“I’m not judging, or anything!” I say quickly. “It’s just… weird to think of, I guess. I don’t think I’d like someone I was dating to get with other women.”
Mostly because I’d definitely just get dropped immediately. I have a great track record for rejection. If I agreed to share a guy with multiple women, I’m sure I’d be out on the pavement so fast I’d find asphalt up my ass-crack.
“I’d never ask you to share us, sugar,” Cyrus purrs, picking up his glass. I swallow, my heart pounding faster in my chest.
“How about we make it easy?” Jack asks, leaning back. “It’s your turn, I think. Truth or dare?”
I think of Cami’s formula. “Truth,” I say quickly.
“You’re really gonna wanna pickdareon this one, babe,” Cyrus says lazily, swilling his wine in his glass.
“Uh. Okay. Dare?”
Jack nods at his friend. “Kiss him.”
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My mouth drops open. “Wh-what?” I stutter.
Jack shrugs. Cyrus smiles, then lays his head on my shoulder. His hot breath steams against the curve of my throat. “You’re so cute when you blush,” he murmurs.
My head is spinning. “Right now?”
“Are you more of a third-date kiss kind of girl?” He strokes a finger under the strap of my dress. “That’s okay. I don’t mind.”
“But I—”
I snap my mouth shut. Why am I protesting? Iwantto do this. Cyrus looks at me, his eyes crinkling, light from the electric candles shimmering over his face.
Shutting down the little voice niggling in the back of my brain, I lean forward and kiss him.
He kisses me back immediately. His lips are hot and soft, and they taste like the sweet wine he’s been drinking. The flavour is intoxicating. I twist my fingers into his collar, pulling him closer, and he groans into my open mouth. His tongue flickers against mine, slipping between my lips. What started as a gentle peck soon devolves into a slow, fiery makeout session, our bodies pressing together.
When I pull back, I’m gasping, like I’ve just been dragged out from underwater. My skin is hot and shivery. Blood is pounding almost painfully between my legs. I’m gripping the front of Cy’s shirt like it’s a life-ring keeping me afloat.
I lean back slowly and turn to Jack. He’s frozen, holding his wine glass half-way to his lips. His blue eyes are dark, his pupils blown. Our gazes meet, and he licks his lips, setting down his glass and shifting uncomfortably. My eyes flick down to his crotch, widening at the very notable bulge in his pants.
He really wasn’t kidding. This gets him off. Holy shit.
Without thinking, I crawl forward and press my lips to his, kissing him hard. He tenses against me, his arms automatically coming to draw me into his lap. We kiss deeply, passionately, our tongues swirling hotly against each other.
Behind me, I feel Cyrus’s hands stroking my hips. Sliding up my arms. Tracing the thin straps of my dress. My breasts feel full and swollen and achy, and I sigh with relief as Cyrus tugs the neckline of my dress down, letting them spill out over the top. His thumbs pinch my scrunching nipples, rolling them and tugging them away from my body, and it feels so good I moan, my hips jerking against Jack’s rock-hard erection. Heat pools in my core, and I pull away gasping, clamping my thighs together under my lace dress. I’m so turned on I can’t even sit still.
Jack smiles at me, his cheeks pink. I stare back at him. I don’t know what to do next.
“You want more, honey?” Cyrus asks by my cheek, his voice deepened to a low rasp. His fingers trail gently over my skin, tugging my dress back into place.
You shouldn’t,a voice whispers in the back of my head.This is going too far.
But why, though? I want to do this. And I am so sick of being the good girl. Always worried about being liked. Always being polite.
“Yes,” I whisper, honestly. I think I’m going to spontaneously combust if someone doesn’t touch me soon.
Apparently, that’s all Cyrus was waiting for. Without another word, he slips his arms around me and stands, lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all. “Are you a gymnast, or something?” I ask, clinging to his neck as he carries me into the hallway, kicking open the door to Jack’s room.
He laughs. “What?”