Sharing Beauty (Possessing Beauty 3)

I didn’t think my face could get as hot as it did right then.

Cade grinned wickedly. “No lying.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Maybe,” I whispered.

“Maybe, or—”

“Yes.” I shivered, biting my lip. “Yes,” I whispered again.

I took a shaky breath, turning to Caspian.

“Okay, truth or—”

He laughed. “No way, it’s my turn.”

“What? But I just got asked.”

“Nope,” he grinned. “We go in a circle. You, Cade, now it’s my turn.”

His eyes lasered in on me, and I shivered.

“So, Princess-not-so-innocent. Truth or dare?”

I bit my lip, and again, words came tumbling out before I could stop them.

“Dare.”

The two of them whistled.

“Well, well.”

“Wait, no, truth,” I said hastily.

“Nope, too late.” Caspian leaned forward. “I dare you to…” He trailed off, his eyes moving over me and leaving a heated trail in their wake.

“I dare you to let your hair down.”

I blinked. “What? Why?”

“Because I think you’ve got sexy fucking hair,” he purred. “And I want to see it cascading down your shoulders.”

I shivered, swallowing the heat from my face.

“Fine,” I said as nonchalantly as I could.

I reached up and started pulling bobby pins out, pulling out the elaborate twists and loops until finally I shook my head, letting my long locks tumble down well over my shoulders and halfway down my back.

It was just my hair, but somehow, I felt like I was stripping clothes away for them, a thought that sent a heated spark between my legs.

Caspian’s eyes went wide. “Well, damn. I didn’t know it was that long.”

“Still sexy?” I whispered.

“Even more so,” he growled. “Your turn.”

I looked right back at him. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Boring,” Cade laughed.

“Whatever, dare.”

Crap, I didn’t have a dare, only more truths I wanted to hear. Or at least, that I thought I wanted to hear.

“Fine, I dare you to tell me how it works.”

“How what works?”

I blushed. “You two, and, you know…”

“Us with one girl?” Caspian frowned. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Oh c’mon, why not!”

“Because,” he growled.

“Don’t think I can handle it?”

“No, I don’t think I want to talk about sex with other women to the girl I can’t stop staring at or get my damn mind off of.”

The room froze for second.

Caspian looked away. “Look forget it.”

I felt the heat sizzle through me, my pulse quickening and my heart beating faster inside my breast.

“A dare is a dare.”

His eyes snapped back to mine.

“Princess.”

“Chicken?”

His eyes narrowed. “Fine,” he growled. “You want to know?”

“I asked.”

The thing was, I knew his trepidation. His reluctance to tell me was the same reluctance I had to hear it. Because as strange as it was, I was starting to get that these weren’t lines. And even stranger, I knew what he meant. The idea of them with other woman made me mad for some reason, like they were mine and some other woman touching them made my blood boil.

But I was also so freaking curious. I was so curious and so wet at what two of them with a girl meant.

“What do you want to know?”

I swallowed. “Do you take turns?”

“Sometimes.”

I squeezed my legs together under my gown, the heat flooding my panties.

“Sometimes one of us has her and then the other follows. And other times,” He grinned. “And other times, it’s at the same time.”

“What do you mean at the same—”

“He means,” Cade growled, one of us takes her from behind while she wraps her lips around the other one’s cock.”

The filthy word sizzled through the stuffy library air, making me shiver and making heat bloom inside my rapidly dampening panties.

“You both fuck her at the same time?”

Caspian groaned.

“What?” I breathed

“I think I like you saying that word.”

I grinned impishly. “What, fuck?”

His jaw tightened. “I think we should keep playing. Cade’s up.”

Something had changed in the room. It was warmer, and the tension was palpable. I turned to Cade, feeling my heart pound.

“Truth or dare,” he said lowly.

I swallowed. “Truth,” I whispered.

“How wet are you right now?” he growled.

I whimpered.

“Tell me, Princess,” he husked.

I looked into my lap, my face crimson.

“Very,” I managed to whisper out.

He groaned as he shifted in his chair.

“My turn,” Caspian purred on the couch next to me.

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” I managed to choke out, my whole world spinning round me.

“Show us.”

I froze.

“What?”

“Show us,” he growled. “Show us how wet you are.”

My eyes went wide.

“Take off your panties, Princess,” he growled. “And show us how turned on you are.”

I didn’t think. I didn’t dwell on how this “wasn’t me” or how this “wasn’t proper.”

Because screw it, maybe it was me, and maybe I didn’t feel like being proper right then. In fact, maybe I felt like being very un-proper.

And so I did.

My heart racing, my blood like fire inside, I slowly reached under my gown and hooked my fingers into my panties. I shivered as I pulled them down my legs, feeling them cling to the sticky, dewy wetness of my pussy before peeling away. I pushed them down to my ankles, balling them up and starting to shove them behind me on the couch, but Caspian’s hand suddenly went to mine.