“I brought everything, and Jenna is setting it up now. Speaking of Jenna, she was asking about you and Alisha. Just a heads-up. Might want to clarify those boundaries with Alisha again.”
“Shit, I know,” I mumbled. I’d seen the look Jenna gave me earlier. I’m sure Alisha had probably been filled in on everything.
I’d put myself in a box by limiting my sexual encounters to Alisha and sometimes even Jenna, on rare occasions. The two were close friends, so it made sense she’d try to look out for her.
“Care to place a bet on how disappointed Sarah will be when she realizes Ivan won’t fuck her without a clean bill of health?” Nik pivoted, noticing my unease.
He was talking about our code, yet, at the same time, carefully crafting his question to be a reminder that he was his brother’s keeper. And that, in and of itself, was the greater reminder. He was looking out for me. This was the turmoil I’d put myself through. Here I was, ready to break all the rules we had in place, all for a tiny dancer.
We always insisted on full checkups, were regularly tested ourselves, and used protection every time. Hell, I often wouldn’t even fuck a girl unless she talked to Marcel to ensure she didn’t have trauma. That was part of the reason my playtimes were limited to Alisha and Jenna.
What was it about Kinsley that made me willing to go to the extremes and throw caution to the wind? Fuck, I needed my head examined. What was this girl doing to me?
It only took one fuckup to make me never want to encounter that again. Refusing to go down memory lane, I gripped Nik by the shoulders as we did whenever one of us needed either a reminder of our bond or to thank them for standing in the gap.
He nodded his understanding, and I went into the closet and changed into jeans and a T-shirt. I joined Nik and Ivan out in the front room, and shortly after, Sarah and Jenna arrived. Moments later, my phone pinged with a notification.
KINSLEY:
Truth or Dare, seems the lesser of two evils.
REAPER:
We shall see, won’t we? Your twenty minutes are up, by the way. Quit stalling.
“You’re so impatient.” Hearing her voice, I lifted my head.
I held my breath as Kinsley strutted down the hall. She’d kept her hair up, and part of me wondered if she’d done that exclusively for me. The outfit was a perfect fit. It clung to her breasts beautifully. I knew from the dress earlier that she was braless, and my hands itched to run up the tank top and play with her nipples.
Her toned legs peeked out from the shorts. She walked over to the bar and grabbed some glasses. Her ass was perfection, and if I angled my head to the side, I could see the curves of her ass cheeks. Nik’s eyes were glued to her frame, and I couldn’t be mad at him as his head tilted.
“Drinks? I think I remember what everyone ordered at dinner,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
We all said yes, and she poured them. She downed a shot of whiskey, surprising me.
“So, what are we playing?” Sarah asked excitedly.
After passing out the drinks, Kinsley sat down next to me. I caught a scent of honeysuckle, and my dick roared to life.
“Truth or Dare, Question or Consequence,” I replied, watching Kinsley.
She narrowed her eyes. “Um, that’s not what we talked about? What is this question or consequence?” She pulled her cardigan off. Her face was flushed from the alcohol she’d had at dinner and the shot she’d downed.
“Damn, I was hoping we were going to play spin the bottle. I’ve heard of truth or dare, but yeah, what is this question-consequence thing?” Sarah asked.
“It’s simple. You pick a card. It will be a truth, dare, or a question. The truth or dare ones speak for themselves. You must complete it, or the consequence is to remove an article of clothing,” Jenna explained, smirking at Kinsley, noting her lack of attire.
“If you get a question card, you’ll be subjected to a random, no-holds-barred question from someone in the group. Each card has different options. It might be the person on your left, the one on your right, across from you, and such,” Nik said, taking over giving the rules.
“And let me guess, fail to answer it, and there will be consequences?” Kinsley remarked dryly. I had to laugh at the look she shot my way.
“You did this on purpose, huh?” She shook her head, reaching for her cardigan.
“I don’t think so. You don’t get to put more clothes on now.” I grabbed it before she could and threw it to Nik.
He brought it to his nose and inhaled the fabric.
“Fuck,” Kinsley said, crossing her arms.
