Chapter 27
Aleksandr
Truth Or Dare
“I’ve got that taken care of already. It’s going to be gorgeous tomorrow, with no rain. Plus, Sarah’s going to stay. She seems to like Ivan.”
I tried my best to convince her.
“Are you using my best friend against me?”
She scowled.
“You’ve come this far. It’s getting late, and I’ve already sworn to be on my best behavior. My tongue hasn’t even been inside your sweet mouth once tonight,”
I whispered in her ear.
It wasn’t her mouth I wanted to put my tongue inside. But I had to get her to agree to stay first, then it would be on to game night. There, the possibilities were endless.
“Alek,”
she moaned, putting her tiny hand on my chest.
“You can change your mind at any point, and I’ll take you home.”
Doubling down, I saw the moment where her resistance gradually crumbled under my relentless determination.
“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?”
She sighed, making my fucking night.
I took her hand and led her back out to the ballroom. We joined Nik, Ivan, Jenna, and Sarah. After saying goodnight to several people, including our parents, we all headed up to our suite.
Her face took in the space; she seemed at a loss for words. What was she thinking? I showed her to the room, making sure she noticed the lock.
“Am I going to need that?”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Get changed. We’re having game night. You owe me.” I winked.
“I’m not playing truth or dare.”
She propped her hands on her hips.
“It’s that or spin the bottle. You suggested that one, right? Pick.”
“You’re such a perv, Reaper. I’m pretty sure I told you I didn’t want to play, but I’ll watch you all.”
“Not an option. You’re playing.”
Her eyes fell to the bed. I’d had Marcus lay something out for her. It was a soft pink three-piece pajama set that included shorts, a scoop-necked tank, and a cardigan.
“At least it isn’t lingerie and matches my panties,”
she said with a heavy sigh.
“Does it, now? Twenty minutes. Be in the front room, or I’ll come looking for you. And you will play, so choose wisely. You can text me your answer.”
I kissed her on the forehead and made my way down the hall.
Nik was waiting in my room with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You’ve been keeping that little jewel all to yourself, bastard. Mother had a hundred questions for me. You owe me big time.”
“You get everything set up?”
I asked, grinning while ignoring his comments.
“I brought everything, and Jenna is setting it up now. Speaking of Jenna, she was asking about you and Alisha. Just a heads-up. Might want to clarify those boundaries with Alisha again.”
“Shit, I know,”
I mumbled. I’d seen the look Jenna gave me earlier. I’m sure Alisha had probably been filled in on everything.
I’d put myself in a box by limiting my sexual encounters to Alisha and sometimes even Jenna, on rare occasions. The two were close friends, so it made sense she’d try to look out for her.
“Care to place a bet on how disappointed Sarah will be when she realizes Ivan won’t fuck her without a clean bill of health?”
Nik pivoted, noticing my unease.
He was talking about our code, yet, at the same time, carefully crafting his question to be a reminder that he was his brother’s keeper. And that, in and of itself, was the greater reminder. He was looking out for me. This was the turmoil I’d put myself through. Here I was, ready to break all the rules we had in place, all for a tiny dancer.
We always insisted on full checkups, were regularly tested ourselves, and used protection every time. Hell, I often wouldn’t even fuck a girl unless she talked to Marcel to ensure she didn’t have trauma. That was part of the reason my playtimes were limited to Alisha and Jenna.
What was it about Kinsley that made me willing to go to the extremes and throw caution to the wind? Fuck, I needed my head examined. What was this girl doing to me?
It only took one fuckup to make me never want to encounter that again. Refusing to go down memory lane, I gripped Nik by the shoulders as we did whenever one of us needed either a reminder of our bond or to thank them for standing in the gap.
He nodded his understanding, and I went into the closet and changed into jeans and a T-shirt. I joined Nik and Ivan out in the front room, and shortly after, Sarah and Jenna arrived. Moments later, my phone pinged with a notification.
KINSLEY:
Truth or Dare, seems the lesser of two evils.
REAPER:
We shall see, won’t we? Your twenty minutes are up, by the way. Quit stalling.
“You’re so impatient.”
Hearing her voice, I lifted my head.
I held my breath as Kinsley strutted down the hall. She’d kept her hair up, and part of me wondered if she’d done that exclusively for me. The outfit was a perfect fit. It clung to her breasts beautifully. I knew from the dress earlier that she was braless, and my hands itched to run up the tank top and play with her nipples.
Her toned legs peeked out from the shorts. She walked over to the bar and grabbed some glasses. Her ass was perfection, and if I angled my head to the side, I could see the curves of her ass cheeks. Nik’s eyes were glued to her frame, and I couldn’t be mad at him as his head tilted.
“Drinks? I think I remember what everyone ordered at dinner,”
she breathed, her voice trembling.
We all said yes, and she poured them. She downed a shot of whiskey, surprising me.
“So, what are we playing?”
Sarah asked excitedly.
After passing out the drinks, Kinsley sat down next to me. I caught a scent of honeysuckle, and my dick roared to life.
“Truth or Dare, Question or Consequence,”
I replied, watching Kinsley.
She narrowed her eyes. “Um, that’s not what we talked about? What is this question or consequence?”
She pulled her cardigan off. Her face was flushed from the alcohol she’d had at dinner and the shot she’d downed.
