wild. I was sure every girl was
swooning. If these were the toned down questions, I wondered what the regular
questions were like. I was already feeling all hot and bothered and he hadn’t
even answered the question yet.
“I’d touch her so sensually, so artistically, I’d make her
forget any man she ever had before me. I’d slide my lips across her ear and
bite the flesh there before I trailed the vein of her neck with hot kisses and
nips from my teeth, all while I buried my hands in her long, thick raven hair.”
He’d just described my hair. I hoped no one noticed the blood rushing into my
face as he continued, “I’d follow that path all the way to her most intimate
places and do the same there until she begged me for release, but I wouldn’t
give it to her just yet.” As Jake went on with his description, his eyes
followed along my body until he reached the table—Mr. X-Ray vision was at a
loss. Nope—he just kept his eyes on the table in the exact space that hid me
from him and used his imagination. All my nerves fired like it was Chinese New
Year.
I picked up my shot and saluted him. I was a mess. I downed
the shot, flipped over the empty glass and put it on my loser’s pyramid. My
face must have been as red as an apple.
“Ooooo-kay! Very descriptive. Good show.” The DJ put on
Black Keys before announcing, “Now, ladies and gents, we have bets rolling on
this next question.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Will our girl give up her
truth or forfeit and drink her shot?” The crowd clapped and shouted, and terror
shot through me.
“Describe the undergarments you’re wearing right now.”
The guys in the audience whistled and the girls oohed.
This one was kinda easy. “I’m not.”
Jakes eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth tugged up.
Damn, I was embarrassed and knew my face had gone through
all kinds of shades of red, but I was still in the game. Jake took the shot and
held his gaze away from mine for a moment. I was hoping he had to recuperate
just as much as I did.
“Jake, it falls back to you. What is your favorite sex toy?”
The crowd shouted excitedly and offered a few ideas of their
own, but Jake answered, “Handcuffs.”
Handcuffs!?
Drew filled my glass and I promptly emptied it, thinking
about Jake having me in handcuffs, doing everything he’d just described. The
combined effect of that hot fantasy and the alcohol made the space between my
legs start to sizzle. So much so that I had to rearrange the way I was sitting.
When the crowd calmed it was my turn again.
“We have a fun situation having two opponents of the
opposite sex. So to spice it up, this next dare is that Olivia has to act as if
she’s having an orgasm and cry out Jake’s name as she does it.”
The level of rowdy went from five to ten faster than a V8 engine
can go from 0 to 60.
Allie Juliette Mousseau writes sexy, emotionally-charged New Adult and Adult Romance in a variety of genres and temperatures.
She also creates captivating YA worlds through the magic of ink.
Check out Allie's music soundtracks for the True North Novels on Amazon and YouTube!
She can always be found writing, playing in puddles with her children, hiking with her husband, or adventuring somewhere in the world. Her favorite place to write on warm days is outdoors, but when the weather gets too cold, she'll be inside at her desk inspired by the mountain view from her home office in Montana where she lives with her loving husband, children, and golden retriever.
She loves to travel and lived for three years in her RV with her family while visiting the national parks and forests of the U.S. and a couple Canadian provinces.
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