Page 87 of Counter Bet

Matt smiles even wider. “Are you sure about that? What will your friends say if you turn up with us? It can’t be good for your reputation?” he doesn’t say it maliciously, but there’s an edge to his voice—a challenge.

“I’m not embarrassed!”

“Matt!” Dallas warns in a sharp voice, subtly shaking her head.

He ignores her and leans in to tug a strand of Princess’ blonde hair, rolling it around his finger. “Let’s play a game, princess.”

“Go on,” she breathes in a quiet voice.

Matt clucks his tongue, chuckling. “How about a bet?”

Oh, no, no, no.I glance at Dallas in alarm.

“Matt? No,” she says, staring at him wide-eyed.

Matt wets his lips, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“What’s the dare?” Emily asks carefully. She has every right to be cautious.

“Well,” he grins, pushing off the couch and taking his pussy smell with him. “I dare you to take us to Jack’s party and deceive him by leading him on. You will make him think he’s about to get his cock wet, and then you’re going to tell him you need the toilet.” He walks back to the couch and leans his elbows on the back of it. His lips are mere inches from Emily’s. “When he goes looking for you, he’ll walk in on you with Ben and Dallas.” He leans in closer, brushing his lips over her ear as he whispers, “Fucking.”

Silence descends on the room. I know we play some crazy fucking games, but he’s asking her to commit social suicide.

Princess stands up, rounds the couch, and walks over to him, swaying her hips. The hunter has become the hunted. I see it in her eyes when she trails them down Matt’s body like she’s seizing up prey.

She comes to a stop in front of him and slowly walks her fingers up his chest. “I will accept your bet on one condition.”

Intrigued, he raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

Emily steps even closer, pressing her body against his. “I get to make a counter bet.”

Nina snorts a laugh, Steph’s eyes bug out, and Josh rubs his hands in anticipation.

Matt glances at us, then nods. “Let’s hear it, princess.”

It’s about to get interesting. Princess likes our twisted games and gives as good as she gets.

“You’re going to suck Jack’s dick. I’ll only do my bit when you have the video evidence. How’s that for a double dare?”

Matt’s smile falls away. “Why would I do that?”

Emily laughs, and it’s a soft, feminine sound with an undertone of something darker. She smooths his t-shirt down. “Baby, a queen doesn’t keep her throne by allowing treason in her kingdom. And you, Matt, won’t dethrone me anytime soon.”

Her plan is ingenious. It would be stupid to throw her reputation out the window because of a bet, so she needs an insurance policy if Jack decides to talk after she makes a fool of him. This way, she’ll have video evidence which Jack will not want to be made public.

“You should admit that you have a thing for watching people suck dick,” Matt grumbles, grabbing a beer off the coffee table and making his way to the door. “What the fuck are you guys waiting for? Let’s play some fucking games.”

Nina jumps up. “I bet twenty bucks that Jack spunks within the first two minutes.”

Steph pockets her phone and throws her arm over Dallas’ shoulder. “Not a chance. He’s as straight as they come. I bet you twenty he doesn’t even go for it.”

Nina sticks her tongue out, following Matt out the door. “You better hand over your money now, bitch!”

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