“Damn, I was hoping we were going to play spin the bottle. I’ve heard of truth or dare, but yeah, what is this question-consequence thing?”
Sarah asked.
“It’s simple. You pick a card. It will be a truth, dare, or a question. The truth or dare ones speak for themselves. You must complete it, or the consequence is to remove an article of clothing,”
Jenna explained, smirking at Kinsley, noting her lack of attire.
“If you get a question card, you’ll be subjected to a random, no-holds-barred question from someone in the group. Each card has different options. It might be the person on your left, the one on your right, across from you, and such,”
Nik said, taking over giving the rules.
“And let me guess, fail to answer it, and there will be consequences?”
Kinsley remarked dryly. I had to laugh at the look she shot my way.
“You did this on purpose, huh?”
She shook her head, reaching for her cardigan.
“I don’t think so. You don’t get to put more clothes on now.”
I grabbed it before she could and threw it to Nik.
He brought it to his nose and inhaled the fabric.
“Fuck,”
Kinsley said, crossing her arms.
“Language,”
Ivan, Nik, and I bellowed at the same time.
“Oh, child. Alek really doesn’t—”
“Jenna.”
Nik’s voice rang out with a clear warning. She realized too late that she misspoke.
“For the second time tonight, I’m well aware of what Alek likes and doesn’t like. The difference between you and me is that if I want to say the word fuck, I will. And my name is Kinsley, not child,”
she said. Her tone bordered on fury and made me wonder what might have happened between them.
Kinsley leaned over. Grabbing my drink, she asked loud enough to be heard by everyone, “What’s her obsession with you, anyway?”
I raised my eyebrow at her taking my drink. She grinned and then downed my whiskey.
“Needing some liquid courage, little love?”
Ivan teased her.
I smiled at the nickname he’d given her. It seemed as equally fitting as kitten.
“Maybe a little.”
She held her fingers spaced apart before adding, “Not all of us can tote around a fifteen-inch blade.”
Turning to face me, she added, “That was rude. Would you like me to get you another?”
“I’m good. You can steal my drink anytime.”
Especially if it gets you to lean against me.
Nik shuffled the cards and put them in a pile in the middle of the table. They all looked the same from the backside. Kinsley shook her head as she looked at them, then mumbled under her breath.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Alek, I don’t have enough clothes. I’m screwed. Can you take me home?”
She leaned back into me, and I had to stifle a groan. Her heavy breasts rubbed against my arm, and I looked down at her.
“Marcus had a run to make. Maybe later,” I teased.
“You hate me, don’t you? Are you honestly going to let me strip in front of your brothers?”
I threw my head back and laughed.
“Wow, I knew you were a weirdo,”
she huffed.
“No need to strip for them. All you have to do is complete your cards.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re wearing clothes. Can I call an Uber and catch the first flight home?”
she tried again.
“Nope. I promise it’s all in good fun, kotyonok.”
If this didn’t loosen her up and secure my shot with her, nothing would.
“What does that mean? You keep calling her that,”
Sarah asked.
“Kitten. It means kitten, Sarah,”
she said with a heavy sigh.
“Oh, I almost forgot. There are props as well.”
Jenna got up, disappeared, and returned with a basket that she set down on the table.
Kinsley peeked inside and shook her head.
Sarah was chosen to go first and got a question card. “What gets you wet faster, phone sex or sexting? Hmm. Sexting. Phone sex seems archaic,”
she answered with a grin.
Ivan went next. “I dare you to kiss the girl…”
He paused, flicking his eyes at each of the girls. Kinsley was sitting to his left and Sarah to his right. “To your right,”
he finished, before leaning over and kissing Sarah deeply.
Kinsley let out a sigh of relief, and I had to laugh.
Jenna went next and got a dare card as well. She had to seductively eat a banana from the basket. While everyone’s eyes were on Jenna, Nik’s were glued to Kinsley’s face, and it forced my attention to her. I expected to see her flushed in embarrassment. Instead, her forehead was wrinkled as she watched.
Kinsley’s mouth moved, and I tried reading her lips and caught the words, “If you angle just a little.”
She was mentally critiquing Jenna; it was hilarious.
Then my eyes narrowed. Whose dick had she sucked to know angles? Nik chuckled, and I turned and aimed a glare at him. Fucker could read my thoughts like no one else.
Nik got a question card and read it out. “If you had to be locked in a room with one person in this group, whom would you choose and why?”
He thought for a moment before answering. “Kinsley, because I have about a hundred and one questions I’d love to ask you,”
he spoke directly to her.
“You’d ask her questions? Uh-huh, right,”
Ivan mocked.
“He could ask them. Doesn’t mean I’d answer.”
She notched her head and drew closer to me.
“Oh, baby girl, he won’t save you. He’d come up with a third of them. As far as answering goes, I’m pretty creative. I’ve no doubt I could get you to sing.”
Nikolai’s voice took on a husky tone, which had me rolling my eyes.
He was reminding her that our interests revolved around her being on our caseload. She probably thought because Pasha was gone she would fade away. I studied her face and subsequently wanted to kick Nik for being so damned obvious. This was doing the opposite of getting her to open up to us.
“It’s your turn, Kinsley,”
Sarah said, breaking the ensuing silence.
She leaned over and picked a card. “Um, yeah. Well, this got awkward real quick. I’m not sure this one is physically possible.”
She looked at me, flushing.