Page 80 of Taken By the Pack

Jake’s watching us from the counter, arms crossed. “You sobering up?”

“Getting there.”

He grins and reaches under the counter, pulling out a bottle of tequila. “Then let’s fix that.”

Ash laughs, grabbing glasses. “I like how you think.”

We settle in the living room. Jake pours, and we drink. The warmth spreads slowly, loosening my limbs, making everything a little softer around the edges.

“Game time,” Jake announces.

Ash raises a brow. “Strip poker?”

Jake shakes his head. “Too slow.” He turns to me. “Truth or dare?”

I smirk. “Dare.”

His grin sharpens. “Kiss Ash.”

I barely hesitate before leaning over, pressing my lips to Ash’s. It’s soft, teasing. He deepens it, his hand sliding to my waist. When I pull back, he’s smirking.

“My turn,” Ash says. “Rowan, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Rowan says without missing a beat.

Ash’s eyes glint. “Lose the shirt.”

Rowan just shrugs, grabbing the hem and yanking it off.

He grins. “Jake, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Rowan leans in, whispering something in his ear. His grin widens before he grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap.

Jake’s hands rest on my hips, fingers sliding under my dress. “You good?”

I nod, my breathing a little unsteady.

Jake kisses me—slow and deep, like he’s savoring it. I melt against him, fingers threading into his hair.

Ash watches, eyes dark. “My turn.”

He shifts closer, fingers brushing my inner thighs.

Rowan grins. “Dare?”

Ash looks at me. “Let me taste you.”

Heat shoots through me.

Jake’s grip tightens on my waist. “Shit.”

Ash doesn’t wait for an answer—he pulls me onto the couch, pushing my dress up and dragging my underwear down.

His mouth is on me before I can think, tongue stroking, teasing, until my hands are in his hair, my head falling back.

Jake watches, eyes hooded. Rowan laughs, stretching out beside us.

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