Page 56 of Knotting With A Stranger

The temperature in the room seems to drop ten degrees. Ouch!

Archer’s eyes widen fractionally. “Shit, man, I forgot?—”

“You fucked my ex?” Hunter’s tone remains eerily calm.

“It was after you broke up,” Archer adds quickly. “Way after.”

“How long after?” Hunter demands.

Archer lifts his chin. “Like... two damn years later.”

“You’re lucky she means nothing to me, and you can do better than that,” Hunter says, but there’s no real heat behind it anymore. He shakes his head and takes a long drink.

Does this mean Vanessa still holds onto his heart? I sure as hell don’t care, yet there’s fire climbing up my neck to see the passion in his attack.

“Wow, you guys have quite the crowd of girlfriends,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. It doesn’t surprise me that they have a caravan of girlfriends in their past. I’ve had five boyfriends in my time and not one worked out.

All three men look at me as if suddenly remembering I’m there, witnessing their dirty laundry.

“It’s the damn past,” Hunter says with a shrug. “We were younger and stupider.”

“Speak for yourself,” Archer grins, reaching for the bottle. “I’m still as stupid as ever.”

The raised voices must have woken Thor from his spot by the fire and he stretches, then hops up on the couch near me,and flops his head down, lying on his side, already sleeping in seconds. Someone has a good life.

The men are still chuckling as Archer spins, and it lands on James.

“Truth or dare?” Archer asks.

“Truth,” James answers, taking a sip of his whiskey. The amber liquid glints as he raises the glass, highlighting his sharp jawline and the slight stubble darkening it.

“Worst thing you’ve ever done during sex that you don’t regret?” Archer asks with a gleam in his stare.

James considers this, his expression darkening in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

“Tied a girl up in an abandoned factory,” he says finally. “Left her there for hours while I went out, came back, and finished what we started.”

“Jesus, James,” Hunter mutters.

“She asked me to,” James adds with a half-smile. “Begged, actually. Said the fear of not knowing if I’d return made everything more intense.”

I shift in my seat, both disturbed and intrigued. These aren’t the kind of men I usually spend time with, that’s for damn sure.

James spins the bottle. It lands on him and Hunter. I’m kind of relieved the bottle seems to be ignoring me for now.

“Truth or dare?” James asks.

“Truth,” Hunter says. Heat from his body radiates toward me, his smell the faint woodsy scent of him. It’s addictive.

“Have you ever thought about fucking someone while you were fucking someone else?” James asks bluntly.

I chuckle. “I’m seeing a pattern here. Too scared for dares, hey?”

James winks at me as if he knows something I don’t… like he’s saving the dares for me. I take a long sip of my drink.

“Yes,” Hunter answers.

“Details, man,” Archer presses. “Who was the fantasy? Who was the reality?”

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