She thrust the glass back at me as a playful smirk danced across her lips. “No breaks between shots.” She full-on grinned at the look on my face.
Recovering, I proclaimed, “Don’t look now, Brothers, but is someone claiming to be well-versed in Russian drinking etiquette?” Intrigue laced my tone as my brothers looked on. I poured another round for them.
Without missing a beat, she brought the glass to her lips and slammed back the second shot with a flourish. The glass clinked against the bar top as she set it down and looked at me. “I’m well-versed in a lot of things, gentlemen.”
She squeaked as I grabbed her by the throat and yanked her across the small space while my brothers looked on. The fuckers couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly rounded ass again as it now lay in clear view with her position. Her comment had my eye twitching. “Careful now, or I’ll make you prove that statement.”
Her hands wrapped around mine before she moved to caress my fingers seductively. “You could try, Reaper.”
I let her go, and she gracefully resituated herself on the barstool. Turning to Nik, she said, “Crow, maybe you should be the one to school Jenna on the penalty-shot rule?”
The penalty-shot rule meant that the last person to arrive had to take an extra shot. All eyes turned toward Jenna, who’d just sauntered over. A subtle shift rippled through the air as Jenna’s eyes met Kinsley’s.
There was a smugness in the sly glances, almost as if a silent exchange was passing between them. What happened with them earlier? Charles mentioned some chatter to Marcus, but I hadn’t paid attention.
Nik cleared his throat, and Jenna immediately shifted her gaze toward him as her entire demeanor transformed. A softness washed over her, her smugness melting away. Ivan scoffed at her sudden change of heart—as if she could somehow get anything by the Crow.
Kinsley turned to Ivan. “My thoughts exactly, Blade. I’d do another shot to toast it, but it’s probably not wise this early into things.”
With an air of grace, Kinsley walked away, not even waiting to hear how Jenna responded. I followed after her, leaving Jenna and Nik to work out whatever it was they needed to.
“Once more, the surprises keep on coming,” I mumbled in her ear before nuzzling her neck while she squealed. She pushed me away, and as everyone made their way over to the couches, she straightened her hair.
“In keeping with the theme, I hope everyone is sufficiently comfortable with one another. The rules for round two are only the specialty dare cards. From what I’ve been told, they will require an open mind.” Kinsley once again slipped into that confident woman I saw in front of the dining room an hour ago.
“That’s one way to put it,” I grunted, sitting back.
“The caveat of tonight’s rounds is that we are substituting the words on the card. So ‘your partner,’ or ‘person to your right, left, or across from you,’ becomes, ‘all members of the opposite sex.’ Whatever action you are to perform or have performed on you will be done by more than one person,” Kinsley stated boldly.
I locked eyes with Nik and then Ivan, and they both nodded at me in unison. Nik’s green eyes held a spark, letting me know that, while he agreed with what I was going to say, he’d push the envelope. Ivan’s were inscrutable. I nodded back at them, feeling a surge of brotherhood.
“Before we begin, my little kitten here said the option to take an article of clothing off is not on the table. However, I must insist that it be put back in play. Specialty cardsalwayshave an out. Is that understood?” I stated firmly, looking directly at Kinsley.
“You’re taking all the fun out of it, but very well, Reaper. Shall we begin?” Kinsley teased with a smile. Her eyes held a level of determination, and I wondered what she was thinking.
After we determined the order, Sarah pulled her first card. “Well, starting off strong. Lie down on the floor and allow all members of the opposite sex to touch and caress you for two minutes. No kissing allowed.” Her face was cherry red, and when she stood, Ivan playfully nipped at her waist.
As Sarah positioned herself, I envisioned Kinsley instead. Ivan moved between her legs, while Nik went to one side of her. I knelt down on the other side, opposite Nik. When I glanced up, Kinsley had a curious look on her face. It was a cross between intrigue and embarrassment.
“And begin,” Jenna called, starting the timer. Sarah trembled in anticipation. Ivan began a slow trail up her leg, starting at her ankle. He made his way up, taking his time. Teasing her. I knew he’d stop before he got to her pussy.
Nik began touching her stomach, and I caressed her face. She arched her back, reveling in the attention. By the end, she was panting and dazed as she took her seat next to Ivan.
Ivan read his card next. “Your hands will be bound, and players of the opposite sex will kiss you anywhere they’d like.”
“Anywhere?” Sarah asked gleefully. Kinsley shook her head and laughed.
Ivan dug into the basket of props and pulled out a sash. He threw it at me, and I tied it around his wrists. Jenna went first and opted to kiss his nipples. Kinsley stood to go next.
“Go for the lips. You’ve already kissed Nik, kitten. Might as well,” I teased her loudly.
“And forgo his blade? Hmm, decisions, decisions,” she countered.
Once more, she grabbed my drink. I loved seeing her turn scarlet. It was so fucking cute. After draining my glass, she turned and strode over to Ivan. His eyes trailed up and down her sexy body.
She moved to the right side of him, her eyes glued to his face. Executing a perfect kneel, she positioned her body beautifully at his feet. Her little ass rested on her calves, and her head bowed. She took my breath away. Her body movements were so fucking fluid.
With a deep breath, she grounded herself and stretched her spine. Her hands rested on her upper thighs, and I was once more reminded of her performance the night before.
