Page 65 of Bourbon Kingdom
“I guess that solidifies it; Diego is the winner,” Pepper awarded.
“Wait, what?”” Blane cut in. “When the fuck did this become a competition? If I would have known, I would have gone all out. I demand a redo.”
“Too late, the ladies have spoken,” Diego said, while smacking Blane in the chest and then taking off to get some more shot glasses.
“This is bullshit.” Blane crossed his arms over his chest and sat in a chair.
“Aw, poor baby. You can give me a private show later,” Babs winked as she sat on his lap, inviting herself. Blane seemed to cheer up from Babs’ attention. There was no doubt in my mind those two would be banging soon, and fuck if they weren’t an attractive pairing with their blonde hair and beautiful skin. Those would be some good-looking babies, that was for damn sure.
Once Diego returned, we all held out our shot glasses and watched as Francy poured us some intoxicating liquid. With a collective clink, we cheered, and downed our first shot. The smooth liquid burned down my throat, awakening me for the first time in a while. It was good to have my girls with me; it was energizing.
“Where’s Lyla?” I asked, as Francy started to pour more shots.
Pepper brushed off the question, “She and Kace got in some argument.”
“They aresofucking,” Babs said. “It’s obvious. The tension between those two is ridiculous.”
“You really think they are?” I asked, feeling giddy. If I could pick anyone for Kace, it would be Lyla; she would give him a good run for his money, and I would pay a lot of money for front-row seats to that show.
“No doubt about it,” Fancy chimed in. “They are either fighting or nowhere to be seen, which can only mean one thing: they’re fucking.”
“And that hooker hasn’t told me,” I said, a little surprised. “Next time I see her, I’ll be harassing her. No one bones and doesn’t tell me. I need to know where all dicks and pussies that are close to me go.”
“You keeping score?” Diego asked. “If that’s the case, then should I start listing off all the pussy I’ve seen this week?”
A laugh escaped my throat. “Please, Diego, the only pussy you’ve seen this week is one on a computer screen.”
“What, does that not count?” he smirked.
Infuriating man.
“All right, what’s the game?” Blane asked, clapping his hands together.
“Truth or dare,” Tootse said with excitement.
“Aw, babe, you’re cute,” Francy replied, with a kiss to Tootse’s nose. “So innocent.”
“Is that not a good suggestion?” she asked, confused.
“It’s perfect,” I cut in. “All right, Diego, truth or dare?”
The devilish grin he had on his face scared me too much, I was going to make sure I only gave him options, because by the way he was looking at me, I could see things getting frisky . . . fast.
“Dare,” he winked at me.
Gulping, I nodded and tried to think of something to dare him.
“Make out with Lo,” Babs said.
“What, are we twelve?” I asked. “He’s not making out with me.”
“I’ll take it,” he said, while walking toward me, his eyes set on my lips.
Putting my hands out, I stopped him and said, “I asked him truth or dare, so I get to tell him what to do.”
“Thatishow the game is played,” Blane defended me, but I was pretty sure he had ulterior motives. Even though Babs was sitting on his lap, he still looked at me like he wanted to eat me up.
“Fine,” Diego backed up, but not far enough. His cologne and bare body were fogging my senses, and I could feel my body warming up to the idea of making out with him. He had the most luscious lips ever; he could probably do some real damage to my horny status with those lips.
