Page 29 of Wicked Heiress

Kids played games with their parents. Some people shot darts and basketballs, while others were engaged in water gun races. I’d never seen anything like it. Most of my childhood was spent indoors.

No games.

No fun.

I loved it here.

The fond memories of my time in Devil’s Creek would stay with me forever. Memories I made with Cole and Rhys. Watching movies under the stars with the waves crashing on the beach. Our lazy days by the pool. Dirty Truth or Dare.

My first kiss.

We stopped in front of a Ferris wheel that lit up the sky, the bright lights shining in the darkness. Dozens of people waited in line, but Cole cut ahead, bringing me with him.

He spoke to the man running the wheel in a hushed tone, patted him on the back, and stuffed money into his hand. We never waited for anything. When people in town saw Cole, doors opened for him. Being a Founder had its perks. People respected the Marshalls as much as they feared their power.

After the wheel spun again, a gondola stopped in front of us. People tumbled out from it, laughing. Cole tipped his head and gestured for me to follow. With Rhys on my tail, he grabbed my ass, never missing an opportunity to touch me.

Anyone looking at the three of us must have thought I was dating two men. I wasn’t opposed to the idea. Rhys and Cole were both tempting. The kind of men I could see myself having a future with.

We got into a gondola that was large enough to fit four people on each side. I took the seat to my right, and surprisingly, Cole and Rhys sat beside each other. They kept their distance, hands on their spread thighs.

My gaze flicked between these delicious men who sparked a naughty desire in me. Silence hung between us as we made our way to the top. Their eyes roamed my body until they settled on my face.

We hadn’t moved from the top, not even an inch. I glanced over the side, my stomach knotting at the steep drop to the ground.

“Since we’re stuck up here,” Rhys said, “why don’t we play a game?”

I wasn’t afraid of heights, but we were so high I didn’t want to look down again.

“No,” Cole shot back, thick biceps crossed over his chest. “You don’t play fair, Vanderbilt.”

Rhys snickered. “It doesn’t matter if you play dirty as long as you win. Didn’t your old man teach you that?”

Cole turned away from Rhys, his top lip curled upward in disgust.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, needing a distraction from the fact we were sitting at the top of the Ferris wheel without moving.

Rhys leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs as he met my gaze. “How about another game of Truth or Dare?”

“No,” Cole cut in.

His attitude was getting on my nerves. After the night I tried to kiss him, he hadn’t been the same. It was as if a light had switched off in his brain. Cole was moodier and distant, unlike the person I met before Rhys arrived.

“I want to play,” I said with my eyes on Cole. “You should play. It will help us pass the time.”

He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and groaned but didn’t protest.

“I’ll go first,” Rhys announced, a little too enthusiastically, his pretty green eyes landing on me. “Truth or dare, princess?”

I learned last time that it didn’t matter what I chose. Rhys would find a way to get me to do whatever he wanted, and I was okay with that.

I smiled at Rhys. “Dare.”

Rhys held out his palm. “I dare you to take off your panties.”

“Are you serious?”

He wiggled his fingers and nodded. “You chose dare.”

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