Page 54 of Shattered Veil
“How about a little game to take your mind off things?” I suggest.
“What kind of game?”
“Truth or dare,” Rory says with a wicked grin.“But with a twist.”
“What’s the twist?” Brigid asks, her voice breathy.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear.“Every time you choose‘truth’, you have to remove an article of clothing.”
Brigid’s eyes widen.“And if I choose dare?” Brigid asks, her voice husky.
I smirk.“Then we get to decide what you take off.”
She angles her head and her eyes narrow.“That hardly seems fair. Weird game.”
“Who said anything about fair?” I trace my fingers along her collarbone.“But if it makes you feel better, we’ll play by the same rules.”
Finally, she nods.“Okay. I’m in.”
“Excellent,” Rory grins, rubbing his hands together eagerly.“Who wants to go first?”
“Ladies first,” I say, gesturing to Brigid.“Truth or dare?”
She takes a deep breath.“Truth.”
Rory’s eyes gleam.“Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about one of us?”
Brigid’s face turns maroon. She looks down, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.“Yes,” she admits softly.
“Which one of us?” I press.
She glances up, meeting my eyes.“All of you.”
The blood rushes to my crotch at her admission.“Good girl,” I purr.“Now, take off your shirt.”
“I still don’t get these rules,” she says. With trembling fingers, Brigid grasps the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulls it over her head. Her breasts are lifted by a sheer bra, her skin flushed and glowing in the low light.
Brigid’s blush deepens as our eyes roam over her exposed skin.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. Rory nods in agreement, his eyes dark with desire.
“Your turn, Callen,” Tiernan says, his voice husky.
“Dare,” I say with a smirk.
Rory grins.“I dare you to kiss Brigid. And make it good.”
“What are we—teenagers? What kind of dare is a kiss?” I scoff. But I turn to Brigid, ready to make it good, and cup her face in my hands.“May I?” I ask, roleplaying a gentleman. She nods, her lips parting slightly in anticipation.
I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. She tastes of wine and strawberries. My tongue traces the seam of her lips and she opens for me with a soft moan. I explore her mouth thoroughly, crushing her lips with mine, then gently bite her lower lip and draw it out.
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing heavily. Brigid’s lips are swollen, her eyes glazed.
“Fuck,” Rory breathes.“That was hot.”
“Brigid’s turn again,” Tiernan says.
“But I just went,” she argues.“That’s not how—”
