Page 33 of Wicked Union

“Since we’re stuck up here,” Rhys said, “why don’t we play a game?”

I wasn’t afraid of heights, but we were so high I didn’t want to look down again.

“No,” Cole shot back, thick biceps crossed over his chest. “You don’t play fair, Vanderbilt.”

Rhys snickered. “It doesn’t matter if you play dirty as long as you win. Didn’t your old man teach you that?”

Cole turned away from Rhys, his top lip curled upward in disgust.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, needing a distraction from the fact we were sitting at the top of the Ferris wheel without moving.

Rhys leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs as he met my gaze. “How about another game of Truth or Dare?”

“No,” Cole cut in.

His attitude was getting on my nerves. The first two months alone with Cole were perfect. But after the night I showed him the bucket list, he hadn’t been the same. It was as if a light had switched off in his brain. Cole was moodier and distant, unlike the person I met before Rhys arrived.

“I want to play,” I said with my eyes on Cole. “You should play, too. It will help us pass the time.”

He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and groaned but didn’t protest.

“I’ll go first,” Rhys announced, a little too enthusiastically, his pretty green eyes landing on me. “Truth or dare, princess?”

I learned last time that it didn’t matter which one I chose. And at least with a dare, I got to check another item off my list.

I smiled at Rhys. “Dare.”

Rhys held out his palm. “I dare you to take off your panties.”

“Are you serious?”

He wiggled his fingers and nodded. “You chose dare.”

I glanced across the dimly lit car at Rhys before looking to Cole for an objection. He wasn’t thrilled about my choice to play the game, but he wasn’t saying anything, either.

Did he like this dare?

I took this as a sign that Cole was okay with the game and that maybe he would play, too.

“I’m wearing a bikini,” I told Rhys and spread my legs for him to see. “Not panties.”

“Same thing,” Rhys said with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Hand them over, princess.”

Despite the nerves slithering down my spine, I pushed up my skirt, so they could get a good look as I untied one side of my bikini bottoms. Cole’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Rhys rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, hunched forward to get a better look at me. “Spread your legs wider, princess.” He licked his lips. “Don’t be shy. Let us see your pretty pussy.”

I tugged at the other string, letting the fabric fall onto the bench beneath me. Cole looked like he had stopped breathing, his eyes laser focused between my thighs.

Rhys cursed as I sat up, yanked the fabric from under me, and tossed the bikini bottoms at him. My bathing suit landed on Cole’s thigh.

“Stay just like that,” Rhys said when I attempted to close my legs. “Don’t move.”

I’d never felt so exposed while still mostly clothed. And with both of their eyes searing my skin, my insides practically turned molten lava.

“Fuck, princess,” Rhys said, his voice deep and smooth. “Touch yourself.”

Cole remained unusually still, keeping his opinions to himself. He wanted to play the game without complaining or telling Rhys to stop.

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