Chapter Fifteen
. . .
“Ithought it never rained here,” I say with a frown, staring out the windows of the bungalow as raindrops pelt the sand.
Brody looks up from where he’s lounging on the couch in only boxer shorts and socks. “Rarely and never aren’t the same thing.”
My fingers run through Brooks’ hair as he reads a book from my lap. I shouldn’t complain; this is actually nice. We’re cozy, holed up with music softly playing in the background.
But still, they were taking me surfing today.
“We should play a game,” Wells tosses out, sitting up as he stretches from an oversized chair. “That’s a rainy-day activity.”
The idea hangs in the room for a second before I shrug. “I’m in.”
Brody closes his laptop. “What kind of game?”
Of course, I’m assuming it’s something sexual. Because since Friday, we’ve been fucking like rabbits, and it’s Sunday. There’s not a surface in this house we haven’t desecrated.
But Wells shrugs, taking a sip from his water bottle before he says, “How about Jenga?”
“Truth or dare Jenga?” Brooks adds, still staring at his book.
I have no idea what kind of game that is, but judging by the mischievous grins on Brody’s and Wells’ faces, I’m in for it.
Ten minutes later, we’ve got a giant tower built, full of questions and dares we’ve written on the blocks. But not the regular-size block. This is like life-size.
I smile to myself because I made all my dares and truths especially dirty.
“Who’s first?” I ask excitedly, putting my hands on my hips.
I’m only wearing Brody’s T-shirt, so I guess it’s a good thing nobody suggested Twister. Because then we’d be right-hand cock, left-hand pussy.
On second thought, is it too late to suggest it?
“You first,” Brody directs me as he rubs a hand over Wells’ thigh.
I walk around the tower, choosing before I slide a block out. I recognize Brooks’ writing, so I look at him before I read what it says.
“Dare: Do an impersonation of everyone’s orgasm face.”
The last of my words come out as a laugh before my lips press together.
This is ridiculous. But I point at Wells first and give it my best shot.
By the time I get them all done, we’re all but rolling on the floor.
“Wait, wait,” Brooks rushes out. “I’ll do yours.”
I toss a pillow at him as he makes a face that’s a cross between torture, ecstasy, and constipation. Humiliating.
“I hate you,” I kid before he grabs my thigh and jerks me down to his lap so I’m straddling him.
He nuzzles my neck, biting at my skin as I squeal before he makes me look at him.
“Take it back.”
I do. Immediately.
“It’s back. Never to be seen again. I like you again.”
He smiles, our lips meet, and my body warms.
“We’ve created a monster,” Wells says, making me break the kiss and look over my shoulder as he adds, “You’re up, Brooks.”
My ass is slapped, and I’m lifted off the very comfortable lap I was straddling before Brooks is up on his feet, pulling out a block.
Why does everyone have to be down for games that don’t include my body? Wells is right—they have created a monster. A wildly horny monster.
Whatever it says elicits a smirk from him before he reads, “Truth: What’s something you have no business being as good at as you are?”
I smile because this is payback. I got his, so now he got mine.
He chuckles. “I mean, I have so many hidden talents.” He winks at Wells before crossing his arms, thinking, then says, “Math. I actually almost failed out in high school because I was so bored. But I can add, multiply, divide, and subtract any number, no matter how large, inside my head.”
My face whips to the guys because it would be like Brooks to lie just for shits and giggles. There’s no way.
They look just as shocked as me. So, he is lying?
“Wait, you guys didn’t know this…and how long have you been together?”
“Three years,” Wells answers with a grin. “But it makes sense. I’ve never seen you use a calculator.”
“Or a pencil and paper,” Brody adds.
So, he isn’t lying? I laugh. “Prove it.”
Brooks shrugs and goes about finding a calculator before he hands it over, then sits on the couch.
“Do your worst, Stunner.”
“Do I just say it to you?”
He nods, so I rattle off a bunch of numbers as I type them, first telling him to multiply, then divide by another number, before subtracting an even bigger one.
“Okay. What does that equal?” I breathe out with a smile on my face.
He closes one eye, his face scrunching up like he’s deep in thought before he says, “Three thousand, four hundred…and seventy-five, no seventy-seven. Sorry.”
The guys crowd around me on the floor to see if he’s right.
“Holy shit,” they both say as I smile even wider.
“I wanna do it again,” I squeal.
Brooks chuckles and nods. So that’s what we do for the next five minutes until he groans and throws a pillow at us.
“Enough. I’m getting a headache.”
“Fine,” I grumble. “But I vote we put him on America’s Got Talent and win some money.”
Wells nods as Brody laughs before he gets up because it’s his turn. He chooses quickly and reads, “Dare: Share your most embarrassing sexual moment.”
