Carla shrugs. “We got the dares online.”
Unable to resist, I mutter, “I have a dirty fantasy. It involves tape and Carla’s mouth.”
An image involving Carla, rope, and tape flashes through my mind, causing an unexpected wave of heat to rush through me.
What the fuck was that?
I clear my throat as Forest snorts. Pouring myself some whiskey, and as I take a sip, Carla looks at me. “Yeah? You don’t want to hear mine.”
Finally, something we can agree on.
Lifting my chin, I pin her with a stare. “Let me hear it.”
“It involves you having three Adam’s apples,” she sasses me.
It actually makes the corner of my mouth lift. I’d rather take Carla’s threats over her flirting with me.
Carla gets to go first, and she sinks the ball, making my eyebrow lift. She lets out a happy shriek next to me.
Forest reads the dare then asks, “So, I have to do whatever Aria tells me?”
“Pretty much,” I murmur. “Or you can drink.”
Forest takes the dare, and when he throws the ball, it misses. “What now?”
“You both drink,” Carla grins at them. They each down a shot of whiskey.
When it’s my turn, I sink the ball. Aria checks the dare, and then she lets out a snort of laughter. “Act out your three favorite sex positions, roles reversed.”
I let out a bark of laughter. “This is going to be good.” When Aria begins to act out the positions, I crack up with laughter. It’s funny because she’s half the size of Forest.
Carla wipes tears from her face. “I wish I could’ve recorded that. Best ever.”
Aria gets the ball in, and she and Forest high five each other.
I pick up the cup and read the dare. “Aww, fuck,” I mutter. “Let your partner cut off your shirt.” I glance at Forest and Aria. “I fucking love this shirt.”
Carla surprises me by saying, “I’ll let you change into one you’re not too fond of.”
Not giving her a second to change her mind, I say, “Be right back.” I rush to my room and change into a plain white shirt. When I get back to the kitchen, I give Carla a look of warning. “Don’t stab me.”
Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Carla might just take the chance and bury the scissors in my gut.
“Damn, there you go and ruin it for me,” Carla mutters while she gets the scissors from a drawer.
There’s a mysterious gleam in her eyes, which I don’t like one bit. I watch her closely as she takes hold of my shirt, and then she cuts right through it.
I’m just about to let out a sigh of relief when she sets the scissors down, but then she looks up at me and moving her hands under the fabric, her palms glide over my skin as she pushes the shirt off.
An unwelcome burst of desire courses through my body, and reaching for my drink, I take a huge gulp.
Don’t go there, Noah. Carla is way too innocent.
Feeling uncomfortable, I try to focus on the game, but then Forest gets a ball in one of the cups, and when a smile spreads over Carla’s face, I know I’m in deep shit.
I hold my breath while I wait for her to read the dare. “Fake an orgasm with your partner.”
At least it’s not a kiss or anything physical we have to act out.
Or so I thought.
Carla turns to me, and she comes to place her hand on my shoulder. She lifts herself on her toes, and when I feel her breath flutter over my ear, my body reacts in a way I never expected it to. My cock goes from minding his own business to taking notice of Carla’s body so close to mine.
Then she lets out a moan that has my heartbeat speeding up, “God, Noah… Harder.”
Fuck.
“Ah… ah… yes, right there.” Carla presses her body tightly against mine, and my hand instantly grabs hold of her hip.
I can feel her body’s heat through our clothes. Every curve press against me, and it confuses the hell out of me because I’m not into inexperienced women. Especially not in the bedroom.
She lets out a breathy moan, “Ah… God, I’m going to come…”
Images of Carla in the bikini that didn’t cover much, begin to flash through my mind, and then it leads straight to flashes of her quivering on my bed.
Yes… Fuck, Noah.” My mouth dries up, and I swallow as my cock reacts, hardening at the speed of light.
Fuck. This is Carla. Don’t go there.
And then she lets out a fucking cry that has my cock straining against the zipper to get to her and my hands itching to explore her curves. There’s a burst of desire to dominate her, and I struggle to breathe through the overwhelming feeling as Carla pulls back.
She gives me an I-told-you-so look, then says, “You can wipe the drool off your mouth. The show’s over.”