Page 126 of Pucking Sweet

Colton reaches over me and takes the card.

“What do we get if we win?” Lukas asks. “I’m nothing if not competitive.”

“Holy fuck.” Colton’s eyes blaze as he holds up the card. “You’ve been playing this?”

I huff, crossing my arms. “Please, I did, like, two of the things. I sang karaoke and traded shoes with a lady at the last bar.”

Lukas glances down at my strappy gold gladiator heels. “You traded shoes with a total stranger?”

“Yeah, I was wearing these cute little white go-go boots before. They had a much more sensible heel.”

“But those make you look waaay more fuckable,” Tina teases.

“Facts,” Colton mutters.

“Are you still here?” I say at her.

She just laughs again.

Lukas steals the bingo card from Colton. “So, what kind of game are we playing?” His eyes widen as he scans it. “Dollars?! Double bingo wins fivethousandAmerican dollars?”

“Yep,” Tina replies.

“It’s not, like, Monopoly dollars?”

“Olivia’s parents are loaded,” I explain. “Dropping five thousand dollars on Naughty Bachelorette Bingo is likesneezing for her.”

His face lights up. “Oh, we aresowinning that double bingo.”

Tina claps her hands. “Yes! Get it, Poppy. Show these snooty bitches how it’s done.”

“We arenotplaying,” I cry. “Lukas, did you even read half the stuff?”

“Oh, I read the whole thing. Come on.” He grabs my hand and spins me around, pulling me toward the bar. “Coley, let’s go! We gotta strategy sesh this out!”

He weaves us through the dancing bachelorette party girls. Pulling up at the end of the bar, he grabs Colton’s arm and drags him forward too. They box me in, both of them with a hand on my bare back as they lean over me, inspecting the bingo card.

“I wanna do this one and this one,” Lukas says, tapping the card. “Wait—and this one.”

Colton is still just shaking his head. “It’s like you can’t win unless you’re willing to perform a sex act.”

“Why do you think I gave up after trading shoes?” I say. “Guys, I think some of this stuff is technically illegal—”

“Oh, we aresodoing this one,” Lukas goes on, tapping the square in the bottom row.

“We’d have to do the rest in that diagonal,” Colton reasons.

“Well, if we combine the dick pic with this one, and the shots with this one, I think we’ll have it,” Lukas says, his tone bright with excitement. “Question.” He raises his hand and turns to me. “Do these all have to be witnessed by someone else in the party? Like, is there a judge?”

I sigh, resigned to my fate. “Olivia is the judge. She’s calling it the Dishonor System.”

His grin spreads. “Oh, Popsicle, we are in for a wild fucking ride. You ready to play?”

I glance to Colton, and he smiles too, giving me a nod of encouragement.

Oh god, what is happening right now? For weeks, their signals have been all over the place. They want me, they tease me, then they make me see stars…then Lukas kicks me out of his hotel room, and Colton nods at me like we’re strangers at the freaking coffee cart! The last time we were all together, they were literally punching each other into the sand at the idea of sharing me. Now they want to play Naughty Bachelorette Bingo?Together?

And don’t even get me started on Lukas’s little “boyfriends” comment. My gossipy sister is going to have a field day with that joke. I’m sure I’ve already missed a call from my mother in pieces over it.

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