“Easy,” he says, looking straight at me. “Remember the dressing room? I came when I had you against the wall. There was a whole-ass mess in my pants. By the time I got home, my fucking shorts were stuck to my legs.”
The guys laugh, but I say, “Aw, but I don’t think that counts. Because it’s not embarrassing. It’s cute.”
Brooks shakes his head. “That’s how you know she likes you, Brod. She thinks premature ejaculation is cute.”
I roll my eyes as Brody stalks toward me, playfully menacing, before he picks me up easily, lifting me off the floor. Like a koala, I cling to him, enjoying his big hands on my ass.
He walks us over to the couch, next to Brooks, before we plop down. I slide off him, snuggling up close as I stretch his shirt over my bent knees.
Brooks sneaks his hand under the shirt, tickling the hair on my cunt, making me giggle.
“Quit,” I breathe out, but he pouts before laying his head on my shoulder.
Wells stays on the floor, stretching his body closer to the Jenga tower. God, he’s sexy. He takes a block from the bottom, pushing it out from the middle slowly. He holds it above his face as he reads.
“Truth: Confess a fantasy nobody knows about.”
“Oooo,” I say as I glance down, noticing how Brooks absent-mindedly plays with my anklet.
“Damn,” Brody tosses out. “That was mine. I was hoping Margot’d get it.”
I grin, but my gaze lands on Wells as he places the block on his stomach before linking his hands behind his head.
“Same,” he agrees with Brody. “Because I mean, I’ve done a lot of shit… There’s not a lot nobody knows about.”
I lick my top lip and call bullshit. “Not a lot doesn’t mean nothing. Are you too chicken to tell us?”
Wells is silent, but a shit-eating grin grows on his face. And that expression has the same effect on all three of us because we all look at each other before scooting to the edge of the couch and leaning over to stare at him a bit closer.
“What was it Wells said to me the first time—”
Brooks cuts me off. “We can’t make all your dreams come true if we don’t know what they are.”
Wells chuckles, not answering until Brody joins the hunt for this elusive fantasy.
“Baby.”
It’s one word. But the way Brody says it, so gently, but with heat attached as if there’s a promise in it, draws Wells’ eyes before he caves.
“I used to have this dream that we’re all a tangled mess in bed.”
Brooks smirks. “So, our life?”
“Shut up and let me finish.” Wells laughs. “In the fantasy, we’ve been kissing for hours. The kind of kissing where your lips feel swollen and used—”
As he speaks, the room suddenly begins to feel smaller and more charged.
“We’re exploring each other’s bodies without limits. But after a while, two of us start getting a little bit more serious—”
We’re listening on bated breath. I blink slowly, feeling my lips part.
Wells plays with the block on his stomach, turning it around and around in his hands. “—and the one of us we’re leaving out gets mad.”
Brody shifts his head to look at Brooks and me, whispering, “Who knew Wells had a baby-girl kink?”
“I heard that, dick.” Wells laughs, lifting his hand and flipping Brody off. “Anyway…you guys fight over me until you decide as my punishment that I’ll be denied any pleasure while you two fuck me front to back.”
The picture in my head has me wishing I had underwear on because if Brooks were to reach under this shirt again, he’d find a slick surprise.
I’m about to tell Wells how relatable his fantasy is, but Brody speaks first.
“That block said to confess something nobody knows. We’ve done that.”
Goddamn. Why’d they have to do all the fun stuff before me. So rude.
Wells ignores him for a second before he sighs. “I wasn’t done. You two are so impatient.” His eyes lock on mine. “You’re the only good one.”
I smile, then stick my tongue out at Brooks, who pokes my side.
Wells continues. “Lately, that dream’s been more crowded.”
Oh.
“Instead of Brody behind me,” Wells says huskier, “it’s you, Margot. You’re pegging me while Brody sucks me off. And I do the same to Brooks.”
Minus the music, you could hear a pin drop in the room.
I’m not sure what to say. My head volleys between Brody and Brooks, who seem as affected as I feel.
Brody spreads his legs, adjusting himself, and I can see that he’s hard. And his eyes haven’t left Wells.
My lips fold over my teeth as I press them together because I’m thinking back to the story my sister told me about her and Scottie.
The idea seemed so far away from my reality that if someone had told me that a week later, I’d be almost nude in three guys’ living room, wondering if I could Prime a strap-on, I would’ve called them a liar.
When the silence doesn’t die out, Wells pushes up to his elbows, staring back at the three of us as if he’s just told us a story about eating corn.
I’d like to eat his corn. Jesus, even my thoughts are phallic and horny.
“Whose turn is it?” he says, completely unaffected by the fact that he kind of asked me to peg him.