Page 90 of Cruel Lies

Past me never let Rowan fuck her on the conference room table.

It was starting to look like past me and present me were two completely different women.

"You set the limits in this game, Harper," Rowan said quietly, his stoicness showing through even in this semi-inebriated state.

"Okay, fine," I teased, slurring my words a little. "If you’re uncomfortable with a truth or a dare, you can pass and accept an alternate question or dare." Rowan nodded, and I looked at Nash next, my brows rising at his unrestrained excitement. "No visible marks."

His face fell almost comically. "Aw, come on, Harpie girl?—"

"Andeveryonehas to play," I said finally, burning a hole in Angel’s chest with the intensity of my gaze. "No exceptions."

His noncommittal shrug was answer enough.

Let the games begin,I whispered in my mind, and held out myhand in Nash’s direction. "Rock paper scissors to see who goes first."

We went around the circle until Rowan ended up winning. I tensed in my seat as his eyes skimmed over me and then fell on Nash, a snarky grin crossing his features.

"Nash. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he said with a wink, blowing his brother a kiss to the utter disgust of the middle child and myself.

Rowan was thoughtful for a minute. Nothing good ever came from that man’s deep-thinking sessions. His mind was calculating, precise, and complicated. In the past, none of us had ever been brave enough to choose truth when Rowan was asking. We just knew better.

Nash was asking for trouble, and it was likely he’d get it.

"What was the most embarrassing moment of your life?"

That was an easy one coming from him.He was up to something. What that something was was the real million-dollar question.

"That’s easy." Nash grinned, his eyes flashing with excitement and triumph. "The time Harper’s mom walked in on me jerking one out in the bathroom to those pictures of?—"

He shut up awful quickly. His guilty eyes cut to mine, and I watched the usually unflappable Nashville Blackwood blush in real-time.

Angel’s grin widened as he watched his brother flop around like a fish on the hot summer docks at high noon. "My turn." He took the bottle from Rowan and tipped it back, his Adam’s apple working as he swallowed. The single most sexy, attractive thing about this man, after his hands, of course, was the way his throat worked when he swallowed.

Maybe that’s why men like watching a woman suck dick.

He pointed at Nash and grinned like a fool. "Truth or dare?"

Nash wasn’t a fool. Either Angel knew something the rest ofus didn’t, or he had a suspicion that Nash didn’t want to entertain. "Dare."

"I dare you to finish that fucking admission," Angel spat, his cunning violet eyes boring a hole into his eldest brother. "Unless you’d like to puss out on round one."

"Fuck you, Angel," Nash growled, grabbing for the bottle of liquid courage. He downed the last few shots in the bottom and tossed the bottle over his head, the glass making a tinkling sound as it shattered on the kitchen floor. "Fine. You want to play dirty? I’ll go there."

"You’ve gotta look atherwhile you tell the rest of that story," Angel added, crossing one long leg over the other in a power move for the ages.

I pointed at myself, confused. "Me? Why?"

Angel didn’t answer me, just smirked at his brother and waited patiently for Nash to reboot his brain and make a decision.

Nash looked like he’d just swallowed the world’s biggest fly and was trying to decide whether to vomit it out or just live with the extra protein. When he turned to me, his earlier blush had doubled, and I could tell he wanted to be anywhere but here all of a sudden.

"I was rubbing one out in the downstairs bathroom when your mom walked in and caught me mid-orgasm."

He refused to meet my gaze. Angel cleared his throat pointedly. "The rest of the story, Nashville," he purred sinisterly. "Don’t leave anything embarrassing out."

Nash was as red as a tomato as his eyes met mine, and I didn’t know what to do with this newfound realization that there were some things even he was afraid to admit. "I was holding one of your graduation photos. The one of you in that blue bikini on the beach, wearing that stupid fucking hat Angel brought back from Paris."

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