Chapter 33
Winnie
I t’s Diesel who speaks up first.
“Let’s make it Dare or Dare,” he suggests.
“Dare or Dare?” I ask, raising a brow.
Diesel grins. “It goes like this. You offer up two dares, and the person you’re daring has to take one of them. Then they offer up two dares to the next person. But here’s the catch—one of their dares has to be the dare they didn’t take for themselves. And this goes on.”
Cruz snickers. “You just made that up, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah,” Diesel admits.
“No, wait,” I jump in. “It sounds like fun. But there are four of us, so why don’t we make it Dare or Dare or Dare or Dare?”
They all look at me like I’ve inhaled too much smoke, but I’m really liking this idea, now .
I hold up a hand. “Hear me out. I’ll give Diesel four dares. He takes one, and the next three pass along to Cruz. Then the next two pass along to Axe. Then the dare none of you took becomes the dare I have to take.”
“All I want to know is… does this game end with us naked in the lake?” Cruz asks. “Because I’m fine with that.”
I laugh. “Maybe.” I wiggle my brows.
“I’m in.”
Axel winds a finger around one of my curls and gives it a tug. “Go ahead, Win.”
“Okay. Diesel, here are your dares.” I hold up a finger as I think about it for a moment. “Dare one, strip down to your undies and don’t put your clothes back on for the rest of the night.”
“Wait, hold on,” Cruz cuts in. “Deez, skip that one. If either of you keep Winnie from having to take it, or your body’s gonna be found at the bottom of the lake in a couple weeks when they drag it.”
I can’t help my grin, and when Axel sees it and grins back at me, the twinkle in his eye tells me he knows I have something more up my sleeve.
“Dare two,” I say sweetly. “Take off your shirt and don’t put it back on for the rest of the night. Dare three, give any one of us a lap dance for a full minute. And dare four, put on the blindfold and kiss everyone here, to see if you can tell who is who.”
“Wait, hold on,” Cruz cuts in again, and the other guys groan. “No seriously, I change my mind. Leave the last one for Win. I don’t give a shit about kissing you two losers, but the thought of Winnie’s luscious mouth on me is too much. It trumps anything.”
My cheeks warm up with the look he gives me.
“Does it trump skinny-dipping?” Axel says.
Cruz gives him a serious look. “Winnie’s mouth, though.”
They all three murmur in agreement while looking at me like they want to devour me. Diesel rips off his shirt.
I’m glad I won’t have to strip down to my panties right now. I’m not ready for them to see how wet they’re making me already, and I don’t think the peach cotton thong I picked out for tonight will hide it.
After Axel gives me the world’s most hilarious, yet arousing, fully-clothed lap dance, Cruz peels his clothes down to his tight black boxers, his eyes on mine so intense I feel like it’s me he’s undressing. When his near-naked body glows like a god’s in the firelight, the blindfold comes back out.
“Your turn. Get on over here Winnie,” Cruz says, dangling the blindfold toward me.
“But there’s just one little thing,” I say with a smile as I make my way over to him. Diesel and Axel follow me, and I give them a sassy wink.
“I guess for this to work, you two boys will have to strip down to match Cruzie. Otherwise when I get handsy, your clothes will be a dead giveaway as to who is who.”
I give them all a satisfied smirk. Like I didn’t design the game to have this exact result. I’m a boss at campfire games.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Axel says.
My brows pull together .
“As much as I love the thought of you getting handsy with me, baby, we’re kissing you, don’t forget,” Cruz says with a wicked grin as he saunters up behind me, and takes my hands, pinning them behind my back. His breath is warm on my neck when he runs his lips along my skin
My heart squeezes. Before I can even gather my wits about me, he has a bungee cord out and he’s tying my hands at the wrist behind my back.
Well, shit, now my panties are wetter than ever. I’ve never even told Cruz that being tied up in his bungee cords makes the very top tier of my top sex fantasies list.
After he has my wrists tied, he covers my eyes with the bandana. His lips skim my neck again, and this time my senses are doubly heightened.
“Ready?” he says.
I nod, and there is a long moment where they force me to wait. And wait, the bastards. The anticipation has my body quivering with need.
The atmosphere shifts suddenly and then lips touch mine. Softly at first, and then fingers touch my chin, holding me steady as his mouth opens, and the touch of his tongue against mine ignites me.
