“This bottle of vodka,” Alex says, thinking on his feet and placing a small bottle on the table.
It’s not really a threat—Bri could probably drink that bottle for breakfast and barely feel the effects, but I’m not about to tell any of them that.
“Fine. Do your worst. Show me just how much I’m missing without you, babe.”
“Finally,” Alex barks. “We get to see how little game our boy has.”
Everyone ignores him. I’m pretty sure that’s because everyone here knows just how much action Nico manages to get himself. I can’t imagine he’s one to keep his conquests to himself.
“You think she’s going to beat him, Demon?” Toby asks, copying Nico’s move and dipping his face to my neck.
The heat of his tongue burns up the side of my throat before he sucks on the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear as he once again ups his attention on my pussy.
“God. Toby,” I groan. “You need to let me come.”
“I will, baby,” he promises, his teeth grazing my skin hard enough to leave marks.
I’m too lost in him and everything he’s doing to me to pay any attention to what Nico is doing to Bri, which is probably a good thing.
“Shit. Toby, please.”
“Shh, Demon. Unless you want everyone watching you.”
Ripping my eyes open, I find that no one is looking at us. Actually, it’s only Alex and Calli who are watching anything, because while Nico continues to kiss across Bri’s chest, both Emmie and Theo, and Stella and Seb are lost in their own little worlds.
Not caring about everyone around him, Nico pops open the buttons on Bri’s blouse, exposing her bra beneath.
Her chest heaves as he continues, dipping his tongue into her cleavage, but apart from that, she’s frozen, her eyes fixed on the house in front of her.
“Come on, Siren, you know you want to beg me for more. You’re desperate for me to suck on your nipples, lap at your cunt,” Nico growls shamelessly.
“Never,” Bri says, her voice flat and void of the desire that’s flooding her features.
“Hats off to her willpower,” Toby says. “He might have bitten off more than he can chew with that one.”
Alex smirks at the comment before Toby turns his attention back to me.
My eyes flutter closed once more just as Nico bites down on Bri’s nipple through the lace of her bra and a very obvious moan rips through the air.
My eyes fly open, and I immediately find a furious Bri pushing Nico off her and covering herself up.
“I fucking knew you couldn’t resist me, Siren.”
He stalks back around to his seat with a smug-as-fuck grin on his lips and tented trousers.
“We’ll finish what we started later,” he promises, blowing her a kiss and rubbing himself through his jeans like the dog he is.
“We still playing or what?” Alex barks when the couples continue to have their own private parties around him. “Hey.” Reaching over, he smacks Seb upside the head.“We’re playing a fucking game, man.”
“We’re here, dude. Chill the fuck out.”
“Aw,” Stella coos. “Alex is feeling all left out. Give him a cuddle and make him feel better, Cal.”
“Just spin the bottle, Siren,” Nico demands. “The sooner this game is over, the sooner I can make good on my promise.”
Toby pulls back on me once more, and my frustration shoots through the roof. My grip on his forearm tightens, my nails digging little crescents into his skin.
The second I see it’s landed on Calli, my mouth and general irritation about how Nico thinks he even stands a chance with Bri gets the better of me, and I blurt a dare out without really thinking it through.