Page 116 of Doubts & Fears

“Whoa,” a good-looking blond man said. I was holding out the beer for him, and his eyes were focused on my cleavage. I brought the bottle up in front of my chest so he would see it instead and shoved it toward him.

“Son of a monkey’s balls, Josh, I swear…” Roger trailed off when he realized why Josh had stopped playing.

“Roger, this is Kinsley. Remember I told you about her? She’s staying with us tonight. Josh is the one who can’t stop looking at your boobs, and the other nerd over there is Hudson,” Sarah said, taking my hand and leading me down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“Sorry about that,” she murmured. She disappeared and came back with a pair of shorts and a large T-shirt. It looked like one of Roger’s.

I changed, removing Ivan’s blade and putting it in my purse. She then dragged me back out into the living room. As the guys played, I sipped my wine. I wondered what the Kings were going to do when they realized I’d left. Feeling a small twinge of fear, I consoled myself that they didn’t know where I was.

My pussy clenched as I thought about the last time I left without permission. Thinking about the spanking they’d given still made me tingle. Alek’s fingers felt so good on me after. Damn, I wanted that again. Sighing, I downed the rest of my wine. Pathetic was what I was. Pinning for a man who I meant nothing to.

“Let me get you some more,” Sarah offered.

She got up and went into the kitchen. Josh was staring once more, and he moved from the chair he was in and sat next to me on the couch. “So how do you know Sarah?”

“Dance class,” I muttered.

Sarah came back with the bottle. “Babe, we should play Cards Against Humanity.”

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m getting off the game to play that. Now, if you want to do strip poker or truth or dare, we can talk.”

“Fine, Kinsley and I are game.”

I about choked. “Umm, I’m good. I think I prefer to watch him play Call of Duty.”

Sarah whispered something in his ear, and he rushed to turn the game off. “Remember, you promised, and I’ll hold you to it,” he said before turning to me. “All right, you’re our guest. You get to pick, strip poker, or truth or dare.”

I looked at Sarah. She was practically begging me with her eyes. It couldn’t be anything like game night with the Kings, but to be sure, I asked.

“Yeah, we don’t have that sort of deck.” Sarah laughed.

“Very well, I suck at poker, so truth or dare.”

Sarah squealed and ran off.

Roger shuffled the deck and told us the rules. “Each card has a truth and a dare on it. Once you pick a card, you will complete it fully, so if the first round you choose to do the truth side, the next one, you will do the dare. If you refuse, then you have to remove an article of clothing.”

“I thought you said it was different,” I mumbled to Sarah.

“It is, I promise. Trust me.”

True to her word, the first few cards were harmless, nothing overly sexual, so I relaxed and enjoyed myself. I was starting my third glass of wine when I picked my next card up from the pile. Staring at it, I groaned. Sarah smiled mischievously. And that was when I noticed the set of cards had been changed out.

“Come on, what’s it going to be first, the truth or the dare?” she teased, while everyone laughed.

“I’ll go with the truth, but I can’t believe I’m going to answer this.”

“You don’t have to answer. You could remove your shirt or your shorts,” Josh said, staring.

I cleared my throat. That wasn’t happening. “Have you ever participated in impact play? If so, did you like it, and if you haven’t, would you consider it?” I met his eyes and held his gaze, before answering, “Yes, I have, and yes, I did.” The room erupted in a slew of comments from all the men.

“You bitch. With Alek?” Sarah exclaimed, wanting to know the details. I buried my face in the couch cushion to hide my embarrassment.

Josh’s turn was next. “Kiss the person on your left for two minutes.”

I was only vaguely paying attention, so I was startled when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was soft, and he was a little hesitant. He pulled back, testing me, so I leaned in further. He then kissed me more passionately, alternating between being gentle and demanding.

Breaking away for a second, he whispered, “Damn, girl, you can kiss,” before his tongue pushed through my lips once more.

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