It’s Diesel, of course. I’ve known it since that moment before our lips even touched. But I kiss him and kiss him, until his hands are raking through my hair and my tongue is tangled with his. I’m already desperate to pull my hands free and touch him. Run my hands along the hard planes of his chest. His nipples.
Oh, God, it’s not fair .
As if he can read my thoughts, he palms my breast, and his fingers caress my nipple. I moan, and he pulls away, leaving me whimpering as the space between us grows empty and cold.
“Diesel,” I whine.
Three laughs surround me.
“Wow,” I hear, and I know it’s Diesel.
The next kiss is Axel. It’s strong from the get-go, his lips commanding mine. He’s the sweetest guy in the world but I suspect he’s bold and commanding in bed. It’s a place I’ve never been with him, and as his hands grip my hips, his thumbs stroking my belly, I’m so aware of how close the giant bed is. And how much I want to be in it with Axel. And Diesel. And Cruz.
I push my mouth into his, wanting more, and my cheek bumps his glasses. When Axel pulls away, I’m practically panting. “Axel.”
The next kiss is a trick. They really are adorable for thinking this would be a challenge. I know my boys. I don’t need to see them to tell them apart. Even under a sugary layer of melted marshmallows and chocolate on their tongues, the scents of them before we even touched are as distinct to my senses as the taste of them when our mouths meet.
But I play. I let Axel – this time with his glasses off – kiss me, again. I let his hands skim my tits, squeezing. I let his tongue steal every last sense in my head, other than the ability to kiss for dear life, and rock my hips into him.
“Axel, that wasn’t very nice of you. It was Cruzie’s turn,” I say when he pulls away .
He laughs, and then it’s Cruz in front of me for real this time.
When Cruz kisses me, he brushes his lips across mine with just the barest hint of contact. I smile against his mouth.
“Hi, Cruz,” I say, biting back a laugh.
He takes my face in his hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. “Damn you’re good, Win.”
He whispers the words into my hair, his breath hot against my ear. Then his tongue teases my earlobe. He gives it a playful little nip as he moves his hands down to my breasts. Running a thumb over the tight bud of my nipple, he says, “Will one of you please dare me to motorboat Win?”
Diesel snorts but Axel groans. “Good God, Cruz.”
“Good God is right,” Cruz says, kissing my hair, and squeezing my tits. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ve got the sweetest heaven in my hands.”
“I beg to differ,” Diesel says.
I perk up at the feel of movement behind me. An arm wraps around my waist from behind and then Diesel’s murmurs, “The sweetest heaven is right about… here.”
One of his hands parts my thighs, slipping between them, while his other hand palms my ass. “And this is a close second.”
Diesel’s expert fingers rub against me through my pants while Cruz gently kneads my tits. I moan. My knees are weak. And of course, I’m wet as hell.
And then a hand takes my jaw, and it’s Axel turning my face toward him. His mouth covers mine just as Diesel brushes my clit with his thumb, just right, and Cruz grazes my nipple with his teeth .
My brain suddenly can’t deal with the number of hands or something because all thoughts in my head other than holy shit! And ohh my God , more, more, more! are long gone.
“Okay, Win,” Cruz says, his voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it before. “I dare you to take off all my clothes and fuck me right here, darlin’.”
I laugh against Axel’s lips, but it’s not like I’m not tempted to take Cruz up on the offer.
“Wait,” Diesel says “Let’s slow things down a little, shall we?”
“Easy for you to say, Alice,” Cruz growls. “You’ve already been to Wonderland.” Then he says, “Fine. I dare you to play Seven Minutes in the Tent with me, Win.”
Axel frowns against me before pulling away and suddenly I’m alone again, and I hate that I can’t see them, or touch them.
“Seven minutes is all you’ll need, buddy?” Diesel teases, and his tone sounds good natured enough, but I suddenly don’t want to lose three pairs of hands on my body. Or three pairs of lips against my skin.
Oh my, God, am I really thinking about that?
“Untie me now, please,” I ask, and within a breath the blindfold is off and my hands are free.
I blink at them all as the firelight flickers behind them, and I’m suddenly nervous as fuck because I know what I want.
How sturdy is the bed in that tent, I wonder.
