Page 205 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Bruce settles on Avery’s lap, arching his back with an arm behind him to pull Avery’s head forward. Avery slides his hand up Bruce’s throat and grips his chin, angling his face away to kiss his neck. His other hand drifts to Bruce’s thigh, creeping across his noticeable bulge, and it’s then I decide to call his time.

“Time’s up.” I rasp and clear my throat. “You’re very talented, Bruce.”

He remains seated on Avery’s lap with the dirtiest smile.

“It’s not my first go round at lap dancing.” His gaze flits between me and Caleb. “Did you like it?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean…you…yeah.” Caleb licks his lips. “Hard not to.”

Bruce seems happy with his answer and kisses Avery. Slow, sensual, and perhaps inviting? If Caleb and I knew each other better and he was into it…yeah, I might take that invitation. They whisper to each other before Bruce takes the remaining shooter on the table and downs in easily.

“So, it’s my turn now, isn’t it?” He laughs, sexy and mischievous. “Caleb, truth or dare?”

Caleb shifts in his chair and glances my way. The pink flush to his cheeks and that look in his eye have me sitting up straighter. “Dare.” He says while holding my gaze, and Bruce chuckles low.

“You’ve got the spirit of the game, after all. Since this is your first real date, let’s make it memorable, yeah?”

“But like, nothing illegal.” Caleb clarifies, but his voice is calm. There are no nerves there.

“I dare you to take a body shot off your cute little bookstore owner crush. All clothes stay on and I choose the kind of shot.”

My entire body vibrates. Our shared shooter at the bar when we first got here was hot as hell. I don’t know what could top it but I’m in.

“Sure. I’ll do that if Mal is okay with it?”

“Yes! Uh, I mean, I don’t have an issue with it.”

Bruce and Avery flag down a waiter.

“Could we please have four Cocksucking Cowboys?”

Caleb coughs, and Avery howls with laughter.

“Would you like those with or without whipped cream?” The waiter doesn’t even bat an eye, much to Bruce’s disappointment.

“With, please and add a cherry, too.”

Caleb bites his lip, and I lean over. “I’ll help you with the whipped cream again if you’re nervous. It’s not a hardship. Believe me.”

“Oh, you’ll be helping me. I have ideas.”

Caleb’s voice oozes desire and, fuck me, if I wasn’t attracted to him before, I sure as hell am now. He’s perfected the whole fuck-me-now look and after Bruce’s lap dance, he’s more keyed up than any of us.

I wonder how long the taxi will take to get us home and if they’d mind our making out in the back seat the entire way.

“Here you are, fellas.” The waiter drops four shot glasses, all with whipped cream and cherries on top. “Four Creamy Cocksucking Cowboys. Bottoms up.” He looks around the table. “Or whatever it is you all decide. Have a good night.”

Caleb leans forward, taking the shot with the most whipped cream.

“Is this a timed event, Bruce? Or can I go at my own pace?”

“You do what you need to. We have all night.”

“Good, I don’t plan to rush.”

He looks at me again, and I want to melt into a puddle.

“Bottoms up, Mal. Or should I say, hands behind your back?”

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