Page 107 of Pucking Bad Boys

“Yeah?” I challenge him. “What if your name is drawn and you get fuck as an action but the other person isn’t one of the girls? Or even better, what if one of guys draws fuck and then draws your name? If that rocks your boat, good for you. But?—”

“No, you’re right. Sorry,” Davis looks redder than a tomato. “No fucking.”

There’s another debate, and we decide that if people decide to write something sexual, it can’t be anything past second base.

If people want a blowjob, they can get one in their own time and without a captive audience.

“So, nothing illegal and nothing past some light groping. Also, nothing that could cause serious harm or damage.” Mack adds. “We have a hockey season in front of us, and I’m pretty sure no one wants to have to explain how they got a season ending injury to Coach Harrison. Yeah?”

“If anyone writes kiss, it’s a French kiss. It’s mandatory.” Gen dictates.

No one seems to have any objection to that.

Now that we agreed to the ground rules, we write our names and a dare and drop each piece of paper into the appropriate bowl.

“Let’s begin. I’ll draw the first three names.” Gen decides.

Talia

I don’t get Gen’s hard-on for raffles.

Her track record with them is questionable at best. The last time she volunteered to draw something from a hat, she got us garum for Cantucci’s group project. Arguably the hardest to replicate and most disgusting option we could have gotten.

But as usual, no one dares to argue with the Zeta president.

“Ok, here we go. The person who will be dared is… Vaughn.”

We all laugh at the way Vaughn rubs his hands together. “Bring it.”

“The action is flash. And the person who gets an eyeful is Sam.”

My BFF sighs. “Great. Where are we going to do this?”

Rather than answering her question using his words, Vaughn stands up from his seat on one of the couches that were pushed closer together so that we could all sit down while we play.

“Why should Sam have all the fun? It’s nothing my teammates haven’t seen before. And you’re all welcome, girls.”

He drops his jeans and underwear for about five seconds.

His antics are met with laughter and a few embarrassed squeals.

Vaughn has always been confident, to the point of cockiness, and now I understand why.

Let’s just say that he has nothing to envy Macklin in the dick department.

“Ugh.” Sam blushes up to the root of her hair. “Thanks for manscaping. I guess.”

The next dare is for Jayden to do a body shot on Nigel.

There’s a lot of laughter as the new guy bares his hairy stomach and lays flat on the coffee table.

There are a lot of gagging noises on both sides, but eventually the dare is completed.

“Genevieve,” Jayden reads. “Confess a secret to… Mack.”

I stiffen. I bet Gen will take this opportunity to try to drag Macklin into another room. She’s been shamelessly staring at him all night.

But not only doesn’t Gen try to steal Macklin away from the room, she doesn’t even lean to whisper in his ear like I would have done.