Chapter 4 #2
I met her gaze and looked over her body.
Could I tell her that she was my type to a T?
Should I tell her that her full lips and even fuller breasts made my cock hard just thinking of them?
Could I tell her that her quick wit and carefree attitude were the most attractive things about her?
I thought about being completely honest since I’d never see her again after this weekend.
But instead, I just picked up the cold beer in front of me and took a large swig. A resounding “boo” filled the room.
Oliver elbowed me in the side and laughed. “Come on, Knox! Play the game with us.”
“Yeah!” Sam added. “It’s your turn to ask.”
I thought over my question and took another drink of my beer.
“Birdie.” I pointed the top of my bottle to her. “Truth: Do you think size really matters?”
Her cheeks turned bright red as a flush washed over her face.
I wasn’t a cocky person, but I knew for a fact that I had caught her looking at my package several times the previous night while I was standing in her kitchen in my boxers.
And from the look on her face, I knew she liked what she saw and was thinking about it at that moment.
She cleared her throat and looked between Oliver and me like she was trying to come up with a smart-ass answer. “I mean, we both know that you’re not lacking in that department so why does it matter what I answer?”
“Damn!” Tej yelled.
“Oh shit!” Chauncey howled.
“Girl! You didn’t tell me you saw his dick!” Sam screamed.
Birdie simply stared at me and cocked her eyebrow. I knew she would have a quippy comeback to my question. I had to smile because she got me.
After a few more rounds of truth or dare, it was Sam’s turn. “Birdie: I dare you and Knox to spend seven minutes in heaven.”
Birdie’s eyebrows flew up her forehead. My stomach fell to my ass. A chorus of “ooooooh” filled the room as Tej said, “There’s a walk-in closet in Oliver’s room.” He nodded down the hall to the penthouse’s master bedroom.
Birdie paused, her hand lingering on the rim of her rum and cola. I thought she might drink, but at the last second, she jumped up, grabbed my hand, and marched down the hall. I turned back to see Oliver tipping his glass to me before taking a swig.
I followed Birdie into Oliver’s room, where she paused for the briefest moment as she located the closet before pulling me in with her and closing the door. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the dark. She dropped my hand, leaning against the door frame.
“Sorry,” she said. “I never turn down a dare from Sam. But we don’t have to do anything, we can just stand here for seven minutes.”
I looked her way, her dress catching the light that spilled in from under the door. Magnetized, I took a step in her direction. “If that’s what you want.”
“I mean, it’s not…that’s not…I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” she stammered. Her body was tense in the small space.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” I replied, my voice low.
Birdie laughed. “Well, then I guess we should at least be able to tell them that we did something, right? Or they’ll never let us live it down.” She stepped forward, closing the gap between us. I felt her rise onto her tiptoes as she pulled my face down toward hers and brushed a kiss onto my cheek.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arm around her waist before she could pull away, lifting her off the ground. We both paused; in the darkness, we could barely make out each other’s features, but I could feel her gaze, our faces a hair’s breadth away from each other.
“Is that all you want?” I asked.
I felt her head move ever so slightly side to side. “No,” she answered, her voice barely audible.
I swept my free arm under her ass, tucking her legs around my waist as I hoisted her higher. Her face caught the light, and I could see her studying me, her eyes bright.
“I have a rule,” I murmured.
“What’s that?” she breathed.
“I need an enthusiastic yes before I go any further. Not just a soft whisper of a yes.” My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and I could see the side of her mouth quirk up.
“Kiss me,” she said, her voice louder than before.
She grabbed the back of my head and brought her mouth over mine, linking our lips together.
The lingering sweetness and spice of her rum and cola rolled over my tongue as I explored her mouth with mine.
Her nipples hardened against my chest, and it took everything in me not to reach up and set them free from that skin-tight dress.
Her fingers scratched across the back of my scalp and a soft moan escaped my mouth before I could swallow it down.
Jesus.
This woman knew exactly what I liked and what set me off. After she scratched down my back, she brought her fingers back up to my head, laced them through my short hair, and tugged.
I ground my hips up and started to suck my way down her neck.
She let a not-so-quiet moan slip from her lips.
Our mouths met again as I adjusted my grip on her ass.
Her cheeks were firm yet so pliable in my hands as I squeezed my fingers into them.
I ran my hand along the hem of her dress and was just about to slide it up to her waist when there was a banging on the door.
We quickly pulled apart and looked at each other, both a bit shell-shocked.
“Hey kids, the cars are here!” Vince’s voice was muffled through the closet door.
I set Birdie down and she fixed her dress. I adjusted myself, making sure my zipper was in the right place so it didn’t bruise my bulging cock.
“So…” I cleared my throat.
“Good game.” She smiled, eyes twinkling. “You did great for someone who has never played seven minutes in heaven.”