Page 101 of Twisted Heathens
Eli’s lips trail down my neck, causing a shiver to run through my body as we prepare for the final game. I shift on his lap, my ass grinding against the rapidly hardening lump in his ripped jeans. When his teeth nip my skin, a sigh escapes my lips, causing Phoenix to shoot us a heated look.
“Stop distracting me,” I complain.
Eli’s spare hand gently brushes over my breasts and I jump a little, promptly dying on the screen. Phoenix cheers and waves the controller over his head. The satisfied smile he shoots me is so fucking smug, I almost want to flake out on our deal just to wind him up.
“Who’s the cheater now?” I jab my finger at Eli behind me, trailing his fingers up and down my arm in a teasing rhythm. “No fair using him. That’s poor sportsmanship.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” Phoenix goads.
Clambering out of Eli’s lap with a huff, I snag a bag of chips and deposit myself back on Kade’s bed. Both guys watch me like hawks, the air suddenly heavy with sexual tension. Despite the stalemate between us all week after my little slip up with Hudson, their intentions are still far from honourable.
“So the question is, what do you want as your prize?”
I pop a chip into my mouth and watch as they silently confer, seemingly coming to a decision without uttering a single word. My pulse is racing, but I don’t let my excitement show. They aren’t the only ones that can play games.
“Play truth or dare with us,” Phoenix states, relaxing into the bean bag.
I shake my head, crunching through a mouthful of salty goodness. “You really are big kids, aren’t you? We’re not fucking teenagers at a sleepover.”
“Technically, I’m still nineteen, so there’s that. You really don’t have much of a choice, winners pick.” Phoenix eyes me up with a smirk, entirely too pleased with himself.
I flop onto my back, waving my hand for him to start. “Fine. I pick truth.”
“Let’s start simple. Favourite booze?”
“Tequila.”
“Food?”
“Sushi.”
Phoenix laughs. “Seriously? That fishy shit?”
“What? It’s good. There was a sushi bar across from the diner where I used to work.” I shrug, tossing the half empty chip bag aside. “Anyway, that’s two. My turn.”
He waits as I wrack my brain, curiosity burning. There are too many questions to count, so I settle for the most pressing. “What did Kade say to you last week?”
I almost don’t expect him to answer, but Phoenix doesn’t disappoint. “That you can sleep with whomever you please and it’s none of our business.”
“And what did you say?”
Phoenix waggles his finger at me. “Nope, that’s your lot.”
“Ugh, fine. Eli?” I pause, wondering how exactly to do this. “Dare?”
He nods simply, and I can’t help the smile that creeps onto my face. Rolling onto my side and propping my head up, I have the perfect viewpoint to observe them from. “I dare you to kiss Phoenix. No half measures either, I want to be entertained.”
Neither of them hesitates, magnetised to the other within seconds. The chemistry between them is electric as Eli grabs a handful of Phoenix’s midnight blue hair, yanking his face closer and positioning his body.
“Like this?” Phoenix simpers as Eli’s lips tease his jawline, working up to his plump, vulnerable lips. I watch the simple kiss with bated breath, my thighs automatically clenching together. The sight of them touching each other has me so fucking wet.
“Too nice,” I respond drily. “Come on, Eli, I know you give better than that. Kiss him like you fucking mean it and I’ll make sure your efforts aren’t in vain.”
Those brilliant green eyes flick to me, eyebrow raising in challenge. Before I can tease him further, he’s straddling Phoenix and kissing him hard enough to have my pussy quivering. Phoenix holds Eli’s narrow hips and kisses him back, their tongues tangling and hands exploring each other. By the time they break apart, I can’t sit still for a moment longer.
“More to your liking, Ma’am?” Phoenix asks.
They both turn to look at me, gazes loaded with pent-up desire and frustration, I clear my throat and nod once, not trusting myself to speak. They both settle into the bean bag together without separating. My eyes track Phoenix’s hand as it lands on Eli’s thigh, dangerously close to the bulge between his legs.