“It’s okay if you want to go into the tent with Cruz, Winnie,” Axel says. “Go. Have fun.” Then he adds, to Cruz, “Just bring her back in one piece, alright?”
Cruz looks surprised, and turns to me, brow raised .
I glance at the tent as waves of desire wash over me. Still, I hesitate.
Then I meet Axel’s eyes and hope he correctly interprets the meaningful look I give him as I say, “Actually, could we… could we go…?”
My heart is starting to race so hard that I can’t get the words out right at all. Cruz and Diesel wear matching expressions of confusion as they try to figure out what I want.
“Give us a second, guys,” Axel says.
Diesel is still confused, but Cruz looks positively deflated as Axel takes my hand and leads me away from the fire pit, behind one of the trees ringing the campsite.
I lean against the tree, reminding myself to breathe. My heart is… no pun intended… hammering in my chest. Axel looks down at me, his eyebrows raised slightly. The expression on his face is so gentle, so serious.
“Are you okay, Win?” he asks. “Are you trying to say you’re ready for…?”
I nod, my face growing hot. “Did you bring lube?” I whisper, practically choking on the words.
Axel reaches up, his fingertips skimming the side of my face. “Yes, sweetheart, I brought lube,” he whispers back. “And remember what I said. There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about.”
I reach up on my toes and kiss him. “I’m ready.”
“Okay,” he says. “But just because you want to experiment with this doesn’t mean everything has to happen tonight, alright? You can have fun with all of us without having to take all of our cocks at once, if you’re not ready for that. ”
Oh. My. God. I am going to spontaneously combust. Did Axel Hammer really just say that to me?
“I googled positions,” I confess. “It’s kind of like human Tetris and I am not as bendy as women in porn. But I’m ready.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Well, damn. But you know, googling positions could’ve been an activity we did as a couple.”
“The thought of looking at the naked perfect bodies of other women with you does not appeal to me.”
“Oh, Win. I wouldn’t have been looking at the screen. I would’ve been watching your face while you looked at the screen.”
He sounds so sincere, I know his words are true. Yep. Definitely going to spontaneously combust.
Suddenly we’re locked in the most passionate kiss of my life and that’s saying a lot. Before I know what’s happening, Axel has literally swept me off my feet. My back rests against the tree and my legs are around his waist and he’s grinding his cock into me.
“Hey! You two get eaten by a bear or something?” Cruz calls.
Axel and I break apart.
“Do you regret not being on a one-on-one date?” I ask him, breathless.
He shakes his head. “Not a bit. Are you ready?”
I chew my lip. “I don’t really know what to say to them. How do I even start? Should I just tell them I want to have sex with all of you at the same time?”
My nerves are beginning to fill my head with doubts again .
“You can,” he says. “Or I can get things started for you. It’ll be fine, I promise.” He puts me down and takes my hand and we walk back to Diesel and Cruz, who wait expectantly.
“There must be a breeze behind that tree we’re not gettin’ over here,” Diesel teases, “because your hair has gotten all mussed up, dollface.”
I smooth down my curls and Diesel cracks, “I was talking to Axe.”
I glance at Axel, and I suppose he does look like he’s stuck his head in a salad spinner. His glasses are slightly crooked, too, and somehow all it does is make him look hotter than ever. I let go of his hand to comb through his locks with my fingers, taming them a bit. I straighten his glasses before dropping a kiss onto his gorgeous lips.
“Do you want to tell them or do you want me to?” Axel takes my wrist, giving me a reassuring squeeze.
For the millionth time since we’ve started dating, I find myself thinking: What is my life?
I clear my throat. I can’t do it if I can’t even say it, can I?
And I want it badly, so I blurt out, “I’ve been thinking about having sex with all three of you. Tonight. At the same time.”
Diesel and Cruz’s eyes both go real wide for a split second before they get their expressions under control.
Axel squeezes my waist.
“Shit, babe. Don’t make proclamations like that around an open flame,” Cruz says with a laugh. “I might pass out and fall into the campfire.”
“Did Axel dare you to tell us to mess with us?” Diesel says .
“This isn’t a dare. I’m not messing with you,” I tell them. “It’s something I really want.
“Seriously,” Cruz says again. “I might pass out and fall into the fire.”
“I mean,” I twist my hands together. “If you are both… into the idea, that is.”
“We’re into the idea,” Diesel and Cruz say together, without another beat.