Page 66 of Uncharted

I slowly stand up. “Thank you, Zane. I think?”

He winks at me, and I move the chair out of the way. I pick the bottle up from where I kicked it when Zane startled me. I clutch it to my chest.

“Spin the bottle, Haley.” Sam’s warm voice coats me with comfort.

“Okay.” My lips turn up in a smile. This is supposed to be fun. I can make this fun. I give the bottle a good turn. I haven’t had that much wine, but watching it makes me dizzy with happiness. I’m kind of both hoping for it to land on Sam and for it not to land on him. But it slows and lands on Calvin.

“Dare.” He nods and kills another bottle of beer.

“You don’t want to know what the truth is?” I cock my head at him.

“No, Chiefie. You can ask me anything you want in front of these clowns or in private any time you want. Dare.” He nods. His eyes tell me something different, though—his eyes tell me he wants to get his hands on me. And I’m hoping for the same thing. “Do your best, Morris.”

Zane laughs. “Right, then.” Zane paces around the circle, like he’s about to go into a round of duck, duck, goose. Heads turn and follow him.

Easton laughs. “Come on, Zane.”

“Right, it has to be balanced, fun for all but Green.”

“That is the general idea.” Dante grabs one of the cushions that was swept to the floor from the top of the piano and leans back on it. He looks like a Greek God.

“Maybe you should have taken the truth.” Sam’s laughing, his wineglass to his lips.

“You have to take Haley’s shirt off,” Zane says.

Calvin laughs. “Are you sure you know how this works?”

“Wasn’t done. With your teeth. And if you touch her with anything but your teeth, you have to strip and stand with your hands in the air until the bottle lands on you again.” Zane laughs. “And no help from you, Little Bird.” He points at me.

I nod. “Okay.”

Calvin’s green eyes flash at me. “You ready, Chiefie?”

“Sure.” I smile. “Do you want me to put my hands in the air?”

“Yes, please.”

I lean into him. His eyes are so compelling. “Stand still, Chiefie.”

“Did you set a time limit, Zane? For fuck’s sake, Green, hurry up,” Sam growls. All heads turn to him.

“I can understand your impatience, Sam. They are some superb tits.” Dante flips over to his other side, his fists on his head.

Calvin kneels and bites down on the hem of my shirt. He stands up with such force that my shirt is now around my eyes on one side. I can’t see much, just a bit of light through the right armhole. I put on a thin pink lace bra today, one I’ve been dying to take off. It’s not made for this kind of weather. But then, somehow I’m thinking I won’t have to worry about that for much longer. “Do you want me to?—”

His hair tickles my side. But that doesn’t count as touching, right? I’m not telling on him. Although, I do like looking at Calvin naked. He’s like a sculpture carved from marble. An oversized one.

There’s a tug on the folded bottom of my shirt, and he pulls it almost over my head, not quite letting me see. “Sit down, Chiefie. The chair’s behind you.”

I sink onto it.

“Put your arms up but bent.” His breath warms my wrist. And then he tugs it overhead and down the other side. I blink at the darkening room. The shirt hangs from the other arm. I’m expecting Calvin to bend down and tug it off, but he doesn’t. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him, taking me in a deep kiss. When his lips leave mine, I’m panting and I lean forward, following him.

“Fuck, Green, now we have to stare at your junk,” Easton groans.

“Worth it. I got to kiss our girl.” He’s stripping his clothes off. Shirt, pants, underwear are all gone. His hard cock points at me. He rests his hand on a beam on the ceiling, elongating his muscles. I’ve lost the ability to speak. “Look at her—she can’t take her fucking eyes off me.”

“You could have added that he couldn’t talk.” Dante lifts his head. “Why the hell did you decide to stand right next to me?”

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