tongue and for five minutes.” She added with a big
grin. I stopped laughing and cleared my throat.
Why Nick? I thought to myself. I focused on the bottle of
tequila, trying to decide if I could handle another shot without
throwing up.
“You can decline, but you have to take a shot or be thrown in
the pool,” Cassie reminded me. I looked over at the pool and
sighed.
“At least it’s heated.” Someone laughed.
I was foolish to not
end the night before something like this happened.
“She doesn’t have to do it.” Nick leaned forward in his chair.
With a glare shot in Cassie’s direction, I slowly balanced
myself, and then walked over to Nick. He anxiously watched me,
his lips wet and ready.
“You don’t have to do it,” he repeated.
“What’s the problem? You don’t want me to kiss you?” I asked,
tilting my head slightly. His lip twitched as he smirked. We stared
at one another for a long nervous moment, the cold air catching our
shallow breaths. I kept my eyes on his him, trying to forget that
anyone else was there. His eyes were glossy and his lips were
slightly parted. I inched closer, and then straddled him on the
chair.
Everyone cheered. My heart fluttered as his hands began to
slide up my legs, stopping on my hips.
“Five minutes, tongue and all, or it doesn’t count,” Rebecca
repeated. I nodded, not taking my eyes off Nick. Nervously, I
leaned forward, sliding my hand up the front of his shirt to his
face, slowly inching closer dragging my thumb across his bottom
lip. Then I kissed him, and my cheeks burned as he willingly
kissed me back. His hands tangled in my hair, his tongue parting
my lips, both of us gasping and gripping each other’s body tighter.
I tried to ignore the chanting and cheers behind me, but it was
difficult. At one point we were both trying not to laugh. It was
when the cheering stopped and I heard Mason speak that I pulled
away gasping.
“Well, what do we have here?” Mason asked.
“Mason, I didn’t realize you were coming.” Cassie jumped to
her feet. I tried to get off Nick’s lap but stumbled back down on
him. Mason looked right at me with a look of disgust on his face.
“Well, I saw all the cars out front and figured you may have
forgotten to tell me about your little—soiree,” he said, looking
around at all the faces.
“I guess your invitation got lost in the mail,” Cassie replied with
a shrug.
“I guess so,” he sneered. I wiped my mouth and tried again to
get to my feet. “Oh, don’t stop because of me,” he said, walking
over, glaring at us. Mason’s eyes followed me as I walked over to
my chair. When I glanced up at him, his lip twitched angrily.
I honestly didn’t know what he expected from me because he
clearly told me that he didn’t do relationships. I was single and just
because he didn’t do relationships, didn’t stop me from having one.
He had no say in my actions, and apparently, neither did I, tonight.
“So”—he clapped his hands together—“what are we playing?” he
asked.
“Truth or Dare,” Rebecca said, her voice trailing off when she
noticed the glare she was getting from Cassie.
Cassie stood and attempted to grab the bottle of tequila.
“Actually, we’re done—”
Mason interrupted. “By all means, carry on. I’m game for this.”
He smirked and twisted the cap off a beer, then grabbed a chair
from the pile against the shed and dragged it over to where Charlie
was sitting. He leaned forward in the chair, waiting for someone to
start, but everyone’s eyes averted to the ground, unsure of what to
do. “I know.” He sucked in a breath. “Let’s spice this up a little,
yeah?” he said then stood, took off his leather jacket, hung it on the
back of the chair, and turned to face everyone again. “New game,
Truth, Dare or Strip,” he sneered, brow wagging.
Cassie tried to protest, but she lost out to the cheers for the new
game. Mason grinned, turning his eyes on me. I rolled
grin. I stopped laughing and cleared my throat.
Why Nick? I thought to myself. I focused on the bottle of
tequila, trying to decide if I could handle another shot without
throwing up.
“You can decline, but you have to take a shot or be thrown in
the pool,” Cassie reminded me. I looked over at the pool and
sighed.
“At least it’s heated.” Someone laughed.
I was foolish to not
end the night before something like this happened.
“She doesn’t have to do it.” Nick leaned forward in his chair.
With a glare shot in Cassie’s direction, I slowly balanced
myself, and then walked over to Nick. He anxiously watched me,
his lips wet and ready.
“You don’t have to do it,” he repeated.
“What’s the problem? You don’t want me to kiss you?” I asked,
tilting my head slightly. His lip twitched as he smirked. We stared
at one another for a long nervous moment, the cold air catching our
shallow breaths. I kept my eyes on his him, trying to forget that
anyone else was there. His eyes were glossy and his lips were
slightly parted. I inched closer, and then straddled him on the
chair.
Everyone cheered. My heart fluttered as his hands began to
slide up my legs, stopping on my hips.
“Five minutes, tongue and all, or it doesn’t count,” Rebecca
repeated. I nodded, not taking my eyes off Nick. Nervously, I
leaned forward, sliding my hand up the front of his shirt to his
face, slowly inching closer dragging my thumb across his bottom
lip. Then I kissed him, and my cheeks burned as he willingly
kissed me back. His hands tangled in my hair, his tongue parting
my lips, both of us gasping and gripping each other’s body tighter.
I tried to ignore the chanting and cheers behind me, but it was
difficult. At one point we were both trying not to laugh. It was
when the cheering stopped and I heard Mason speak that I pulled
away gasping.
“Well, what do we have here?” Mason asked.
“Mason, I didn’t realize you were coming.” Cassie jumped to
her feet. I tried to get off Nick’s lap but stumbled back down on
him. Mason looked right at me with a look of disgust on his face.
“Well, I saw all the cars out front and figured you may have
forgotten to tell me about your little—soiree,” he said, looking
around at all the faces.
“I guess your invitation got lost in the mail,” Cassie replied with
a shrug.
“I guess so,” he sneered. I wiped my mouth and tried again to
get to my feet. “Oh, don’t stop because of me,” he said, walking
over, glaring at us. Mason’s eyes followed me as I walked over to
my chair. When I glanced up at him, his lip twitched angrily.
I honestly didn’t know what he expected from me because he
clearly told me that he didn’t do relationships. I was single and just
because he didn’t do relationships, didn’t stop me from having one.
He had no say in my actions, and apparently, neither did I, tonight.
“So”—he clapped his hands together—“what are we playing?” he
asked.
“Truth or Dare,” Rebecca said, her voice trailing off when she
noticed the glare she was getting from Cassie.
Cassie stood and attempted to grab the bottle of tequila.
“Actually, we’re done—”
Mason interrupted. “By all means, carry on. I’m game for this.”
He smirked and twisted the cap off a beer, then grabbed a chair
from the pile against the shed and dragged it over to where Charlie
was sitting. He leaned forward in the chair, waiting for someone to
start, but everyone’s eyes averted to the ground, unsure of what to
do. “I know.” He sucked in a breath. “Let’s spice this up a little,
yeah?” he said then stood, took off his leather jacket, hung it on the
back of the chair, and turned to face everyone again. “New game,
Truth, Dare or Strip,” he sneered, brow wagging.
Cassie tried to protest, but she lost out to the cheers for the new
game. Mason grinned, turning his eyes on me. I rolled
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