Page 100 of Hunted
“Hmm… maybe some other time. Right now, I want a drinking game.”
“How about truth or drink?” Weston suggests.
“Like truth or dare?” I ask.
“Yeah, the person either has to answer the question or take a drink.”
“Oh, I like that!” Bower says, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “The harder the question is to answer, the more likely they’ll drink.”
At this point, I can’t actually think of any question I wouldn’t want to answer or that I’d want to ask them, but without any better ideas I agree.
“I’ll start!” Bower says, his eyes narrowing in on me. “Zee, out of the four of us, whose hair do you like the most?”
My eyebrows raise in surprise. That wasn’t what I expected. “Uhhh…” I glance around at their eager faces, then grab my cooler and take a drink. “Kingsley, how many pairs of shoes do you actually own?”
He chuckles, then looks up at the ceiling, as if he’s calculating something in his head. “Best guess… sixty-four.”
“Sixty—wow. That’s a lot.” He shrugs then smirks at me as he asks, “Zee, which of us looks better in this lemurcostume?”
I grunt, narrowing my eyes at him as I pick up my drink and take a gulp. I obviously can’t answer questions that have me picking between them.
My eyes scan the four of them as I think about what to ask. I need to start asking some harder questions if I want them to drink. My eyes lock in on my next target, hoping my question doesn't backfire.
“Weston, are you really okay with… sharing me?” I bite my lip, immediately regretting asking that. What if he says no?
My hands start to shake a little, so I push them under my butt as he watches me. Then he leans over and grabs my arm, slowly pulling me until I’m sitting sideways in his lap.
“Baby, I am one hundred percent on board with this. I love you, and any piece of you I can get, feels like more than I deserve.”
“Bu—” He presses his finger to my lip, silencing my rebuttal.
“At first, the idea was strange, but I slowly realized that having these guys as my… brothers, it’s like getting an entire family, one where you will always be at the center of. It’s perfect.” He kisses the tip of my nose, and I try not to cry at his sweet words.
“You’re perfect,” I mumble right before I kiss him. It’s short, but it doesn’t stop the arousal from pooling between my legs.
He turns me in his lap so I’m facing the others, then wraps his arm around my waist. “Your turn, West,” Kingsley reminds him.
“Reece,” he says firmly. “Is it true you’ve never kissed anyone other than Darla?” My eyes practically fall out of my head in surprise.
I knew he hadn’t been in any relationships, but he’s never even kissed a girl? Wait, does that mean he’s a… virgin?
I watch as Reece glares at Weston, like he’s annoyed by the question, then his eyes move to mine and soften. “Yeah, that’s true.”
“Reece…” I trail off, not even sure what to say. His eyes drop from mine, so I stand up and move over to straddle him. “You waited for me? You didn’t even know I was alive, but you waited for me.”
“You’re worth the wait,” he whispers. Unable to hold back, I lean forward and press my lips to his. I don’t kiss him gently; I want him to feel how much I love him and want him. We may not have said those words yet, but I knew we both feel it. And he kisses me back just as passionately.
Just as my hips start to move against him, seeking more, someone grabs my waist, and I’m lifted off his lap and placed on my feet.
“Alright, I think it’s time for some dancing!” Bower says, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to a spot in the living room with more space.
I look back at Reece and see him licking his lower lip as he stares at me, a heated look on his face.
Yeah, okay, maybe that was getting too hot and heavy for the middle of the living room, surrounded by my other boyfriends.
Kingsley must do something to the playlist because the volume turns up and a faster song comes on. Bower grabs my hands and starts moving them back and forth as he sways his hips, trying to get me to move with him. His happiness is infectious and soon I’m dancing along with him.
At some point, Kingsley comes over to join us, and I dance between them. I take a few breaks to drink more of my cooler and eventually Weston gives me a second one. When I’m tired of dancing, they teach me beer pong, but none of them ever aim for my cup so I never have to actually drink. I know they’re doing it on purpose, but I don’t care.
