Page 67 of Uncharted

“It’s my spot.”

“Who are you? Sheldon from theBig Bang Theory?”

“Yeah.” Calvin wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Spin the bottle, Chiefie. I’ve got ideas.”

Chapter30

Message in a Bottle

Sam

The bottle spins slowly, and fuck if it doesn’t land on me again. I stare at the bottle and then glance up at the naked engineer. He’s focused on Haley, with a shit-eating grin on his face. It’s like he’s asking her how hard he can go. Her eyes flick to the floor and then back to Calvin’s face. She gives the slightest of nods. And fuck me. She’s given him permission to do his worst—or best. I guess that depends on whose perspective I look at it from.

My heart thuds, smacking against my ribs. Am I really going to go down this path? I want her. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life. When I was with my ex, we didn’t even hold hands in public. This is another level.

Calvin’s hanging on to the beam in the ceiling, naked. Then again, he played football. He’s used to being naked in front of other guys. Damn, I’m not shy, I’ve never been shy, but this is more than I ever thought I’d do. I’m not one to back down, though.

What am I doing?I’ve never succumbed to peer pressure before, never drank until I was... well, I was nineteen, but that was old by the standards of my neighborhood. I’ve never done drugs. But fuck. Haley’s a drug. She is the most amazing kind of drug. And I’m addicted.

“Sam.” Haley’s blue eyes light up the room. “Truth or dare?”

Shoulders back—I’m not taking the easy way out. “Dare.” My heart thuds in my ear, and I stare at Calvin’s face. His eyes flick to mine and back to Haley.

“Right, okay,Sam,” Calvin stresses my name. “Drop your pants and sit in the chair in the middle of the circle.”

My forehead furrows.

“Calvin?” Haley whispers.

“What, Chiefie? He wants to play, he needs to follow the rules.”

Dante chuckles, reclining on the floor next to me. “You going to spell out the rest, Green? Or are you letting Sassy take the lead?”

Calvin gives half a shrug, and Haley’s eyes are glued to his abs. She shifts back and forth on her heels, then sucks in her lips, thinning them. That pink bra of hers doesn’t cover much.

“You want to play, don’t you, Sam? I mean, if you don’t want to, I’ll take your torture for you,” Dante bellows. “He hasn’t spelled it out, but?—”

“No offense, Sam, I’ll take your place.” Easton wiggles his eyebrows at me. He holds on to his glass of amber liquid.

“Same,” Zane says.

I unfurl and stand tall, every vertebra in my spine clicking into place. With slow steps, I move to the chair. Locking eyes with her, I unfasten my belt, let my pants drop to the floor. I’ve had plenty to eat, but I’ve lost weight since the whole thing went down. I’m not ashamed of my body. I’m lean, fit. But I’m also not twenty-five anymore.

Calvin whispers in Haley’s ear but it’s loud enough for me to hear. She nods. Her blue eyes sparkling.

“Shirt, too,” Haley says. Her eyes travel the length of my legs. She inches closer to me. I’m not afraid. I want this. I’ve dreamed for months of her touch. Crazy, that’s what this is, but I want to do it. I need to do it. It’s not much of a dare, having the woman I’ve been thinking about for what feels like eternity take my dick in her mouth. Yeah, but then I wasn’t thinking it would be in a circle of her other boyfriends.

“You heard Little Bird. Don’t be slow.” Zane cocks his head at me.

I pull the hem of my shirt over my head and let it drop behind me. Haley’s got the cutest little smile on her face. And all I’ve got on is my underwear.

She steps closer, latching her fingers around my neck as she leans in, her warm breath soft on my ear. “You okay?” she whispers.

“Better than okay.” I take her lips in mine and kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm. She tastes of chocolate and?—

“Sit, Sam,” Calvin barks.

Haley breaks the kiss. Her eyes are dilated, and through her pink bra, her nipples are hard. I sit on the Italian leather dining chair that’s become the center of the circle. My brother Charlie once did modeling for art students at the local college. He said you get so used to taking your clothes off that you forget about it. When there are dozens of eyes staring at you, it helps to pick one person to look at. But then, Charlie also took home plenty of art students to his boat for a private session.

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