We stay almost until the park closes, and it’s well after dark when we’re driving home. I’m between Marcos and Khalil again, and the atmosphere inside the truck feels sexually charged, even though it’s only Shane and I who know that anything’s changed, or is about to change.
Back at the house, I take a shower, put on shorts and a tank top, and venture downstairs under the guise of getting something to drink. As soon as I see Khalil in the hall, I know.
“Hey,” he says, his voice husky.
“Hey.”
“Are you up for a game of darts tonight?” he asks.
“I’m not really in the mood for darts.”
Khalil’s handsome face cracks into a grin. “What are you in the mood for?”
I stare back at him as I twist a strand of hair around my finger. It’s so nice to be able to go into flirt mode after having to use so much restraint.
“Shane talked to us,” he says.
“All of you?”
He nods.
“Is everyone … on board?”
“Of course.”
“Did I hear my name?” Shane says, coming from the direction of his room. He passes by us, and we follow him into the living room.
Devin is already on the couch, looking a bit wide-eyed, and Marcos comes in seconds later, wearing his usual poker face.
“I understand you’ve talked,” I say, sitting down in the chair they usually leave open for me, and curling my legs under me to one side. “I think we should set out some rules.”
“Ugh,” Shane says with zero subtlety. “Not everything needs to be governed by rules.”
“I agree with that,” I say, “but I also think communication can help avoid problems, and I’m trying to be better about it.”
“Communication is always good,” Devin says.
“We should at least have a time limit on things, “ I say. “This will be our situation while I’m living here, but then things will stop. If anyone wants to end our arrangement sooner, all they need to do is say so.”
“While you’re making rules,” Shane says, “how about one where you don’t get together with any other men besides us while you’re living here?”
That’s pretty easy. I have a feeling the four of them are going to keep me very busy and very satisfied. “Sure,” I say. “Same goes for all of you.”
They’re all nodding when I look around at them. “Of course,” Khalil says.
“What about individual couplings? Will the five of us always be together, or are one-on-ones okay?” I ask.
“Anything goes,” Shane says, sounding impatient. The other three men nod in agreement.
“What else?” I ask. When no one says anything, I add, “I just don’t want there to be problems between any of you.”
“All set,” Shane says.
“Should we kick things off with another game of truth or dare?” Khalil asks with a devilish grin.
“Truth or dare, the all-dare edition,” Marcos says.
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How to please a woman
I swear my pussy gets wet as soon as I hear the words truth or dare.
Truth or dare with no jealousies, no fights, no worries, and no holding back. I’ve never wanted to play a game more than I do right now. “I’ll take the first dare,” I say.
The four men look around at each other, a lot going on behind their eyes. Without waiting for any kind of discussion, Shane speaks up. “I dare you to take your shirt off.”
“Wow, getting right into it, aren’t you?” I say.
“Did you want me to dare you to drink pickle juice?” he asks.
I laugh out loud, liking this funny, easygoing Shane so much more than the uptight, angry Shane I’ve come to know. “No, no pickle juice, but would anyone like anything to drink? I’m going to get some wine before we play.”
“Take your shirt off first, then go get your wine,” Shane says, a bossy edge to his tone that gives me a thrill.
All four men are looking at me as I consider whether or not to be stubborn. After a moment, I decide the game may as well kick off right away, so I pull the bottom of my shirt up, watching the men until my view is blocked by the fabric. They’re probably expecting a bra underneath, but this tank is the kind with a built-in bra, so when it’s off, I’m completely topless, and rewarded with appreciative looks from all of them.
It’s so funny, four pairs of eyes riveted to my chest like they’ve never seen breasts before. Khalil and Shane have even seen my breasts before, but they’re still fascinated. I get up to go into the kitchen and all of the men follow me, because of course they do; I’m topless.
“My turn,” I say as I get out a bottle I’d bought and put in their special wine storage. “Would anyone else like some wine?”
Their eyes are still mostly on my chest. Men are so ridiculous. Of course, when I get their clothes off, my eyes will probably be similarly fixated on their bodies.