Chapter 7
seven
WYATT
“Why is there a debate about the twin situation?” I asked Jade, when she went with a truth again.
“My boyfriend was a major asshole. His brother was even worse, and he was dating my best friend at the time. I was young enough and stupid enough not to care how he treated me. My best friend broke up with her boyfriend one night after they hooked up. She insisted that the brothers had swapped. They denied it.”
Jade finished, “I still have no idea who was telling the truth, but I obviously sided with her. Both relationships ended. Our friendship did too, after she graduated a few weeks later and moved on to better things.”
“How old were you?”
Jade lifted a finger.
I sighed. “Dare.”
The woman was going to wipe the fucking floor with me in this game, and we both knew it. I might as well hand her the mop.
“Pants off, Jones.”
I stood up and dropped my jeans. The way she checked me out erased any possible discomfort with stripping while she was fully clothed.
“How old were you?” I repeated.
“Barely nineteen. You didn’t technically ask, but I’ll give you this—I was in a handful of messy, toxic relationships in the year after I lost my dad. Being alone in the world so young really fucked with me.”
“How long has it been since you dated someone seriously?”
She flashed me a teasing smile. “Truth or dare?”
If I went with another dare, I was going to end up naked while she was still fully clothed.
“Truth,” I said.
“Ooh.” A wicked look flashed in her eyes.
I was probably going to regret this.
“Which of your pack members is your favorite?” she checked.
That was a hell of a lot better than I expected.
Maybe she wanted to drag out the floor-wiping.
“Connor.”
“Why?”
I gave her a pointed look.
She waved a hand. “Truth.”
If I wanted to even the playing field clothing-wise, I was going to have to get her to switch to a dare by asking her a question she really didn’t want to answer.
One I wouldn’t want to hear the answer to, either.
“Describe every moment of your most recent sexual encounter in extreme detail,” I said.
Delight flashed in her eyes. “Damn, Jones. I didn’t think you had it in you. I’m impressed.”
“I aim to please,” I drawled.
Jade laughed. “Alright, hit me with your dare.”
“Take your shirt off.”
She tugged it over her head, and my cock immediately jumped.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Fuck me.
She was completely and utterly confident as she leaned back on her palms. As she should’ve been.
Her tits were fucking perfect. “Alright. Why is Connor your favorite? Also, side note, have I met him before? That’s not part of the question, but since I’m technically in your pack now, I’d like to know. ”
“You haven’t met him. He’s got long hair that Abby goes on about every time we go to book club, so I’m sure you’d remember him. He’s my favorite because he minds his own business. Most of the other bastards are pushy about quality time and other shit like that.”
“How dare they care about you and want to spend time with you.”
“Exactly.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was grinning.
“Truth or dare?” I asked.
“Truth.”
“How long since you’ve dated someone seriously?” Yeah, I was bringing back the question.
“Eight years, actually. After I graduated with my bachelor’s degree, I never really succeeded with men. I can be slightly intense.” She held up two fingers, just a small distance apart from each other.
I’d picked up on the intensity with the shower thing.
“Why would that stop you from dating?”
She shrugged. “People get overwhelmed I guess.”
“They don’t deserve you, then.”
“I know.” Her confidence was sexy. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“If you could fuck me anywhere in this house right now, where would you choose?”
I should’ve seen that coming.
My cock was so hard it hurt.
I wasn’t competitive enough to care about winning the game. I would cook for her even if I won, on top of that.
But the challenge in her eyes told me she didn’t think I was going to answer. She still wanted the game to continue, and had a messed-up opinion of how comfortable I was with sex. So I was going to keep playing.
“In the shower,” I said.
“How would you do it?”
“Truth or dare, Hoover?”
Her eyes gleamed. “Truth.”
“If I could fuck you anywhere in this house right now, where would you choose?”
“Jones, I think you’ve officially figured out the game.”
“I learned from the best.”
She studied me, still leaning back with her weight on her palms as she sat on my ottoman like she belonged there.
Maybe she did.
