“Sorry, sis, but being scared that we’re going to gang up on you is something a pussy would do.”
Tully’s eyes narrow and she sits up off my chest to glare at her brother. She sits forward, resting her elbows on her knees and gives her brother a look that I haven’t seen since high school. It’s the one that would have all the girls running scared and the boys dropping at her feet, and I don’t doubt that she hasn’t used it over the past four years. “You’re so fucking on, but you better be warned. I’m not holding back. I promise you, if you three make me do or say something that I don’t want to, you’re all going to pay.”
My dick practically jumps out of my jeans to say hello. How is it one fucking speech about taking me down gets me so hard?
Henley grins excitedly across the room at Tully as I slide down on the couch and adjust myself. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be sliding into my girl right now. Hell, I don’t even care if she’s pissed off. She can scratch those nails up and down my back for all I care, as long as I get a taste of that warm pussy again. I just had to go and tell her that the ball was in her court. She’s probably going have me waiting for years just to prove some kind of point. Even if she did though, I’d wait and I’d do it with a fucking smile on my face because she’s worth it.
Though, something tells me I won’t be waiting much longer, judging by the way she looked at me earlier. It’s as though she had figured something out or resolved something within herself because she went from cowering in the corner of the couch to holding my hand and allowing me to wrap my arms around her.
I’ve never been so fucking content.
I’m going to marry this girl one day and it’s going to be the best decision I’ll ever make. In fact, I’ve already made it. There’s no ‘umming’ and ‘ahhing’ over this one. She’ll be my wife just as I know that one day she’ll bare my children.
“Alright,” I grin across the room to Henley. “Who’s starting?”
“Fuck that. She’s not choosing. I’m first,” Tully declares, keeping her glare on her twin brother. “Noah. Truth or Dare?”
His eyes narrow right back on hers as they fight for the claim of who gets to be the superior twin. Noah will never stop until he claims the title and I’m pretty damn sure he only gets it because Tully usually grows bored of this game and gives in too quickly, and I have to say, I’m happy to see that some things never change.
Noah raises a brow. “Dare.”
There’s a slight lift in the corner of Tully’s lip that tells me Noah just played right into her hands. “I dare you to take your wife down to Kitty Kat’s Play House and have her pick out five different things of various siz-”
“Whoa. Hold it right there,” I say as my mouth drops. “How the hell do you know about Kitty Kat’s Play House?”
Tully turns to look at me with a sparkle in her eye. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she says with a wink.
Well, shit. I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow my dick is even harder. “Yeah, actually. I would.”
Tully rolls her eyes. “Kat comes and gets fresh flowers for her store nearly every day. Quit stressing. I haven’t turned into some wild, kinky nympho while you’ve been gone.”
“Can we get back on track here?” Henley says. “I’m intrigued by this dare.”
Tully grins. “Right. So, you need to go down to the Play House, find five different things. Could be handcuffs, a vibrator, it could be a twenty-inch, bright pink rubber dildo for all I care, but all five things need to be bought, tried, and tested.”
Noah grins. “Hell yeah. I’m down for this.”
“I’m not finished yet, brother dearest.” His face falls. “Henley will be choosing all five things and all five things need to be used on you in the one…how should I put it? Session?” She smirks devilishly at her brother with a cocked brow, letting him know that he chose today to fuck with the wrong girl. “Simply put, you’re going to let wifey go all ‘50 Shades’ on your ass.”
He shakes his head looking slightly horrified, but slightly intrigued. “No. Who knows what kind of shit she’ll choose.”
“I guess that’s the risk you have to take. I mean, you wouldn’t want to back out and have everyone know that deep down, you’re really just an insecure little pussy.”
“Screw you. You better hope that you don’t get me when your turn comes,” he warns, standing up and taking his wife with him. “We’ll be back, and when we are, you fuckers better be long gone because I’m not about to let my wife defile me while you two are sitting in the next fucking room.”