Page 47 of Take Me Back
Vander goes next. “I’ve never sucked a dick.”
Anya shoots him a look. “You’re lucky I have.” She tosses back her shot, and so does Kat.
After they refill, it’s Kat’s turn, and she goes a different route. “I’ve never shot a gun.”
Vander, Anya, and I drink, and then it’s my turn.
“I’ve never owned a Rolex.”
Anya and Vander drink, and it goes back to Anya.
“I’ve never fucked two women at the same time.”
Vander drinks and takes his turn. “I’ve never fucked two men at the same time.”
Anya drinks.
Kat’s turn, and surprisingly, she goes with, “I’ve never had a threesome of any kind.”
Anya, Vander, and I drink, and Kat’s eyes go wide with a question I’m sure I’ll end up answering later.
It’s my turn, and I decide to sayfuck it. I’ve had my suspicions about these two, and now’s the chance for me to confirm it. “I’ve never been a swinger.”
Both Anya and Vander drink, answering in the affirmative.
That explains a lot.
Anya goes next. “I’ve never ... worn a dog collar. Never mind. Yes, I have. Shit. I can’t think of anything else I’ve never done. This is sort of awkward.” She looks to Vander as if for help.
“You’ve never pierced your nipples,” he offers.
Her face turning a deeper shade of red, Kat downs her shot.
I look at her. “You had your nipples pierced?”
“Ooh ... See, this is when it gets fun. New dirt! What else did you pierce, you dirty girl?”
“I plead the fifth,” Kat says, her voice tight with embarrassment.
“That means there was something else! Now it’s your turn. Is there anything you want to know about your man?”
Kat glances at me before she speaks. “I’ve never ... cheated.”
“Oh shit. It’s getting serious now,” Anya says and then tosses back a shot, as does Vander.
I don’t even move my hand, and I never let my gaze leave Kat’s.
I already know the reason for her question was twofold. She wanted to make damn sure I knew she hadn’t cheated, and she was looking for one more confirmation that I didn’t cross the line. I have to admit that stings a little.
Silence hangs between us.
“On that note—hold, please.” Anya hops up. “I’m going to see if they have any snacks. I need some food if we’re going to keep downing shots at this rate.” She heads for the walkway, and Kat recovers from our shared moment of brutal honesty, courtesy of a drinking game.
“You never did say where you two were from.” Kat directs the question at Vander to break the silence.
He refills his shot glass and tosses it back before responding. “South Africa, Dubai, Britain, and a few other places in the meantime.”
“That explains the accent then. I thought British, but I wasn’t sure.”