“Dare,” she said, surprising me.
I needed a good one. Something she wouldn’t want to do.
“Jump in the lake,” I said.
Jade shuddered at the thought. “Truth it is. Honestly, I’d just climb you right there. On the couch.” She gestured toward me. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“How would you fuck me in the shower?”
“In the same position we were. Face to face, your back to the wall, and your hands above your head.”
“Maybe there’s a little dominance kink in you.”
“Maybe. Truth or dare?”
“Now that the lake’s on the table, you can just assume I’m a truth girl from here on out.”
“How would you fuck me?”
Her gaze moved over me slowly before she answered. “I’d just sit on your lap and kiss the hell out of you. One thing would lead to another.”
My erection definitely wasn’t on its way out.
“Truth or dare?” she asked.
“Truth.”
“Did you ever have a fantasy or a sex dream about Corrine?”
My entire face wrinkled in disgust, and my cock finally softened a little.
“No.”
“Not even once?”
“Not even once, Hoover.”
“Damn. Fate really did screw up.”
“Yup. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” She dragged a hand through the top of her hair, tangling the long, damp strands a little more. Her last question had been pretty far off from the game she’d started.
That was the game she wanted to play, though. And I did know what she was doing. The more we knew about each other and the more comfortable we were together physically, the easier it would be to adjust to being mated.
The awkwardness between us had already faded significantly.
I definitely wasn’t opposed to shrinking it a little more.
“Do you want me to fuck you right now?” I asked.
Her cheeks reddened.
She didn’t seem to get embarrassed easily. It was the first time I’d seen her blush.
“Dare,” she said. “Please, come up with something better than the lake.”
“Alright…” I watched her play with the ends of her hair. She was trying not to seem self-conscious, but my question had clearly unsettled her.
She had already started things between us in the shower, and I was the one who had been uncertain. She probably didn’t want to make another first move.
I wouldn’t have.
I needed to be the one who started things between us again.
“Sit on my lap,” I said.
Her eyes widened slightly. She didn’t move immediately.
I wondered if she’d answer the question with a no, I don’t want you to screw me, instead.
But, after a beat of hesitation, she was lowering herself onto my lap.
She was still shirtless, those perfect tits on display as she straddled me on the couch.
I couldn’t stop my hands from lifting to her ass, squeezing lightly.
“Truth or dare,” she murmured.
“Truth.”
“Do you want to fuck me right now, Jones?”
“Badly.” I dragged one of my hands slowly up her bare back, obsessed with the feel of her soft skin on my palm. She arched against me a little more, her eyes closing as she tipped her head back.
“God, that feels good.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Can I touch you?”
Her lips curved upward. “That’s not a truth or a dare.”
“I surrender. You win.” I set her down on her back on the couch, leaning over her. “Can I touch you?”
“You don’t technically surrender in truth or dare, but yeah, you can—ohh, fuck.”
Her curse was a breathy moan when I tugged the borrowed boxers down her thighs and dragged my thumb lightly over her clit.
Her hips arched.
Hell, her entire body did.
“Like that?” I asked, circling it slowly. My only experience was porn and internet research, but it wasn’t rocket science.
“Wow. Yeah. Don’t stop.” Her voice was soft. Almost dazed.
I kept going. Her hands lifted to my shoulders, clutching my biceps tightly as I did.
Her body rocked.
Jerked.
Trembled.
She came with a soft cry, growing slicker beneath my touch as she lost control.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Her chest rose and fell heavily as she looked at me with hooded eyes, her entire body relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen it.
Pride crashed into me like a fucking tsunami.
I’d done that to her.
I’d made her feel good.
She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
This mate bond was nothing like my first one.
“Truth or dare?” she murmured.
“Just tell me what to do, Hoover.”
“Take your boxers off and wrap your hand around your cock.”
Jade wanted me to jerk off.
In front of her.
“Only if you let me taste you.”
She sighed dramatically. “I guess I could deal with that.”
I snorted.
She gave up the drama, grinning at me instead as she dragged me closer.