None of the other Princes spoke, their gazes fixed on the two of us, and the silence became so heavy it felt like a sixth presence in the room. I couldn’t look away from Mason’s eyes, and I saw a dozen emotions flicker through them as he stared back at me.
When he turned his head and blew lightly on the skin of my ankles, I let out a strangled noise, then glared at him and dug my toes into the flesh of his shoulder muscles. That only seemed to encourage him though, and he repeated the action on the other side, sliding his hands all the way up my legs to rest on my hips.
“Is somebody… keeping time?” I gritted out, cursing myself for choosing ten whole fucking minutes. My body felt like a live wire, sparking and electric.
“Yup. You’ve got two minutes left, little dancer.” Finn’s voice was rough too, and it made wetness flood my bikini bottoms.
Fuck. Two minutes?
My hands clamped around Mason’s, securing them to my hips, and I wasn’t sure if it was to keep him from touching me anywhere else or to make sure he didn’t stop touching me.
An eternity seemed to pass in those two minutes, and my entire lower body felt swollen, needy, and hot.
Finally, Elijah said, “Time.”
A breath I didn’t even realize I’d be holding rushed from my lungs. Mason’s grin was pure, seductive evil, and he dragged his hands down my legs before lifting my feet from his shoulders.
“I told you, Princess. I live to serve.”
He set them on the floor, and I scooted back on the couch quickly, desperate to try to hide my reaction—even though it was probably at least nine minutes too late for that.
“Fuuuck,” Finn groaned. “Well, I need a cold goddamn shower.”
When I glanced over at him, he was adjusting his shorts, and I looked away quickly, trying to ignore the way my peaked nipples stood out against the light fabric of my t-shirt.
“Um, we can play something else. This game is stupid,” I said quickly.
“Nuh uh, Legs.” Mason slapped my knee lightly as he rose to his feet, and I noticed a definite bulge in his pants too. I glanced down, feeling a rush of both pride and embarrassment that our little battle of wills had affected him too. “You don’t get to bail just when it’s getting fun. You dared me. Now I get to dare you.”
“I thought I got to pick,” I insisted, reaching for my cup and downing the last few swallows.
“All right. Fine. Truth or dare?”
Motherfucker. If I picked truth, I’d be letting him win. But if I picked dare… could I really handle the consequences?
I licked my lips, mustering up my courage before I finally said, “Dare.”
“Good girl.” His broad grin was beautiful and dangerous. “I dare you to dance for us.”
I froze, startled. That was not what I’d been expecting him to say. “What?”
“You heard me. Finn’s apparently gotten to see you dance a lot. The rest of us never have. And what you did out there on the lake was fucking beautiful. I want to see you dance.”
“I don’t—” I laughed nervously. “I don’t have any music. There’s hardly enough space.”
“There’s enough.” Cole jumped up suddenly, tugging the coffee table out of the way. Then he crossed to the corner where the stack of guitars rested and picked one up. He handed it to Elijah before he sat back down. “There you go. Music.”
Elijah was looking at the guitar with a mixture of reverence and disgust.
“You play?” I asked, surprised.
“Are you kidding?” Finn grinned. “It used to be all he did. Before…” His faced darkened, and he trailed off. Then he brightened again, nudging Elijah. “But he still fucking knows how, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” Elijah muttered, already fiddling with the knobs on the neck, plucking strings as he tuned it. “Although this guitar is a piece of shit.”
“Not in your hands, it won’t be.”
Finn leaned back, grinning happily, and I glanced around at the rest of the guys, surprised. This hadn’t come out when we’d spilled our secrets earlier, and it just served to remind me how much I still didn’t know about each of them.