***Reagan***
Myheartratewas probably nearing dangerous levels as I traced the contours of Charlie’s muscles with my eyes. My nerves were quickly fading.
“Your turn, Rea.” Charlie ran his hands down his abs and rested them on his thighs. “Want to be a little bold?”
I already knew what came next. I’d started it by demanding they undress. Sitting up straighter, I nodded. “Dare.”
“The robe has to go.”
August leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, those forest green eyes intense as they watched me. “You’re my best friend for a reason, man.”
I slipped the silky material off of one shoulder first and then the other, letting the robe catch on my elbows and revealing only the top curves of my breasts. Calling on confidence that I didn’t have, I stood up and let the robe fall to the floor. In the smallest lingerie set I owned, I stood before them basically naked and let them look their fill. I managed to stay still for a few seconds before dropping back to the couch and crossing my legs, even if I felt like hiding behind Hunter’s giant body.
Neither of them made a sound and when I finally forced myself to look up at them, I saw pure heat in their gazes. It was enough to force a blush over nearly my entire body, which they could of course see.
Clearing my throat, I grabbed a strand of my hair and tugged at it absently. “August. Truth or dare.”
“Dare.” His deep voice was lower than usual and when I met his eyes, he was issuing his own dare.
“Down to your underwear.” I licked my lips. “Please.”
Standing again, he never broke eye contact as he ripped his shirt off and then shoved his pants, boots, and socks off in one go. In just a pair of black briefs, he towered over the room looking like the cover of an erotic novel. His dog tags caught the light and shimmered against his strong chest. When he settled back in his chair, the tip of his powerful shaft stuck out of the waistband of his briefs, refusing to be kept hidden.
My mouth watered and I had a hard time dragging my eyes away from him. It wasn’t easy.
“Truth or dare, Reagan.”
Helplessly, I looked back at him and melted. “Dare.”
“Come and sit on the coffee table in between us. Legs open.”
I moved embarrassingly fast to comply with his command, even if I was burning from embarrassment at being so open and exposed. Settling my ass on the hardwood, I gasped at how cold it was. Sucking in a deep breath, I spread my thighs and tipped my head back in an attempt to regain some sense of control. “Charlie. Strip. Please.”
He stood up, his body so close to mine as he did as I asked. He didn’t wear underwear, apparently. He was suddenly naked in front of me, in all of his hard glory. Without touching me, he settled in his chair and dug his fingers into the arms. “What are the rules, Rea? How far is too far?”
I shook my head. “No rules.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to come on my face.” Going to his knees in front of me, he braced his hands on the table on either side of my thighs, still not touching me. “I dare you to spread these perfect fucking thighs and feed me what I’ve been craving for too long.”
My body reacted like lava had been flushed through my veins. I clamped my teeth down on my lip and nodded. Unsure of what to do, feeling too turned on to even move, I sat still until Charlie hooked his thumbs in my panties and started pulling them down. I lifted my ass and closed my legs so he could take them off and then he settled his wide shoulders between my thighs and looked up at me.
His dimples flashed momentarily before he pressed his hand to my chest, encouraging me to lie back. Then, he hooked my knees over his shoulders and growled. “Shit.”
I pressed my hands to the table and waited, pulse racing. I didn’t have to wait long. The moment Charlie leaned forward and licked the entire line of my core, I gasped. When he pressed his tongue deeper and stroked me from top to bottom, I gripped his hair and forgot that I’d ever felt self-conscious.
Charlie stiffened his tongue and drove it deep into me, fucking me with it. His groans of pleasure vibrated through me and when he centered his hot mouth over my clit and sucked, I screamed and yanked at his hair. He ignored me and went back to licking me like I was his favorite ice cream. His tongue dipped lower and he paid special attention to the puckered skin farther south before going back to my clit and twirling his tongue over it.
I came up on my elbows when he sucked down on my clit again, flicking his tongue over it at the same time. The sight of his head between my thighs was too much, paired with the pleasure, and I screamed my release. Legs shaking, core clenching, I went flat on my back as my orgasm released some of the tension I’d been carrying.
Charlie stroked me with his tongue several more times before moving back to his chair, leaving me sprawled out. When I finally sat up, I saw that August had a death grip on his chair and Charlie’s naked cock looked painfully hard.
I brushed my hair out of my face and sucked in air. “August.”
He sat forward. “Dare.”