Her cheeks reddened and she rested her hand on Hunter, absently petting him. “Truth.”
“What’s under the robe?”
My teeth involuntarily sank into my lip at the way Reagan’s lashes lowered and her smile turned playful. Watching her cross her legs, I groaned under my breath and drained my beer.
“Not a lot.” She looked at me. “August. Truth or dare.”
“Dare.” I sat forward to put my empty bottle on the coffee table and saw her eyes linger on my arms.
“Lose the shirt.”
It did wonders for my ego to see her hold her breath when I stood up and pulled my shirt off. Tossing my uniform top to the floor, I sat back down, still in my undershirt, and grinned. “Truth or dare, Rea.”
She scrunched up her nose and pouted at me before answering. “Truth.”
“Have you ever been with multiple men at the same time, other than us?”
She shook her head. “Never.”
Charlie shifted in his seat and I knew he was just as affected by the admission as I was.
“Truth or dare, Charlie.”
“Dare.”
“Lose all your shirts.” Reagan cut her eyes at me and then watched as Charlie stripped his shirt off. Licking her lips, she blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Yeah, okay. Alcohol not required, apparently.”