Page 84 of Tiny Fractures

At some point Steve gets a pretty nice fire started, and we all watch the sun set over the horizon. It’s an incredible sight and I’m happier right now than I’ve ever been before, surrounded by friends and in Ronan’s arms. I want to grab this moment and put it in a mason jar so I can relive it every single day.

When the sun has set completely, the guys start barbequing steak, hot dogs, and chicken, and we don’t move from our spots while we eat and bottles of tequila and Jack get passed around.

“Who’s up for a game?” Vada finally asks, her mouth full of bread.

“What kind of game are we talking?” Drew asks, rubbing his full stomach.

“I call it five hundred questions,” Vada explains, swallowing her food. “Basically, we go around asking each other questions and we have to answer truthfully. The person who answers gets to ask a question to another person, but it can’t be the same question posed immediately prior, and the question can’t be directed at the person who just asked the last question.”

“And what’s the goal?” Tori chimes in.

“No goal, just for fun. Let’s see how many embarrassing details we can get out of the boys.” Vada grins and takes another swig from the bottle of whiskey that’s making its round.

There’s a general murmur of consent, but I’m once again distracted as Ronan’s hand glides down my cheek before he gently runs his tongue along the skin on my neck.

“I’ll start!” Summer volunteers, her brown eyes bright. She sits up straight and looks around the group, ultimately resting her eyes on Vada. “Alright, what’s your favorite thing to do in bed?” Summer asks with a giggle.

Oh. My. God. I didn’t think it was going to turn into that kind of game so quickly. Heat rises in my cheeks, and the question wasn’t even directed at me. I’m such a freaking prude.

Ronan eyes me, and a smile tugs at his full lips.

“Oral sex, by far,” Vada explains, taking another shot of Jack before Steve takes the bottle from her, putting it to his own mouth. The girls laugh while the guys hoot and whistle.

“Giving or receiving?” Summer follows up, almost making Steve choke on the Jack.

Vada shakes her head at her, grinning and shaking her finger exaggeratedly. “One question at a time!” Vada lets her gaze roam. “Tori,” she says.

Tori stops giggling abruptly, causing everyone else to erupt into laughter. “Be nice!” Tori warns with both panic and laughter in her voice.

Vada clears her throat loudly. “How often a week do you and Shane get it on?”

“Not often enough,” Shane hollers, which is followed by more laughter.

Tori swats his arm before sitting up straight and looking proud. “Plenty,” is all she says with a smile, and her eyes focus on Ronan. “Ran.”

I feel Ronan tense behind me as I lean against him, resting my head on his shoulder, and I can tell he’s anticipating the question. “Uh-huh?” His voice is a low growl, warning Tori to be careful, and everyone is in absolute stitches.

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” Tori inquires.

I lift my head up and look at Ronan expectantly, unable to hide my curiosity.

Ronan takes a second to answer before saying, matter-of-factly, “Fourteen.” He yanks the bottle of Jack out of Steve’s hand and gulps back a huge shot.

“Shut up!” Vada blurts out, her eyes wide. “Really?”

“Really,” Ronan says, his voice light, and the tension in his shoulders eases. Jesus, I obviously knew he had experience, but man, fourteen is really young.

It’s Ronan’s turn to ask a question, and he eyes Shane mischievously. “Oral sex,” Ronan starts, “better to give or to receive?”

Tori turns to Shane, puckering her lips and raising her eyebrows. “Yeah, babe, better to give or better to receive?” she asks, and everyone laughs again.

I take the bottle of Jack from Ronan’s hands and take two shots, then a third while he watches me intently.

“Gotta call it a tie, man,” Shane finally says, and Tori seems pleased and proud at the same time.

More questions get thrown around, all equally as intimate, and I learn things about my friends I’m not sure I ever wanted to know but find fascinating nonetheless. I haven’t been hit with a question yet, but just as I’m beginning to feel tipsy from the whiskey and have been lulled into a false sense of security, it’s Cheyenne’s turn to ask a question.

“Cat! When did you have your last orgasm?” she asks, a derisive grin on her face, and there’s more giggling and wolf whistling from the group.

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