Page 30 of Wicked Heiress

I glanced across the dimly lit car at Rhys before looking to Cole for an objection. He wasn’t thrilled about my choice to play the game, but he wasn’t saying anything, either.

Did he like this dare?

I took this as a sign that Cole was okay with the game and that maybe he would play, too.

“I’m wearing a bikini,” I told Rhys and spread my legs for him to see. “Not panties.”

“Same thing,” Rhys said with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Hand them over, princess.”

Despite the nerves slithering down my spine, I pushed up my skirt, so they could get a good look as I untied one side of my bikini bottoms. Cole’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Rhys rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, hunched forward to get a better look at me. “Spread your legs wider, princess.” He licked his lips. “Don’t be shy. Let us see your pretty pussy.”

I tugged at the other string, letting the fabric fall onto the bench beneath me. Cole looked like he had stopped breathing, his eyes laser-focused between my thighs.

Rhys cursed as I sat up, yanked the fabric from under me, and tossed the bikini bottoms onto Cole’s thigh.

“Stay just like that,” Rhys said when I attempted to close my legs. “Don’t move.”

I’d never felt so exposed while still mostly clothed. And with both of their eyes searing my skin, my insides practically turned molten lava.

“Fuck, princess,” Rhys said, his voice deep and smooth. “Touch yourself.”

Cole remained unusually still, keeping his opinions to himself. He wanted to play the game without complaining or telling Rhys to stop.

He liked seeing me.

I recalled when I found Cole jerking off in the shower and how far I had come since then and was ready to explore my sexuality.

“Cole,” I said, keeping my legs wide for him to see me. “It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Don’t be a pussy, Marshall.” Rhys didn’t even let him respond. “Choose dare.”

Cole rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do, Vanderbilt.”

“We both know you’ll punk out and take the safer route.”

Cole’s nostrils flared. “You don’t know shit about me.” Then he turned to look at me once more. “I choose dare.”

I slid my tongue across my bottom lip. “Ever since I walked in on you in the shower, I’ve wondered if you were thinking about me. It was so steamy in the bathroom I didn’t get a good look at you. I might as well be naked right now. It’s only fair I get to see you, too.”

Rhys slid closer to Cole. “You let Grace watch you jerk off in the shower? Doesn’t that go against your rules, golden boy?”

Cole sneered at him. “It wasn’t like that.”

“You didn’t tell me to leave,” I interjected. “You let me watch. I still think about that night, Cole.” I inched my hand up my thigh, tapping my fingers on my skin to refocus his attention on my pussy. “When I’m alone in my room, I imagine you’re touching me.”

Rhys made a strangled sound. “Hear that, Marshall? She thinks about you when she plays with her pussy.” He nudged him with his elbow. “You should hit that.”

For some reason, Rhys intentionally pushed Cole’s buttons. Cole didn’t take the bait and ignored him.

“She wants to watch you jerk off again,” Rhys said. “You chose dare, Marshall. Stop holding up the game.”

“I want to watch you, too,” I told Rhys.

“Yeah?” His lips parted, eyes wide. “Then, I have a counter-dare. We’ll let you watch us jerk off if you finger your pussy.”

The gondola still hadn’t moved, and we were stuck up here for the duration, so I said, “Deal.”

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