Page 60 of Rebel

“It’s Trav’s turn.” I turn my gaze to his. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

I smirk. “Kiss Chase.”

He grins even as Chase groans, and without waiting, he gets to his feet, grabs Chase by the neck, and almost drags him up from the sofa. “What the fuck, man?” Chase starts, but Trav silences him by pressing his lips to his.

I see tongue slipping between their lips as Chase grips his shoulders and kisses him back. My core throbs as I watch them. It’s hot as hell, especially when Trav tilts Chase’s head farther back, plundering his mouth before pulling away.

He winks at me, wiping his mouth as he picks up his drink. Both him and Chase are panting.

Chase laughs as he leans back. “No wonder you get all the girls.” He toasts Trav.

Laughing, I down some of my drink as they all look at me with hungry eyes.

“Dare,” I tell them, feeling the booze heating my veins and burning a path through me. I can’t get too drunk, I need to remember why I’m doing this, but when Trav’s eyes darken, I forget.

I forget that I’m not supposed to want him and that he can never be mine.

“Dress off,” he demands.

Standing, I down the drink and drop it to the table. With my eyes on his, I reach down and slowly lift it, pulling it over my head and throwing it away. Now, I’m in nothing but a matching black panty and bra set and my heels.

Kolton groans. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Too right,” Chase mutters, but my eyes don’t move from Trav as I saunter over, stopping when I’m pressed against him. His eyes flare and drop to my body with so much want, I actually forget what I was doing.

Sliding my hands up his chest, I watch his Adam’s apple bob, and then I turn my head. “Chase.”

Trav groans. “Mean.”

Chase grins. “Dare, pretty thang.”

“Got something to hide?” I challenge, turning to face him.

“From you?” He looks me over. “Only my hard cock right now.”

If he wants to play it that way, then fine.

Grabbing one of the discarded ribbons, I wrap it around his eyes. “I dare you not to take this off.”

“Beck . . .” His protest fades to a moan as I pull his shirt off, leaving him in only his boxers. For a moment, I just stare at every hard, golden inch that is Chase’s perfect body before I decide to torture him. I tease him with light touches until he arches his body, begging for me. Straddling his waist, I run my tongue over his face and neck.

He shifts under me before freezing. I can feel his heart pounding under my hand as I drag them down, my tongue following the path across his abs as I explore his tattoos before I reach the waistband of his boxers. He groans, shifting beneath me again as I grin and run my tongue across his boxers and the tent there.

“Shit, pretty girl, you’re driving me crazy.” He pants underneath me as his fists smack the sofa on either side of him. Seeing Chase Reed, the rock god, weak and practically begging beneath me is a fucking high.

Sweeping my tongue across his chest, I wrap my teeth around his nipple and bite down. He cries out, and I lean back with a grin as he reaches up with a shaking hand and rips off the ribbon. His eyes are blown with desire.

“You lost.” I grin, swinging my leg over him once more until I’m perched on his lap with my hands on the back of the sofa. “We didn’t set a forfeit, so how about a truth since you seem to want to avoid it?”

“Fine, ask away,” he grumbles, dropping his gaze to my body. He reaches for my hips, but I smack his hands away.

“No touching the merchandise,” I warn as I roll my hips, distracting him. I need answers, I need the truth, but it could backfire if I dig too deeply, too quickly.

“Ask your truth, pretty girl,” he says, narrowing his eyes as he shifts his hips and lets me feel his hard cock, “or I’ll fill your mouth with something else. “

“You wish.” I smirk. “Fine, truth, what’s your darkest secret?”

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