Page 79 of Comin' in Hot
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?
