Page 58 of Knotting With A Stranger

I grasp the bottle and spin it hard. It whirls several times before landing on Archer.

“Truth or dare?” I ask sweetly.

“Dare,” he says immediately. “I’m not backing down.”

“I dare you to take off your pants,” I reply, feeling a rush of boldness. I assume he’ll have boxers underneath—a taste of his own medicine.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Archer stands and unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down in one fluid motion. My eyes widen as I realize he’s not wearing anything underneath.

A huge, half-erect cock stands there, almost at face level with me from across the table, and I find myself instantly looking away.

“God!” Yet I can’t stop thinking of how big he is, how he manscaped, and the boldness that has me blushing.

He’s completely commando. He grins at my shocked expression as I glance up.

“Jesus Christ, Arch!” Hunter exclaims while James bursts into laughter. “Put that away before you poke someone’s eye out!”

I quickly avert my gaze again because I can’t stop staring at it. “Okay, bad dare,” I stammer, feeling my face flush crimson. “Put them back on.”

“What’s the matter, Lily?” Archer teases, taking his time pulling his jeans back up. “Surprised?”

“Traumatized is more like it,” I retort, but I can’t help laughing despite my embarrassment. James just reclines there, grinning. Bastard is enjoying seeing me squirm.

“Your turn to spin, Archer,” he reminds him.

“I think I need another drink first,” I mutter, downing the rest of my bourbon and coke.

James gets up to refresh our drinks, returning with mine. I take a sip and nearly choke at the burn of the significantly stronger drink.

“Trying to get me drunk?” I ask.

“Just enhancing the experience,” he replies with a wink.

James keeps his attention on me while Archer spins the bottle. It lands between Hunter and me, pointing slightly more toward me.

“Truth or dare?” Hunter asks.

Something in his tone makes me hesitate. “Truth,” I say, deciding it’s safer.

He leans closer, his knee brushing against mine. “Have you ever fantasized about more than one man at once?”

I nearly choke on my drink. His question hits too close to home, especially considering my attraction to all three of them.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. “Fine. Yes.”

“We need details,” Archer presses, leaning forward.

“That wasn’t part of the question,” I counter, grabbing the bottle and spinning it before they can argue.

It lands on James and the base on me.

“Truth or dare?” I ask, meeting his gaze steadily.

“Truth,” he says.

The alcohol emboldens me. This is my chance to get some answers. “Have you ever been to prison?”

The room goes suddenly still. Hunter and Archer exchange glances, clearly surprised by my question.

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