Page 50 of The Bro Pact
Kyle cringes as he downs both rapidly, sipping Coke as his chaser.
“Truth or dare,” he asks with a glassy-eyed stare.
“Truth,” I say, and Kyle catches me off guard with his question.
“How come you never told me you messed around with guys in high school?”
“It wasn’t a big deal.” I brush him off.
I mean, what kind of question is that?
“You keep saying that, but it kinda was,” Kyle counters, continuing to stare me down. “I never did anything like that.”
“No offense, Ky, but you’re kinda sheltered and kinda vanilla.”
Kyle huffs, sounding offended. “I amnotvanilla,” he argues, folding his arms across his chest, stretching the soft, torn fabric of his favorite T-shirt.
I raise a single eyebrow, challenging him to prove otherwise.
“Wejustrubbed our dicks together!” he protests. “And made out!”
“Okay, okay,” I chuckle. “Fine. But let’s take this game up a notch and add another category.Double dare. If you don’t do a double dare, you have to drink two shots instead of one.”
Kyle huffs, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.
“Prove to me you’re not vanilla and choose double dare,” I taunt.
“Fine.Double dare.”
“I double dare you to take your shirt and pants off and keep them off for the rest of the night.”
Kyle accepts the dare, sitting in nothing but his briefs. His abs bunch as he slouches comfortably.
He dares me to do the same thing, and I accept with a sigh.
“Boooring!” I whine, exaggerating the word. “Your turn.”
Kyle purses his lips and scrunches his brow like he always does when he’s annoyed at me and thinks I’m being an asshole. “Double dare.”
I think for a second, wanting to spice this game up a little. “I double dare you to stand up and mime a sex act. Show me your best moves, Ky. Show me how you used to fuck Marissa.”
I know he was a virgin before his ex; Kyle’s always been a good boy.
“Don’t talk about her.” He scowls, looking extra salty. “Double dare denied.”
Maybe I’m a little tipsy, and I probably shouldn’t have mentioned her like that.
Whoops.
“That’s two shots of whiskey,” I counter, knowing how much hehateswhiskey.
I really want to see his moves.
“Fiiine.I’ll do the stupid double dare.Whatever.” He rolls his eyes with a sly little half-smile. “If you really wanna see how I fuck that badly.”
I sputter, completely caught off guard by his dirty words as his tall, muscled body stands up from the camping chair in nothing but his briefs. He walks behind it, grabbing hold of each side, like he’s gripping a pair of hips. He begins to thrust into the backrest, picking up speed until he’s bouncing it against his groin somewhat aggressively.
Holy shit.
