Page 26 of Twins for the Mountain Daddies

I blink at him. “I hate this.”

Ivy wipes away a tear. “No, no, I love this. Keep going.”

Holt leans in, his voice a husky whisper. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?”

I groan, rubbing a hand down my face. “Ivy, I hope you’re happy. This is actual torture.”

She’s gasping for breath now, cheeks flushed with laughter. “Oh my God, I am so happy right now.”

Holt sits back, looking smug. “Admit it, Wyatt. You’re at least a little turned on.”

I toss a bottle cap at him. “Next dare before I murder you.”

“Wait! One more. It’s my best one yet. Are you Wi-Fi? Because I'm really feeling a connection."

"Jesus," I groan, though I can't help but laugh. "That's so bad it's almost good."

The light in Ivy's eyes tells me she's enjoying every second of this. It's my turn now, and I feel the mischief in me rise to the surface.

"Your turn, Holt." I point at Ivy. "I dare you to give her a thirty-second lap dance. Extra points for enthusiasm. Show us what you've got."

Holt barks out a laugh. "You’re really out for blood tonight, huh?"

Ivy’s eyes widen, but there’s no mistaking the intrigue in them. She takes a slow sip from the bottle, then smirks.

"You’re about to witness greatness, CG," Holt declares. “Prepare to be amazed.”

Ivy shifts in her seat, trying to look unimpressed, though I can see the anticipation sparkling in her eyes. She’s waiting to see what Holt’s got. And of course, the asshole commits.

He stands, rolling his shoulders before dropping into a deep squat in front of her. With zero shame, he starts moving to an imaginary beat, hips swaying comically as he hovers over Ivy. She bites her lip, trying to hold back laughter. Holt is all exaggerated gyrations and winks.

"Oh, Jesus," Ivy mutters, laughing as she buries her face in her hands.

"Don’t look away, pretty girl," Holt teases, dragging a hand down his chest like he’s in Magic Mike.

Ivy peeks at me like she’s pleading for help, but I just grin and sip my drink. Holt flips around, grinding his ass toward her lap, and that’s when she loses it and doubles over, laughing so hard she can barely breathe.

"Time!" I call out. Holt stops mid-thrust, panting dramatically, and Ivy is clapping, her laughter genuine and infectious.

"Bravo," she giggles, dimples deepening. "You get all the points for that performance, Holt."

"Thank you, thank you." Holt takes a mock bow, still breathing hard from his exertion. "I aim to please."

I crack my knuckles, the game's heat rising with each dare. Holt arches a brow, a devilish grin in place.

"Your turn, Wyatt," he says, spinning an invisible revolver with his fingers. "Strip."

I snort, raising a brow. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“You scared?” Holt taunts, tilting his head. “Come on, cowboy. Let’s see some skin.”

It's a challenge I can't refuse. I yank off a sock, dropping it to the floor in a flutter. Then I toss the other one after it.

“That’s it?”

I roll my eyes but don’t hesitate. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I peel it off in one smooth motion and toss it at his face. “Happy now?”

Ivy hums in approval, her gaze sweeping over me with just enough heat to make my blood thrum. Yeah, she’s definitely enjoying this.

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