by Vivian Ward
“We could play 21. What about that?”
“Hmm,” I say taking a sip of my beer. “This is number four.” I hold up my can. “I really don’t think counting will be my strong suit tonight.”
“We could play Between the Sheets,” a dirty grin tugs at Shawn’s lips.
“Or how about some High-Low?” Hunter says. “It’s an easy enough game, no counting and if you get it wrong, you have to take a shot.”
“A shot of what?” I ask. “I want to get all of the rules clarified before we start so I know what I’m up against before I agree to anything.”
“Whatever you want,” he says.
I look over to Tom to see what he thinks.
“Fair enough,” Tom nods. “But let’s play in teams. You know, just to make things more interesting.”
We all look around at one another and seem to unanimously nod in agreement.
Hunter gets up to stir the fire while we settle how things will be done with the card game.
“How about you and me are on one team,” Shawn says to my husband. “And Beth and Hunter are on the other team. Every time a team loses, they have to take a shot.”
“Wait. Why can’t Tom and I be on a team together?” I ask. “He’s my husband.”
“That’s exactly why you can’t be on a team together. What if you two cheat?” Shawn laughs.
I look over at my teammate and he shrugs his shoulders.
“I’m not one to cheat at cards, but old Beth, here….,” Tom teases.
“Whatever!” I protest. “I do NOT cheat when I play cards. Hell, whoever plays against me tonight will clearly have an advantage,” I hold up my beer can, displaying proof.
“We’ll do good. I don’t like to lose,” Hunter reassures me.
“Yeah, you’ll do real good,” Shawn teases.
I don’t know why but I have a feeling I’m about to lose my ass off in a simple game of High-Low.
Half-way through the deck and three shots later, I’m really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was buzzing pretty good when we started playing but these shots are what’s going to do me in.
But I’m enjoying the radio while we play cards and am having quite a bit of fun.
“Hunter,” I tease, slurring my words just a bit. “I thought you were supposed to be good at High-Low? How can we both suck at this game so much?”
A giggle escapes my lips as I raise my beer and take another drink. I think I’m more lit than I’d like to believe but it’s all in good fun.
“I can’t help it!” he laughs at me. “Those two are cheating,” he folds his hands behind his head in frustration.
I’m not sure if it’s the backward baseball cap that he’s wearing or the way the moonlight is casting shadows off of his face, but he looks sexy. Actually, they all do.
Or maybe it’s the liquor.
Any way you slice it or dice it, I’m a lucky lady to occupy such good looking company tonight.
“We’re not cheating. I think the problem is your partner,” Tom says to Hunter, nodding in my direction. “She’s a lightweight.”
“No, I don’t think that’s it,” Hunter leans forward. “The problem is Shawn. He knows how to count cards.”
My jaw drops when I realize that Hunter’s telling us the truth. Shawn and Tom haven’t had to take any shots tonight and Shawn’s been doing all of the betting.
“Wait a minute!” I say, hiccuping. “You mean to tell me that you knew he could count cards?” I ask Tom.
“No, he just told me to let him do the betting. I didn’t know why but we were winning so I didn’t question it.”
All three of them burst into laughter.
“But to make it fair, we’ll all do a shot right now,” Shawn says.
“No, that’s not fair at all,” I wave my finger in the air. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. You all knew I was doomed from the get-go. Two shots, each.”
I hold my fingers in the air, effectively forming a peace sign before turning the peace sign sideways and swiping them along my eyes as I start dancing to the music.
“Two shots and then we’re even,” Tom says, laughing at me when I almost fall backward.
The men take their two shots when Shawn seemingly has the best and worst idea I’ve heard all night.
“Let’s play Truth or Dare!” he says.
Chapter 8
Beth
Sitting around the campfire, the four of us are deciding who should go first when I finally say that I will. At this point, what does it matter? I just want to have fun.
“Okay,” Hunter says to me. “Truth or dare?”
I think about it for a moment, and I’m not sure I’m brave enough for any dares.
“Truth,” I choose.
“Truth, huh?” Shawn pipes up. “I knew you’d take the easy way out.”
When I start to smile, I notice that he winks at me. I look over at Tom who’s watching Shawn, and he has a smile plastered on his face.
He totally saw Shawn wink at me and is smiling? What the hell?
“Be quiet,” Hunter says to him. “Okay, Beth, you chose Truth. Tell us the last thing you lied to Tom about.”
“Ohhhhh,” Tom says. “Yes, Beth. Tell us the last thing you lied to me about.”
Shit.
“All right,” I clear my throat and turn to Hunter. “I see you like to play dirty.”
“Just a little,” he laughs and winks at me.
I look at Tom. Surely, this time he’ll say something about both of them flirting with me—not that I mind, but he does, right?
Tom says and does nothing. He just keeps grinning away, and I can’t believe it. Part of me is shocked, and part of me is excited. I kind of like these bronze gods hitting on me.
“The last thing I lied to Tom about was how much money we have in the bank,” I turn to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lie, but I had to lend Kelly some money.”
I can tell that he’s surprised. We’re always honest about our finances and never hide anything from each other, so I know he’s a little shocked by this.
“Money for what?” Tom asks.
“She just needs a little help this month. She’ll repay us, don’t worry.”
I will him not to ask anymore and plead with my eyes. I don’t want to see his reaction when I tell him that Kelly’s little boyfriend, Kenny, has developed a heroin addiction and that he pawned all of her deceased mother’s jewelry.
Or that right before he pawned all of her mom’s jewelry, he stole checks from the back of her checkbook so that she wouldn’t notice the missing checks and wrote them out to himself and cashed them at her bank. So by the time she found her mom’s jewelry, her checking account had already been cleaned out and she couldn’t pay to get any of it back or even put gas in her car.
I got it all out for her, put gas in her car, and bought groceries for the week for her. I’m always the one saving her ass, and she’s always the one ditching me. If I didn’t love her like a sister, I wouldn’t do any of this shit for her, but I do because she doesn’t have anyone else she can turn to and our 20-year friendship should count for something. Right?
“Okay, you’re up next,” Hunter breaks up the silence by grabbing Tom’s attention. “What do you say, Tom? Truth or dare?”
He studies me for a second longer and finally chooses a dare. I knew he would, though. Tom would rather you dare him to do stupid stuff than choose truth. He’s never been one to admit things—not that he keeps secrets from me. At least, none that I know of.
“Dare, huh?” Hunter strokes his chin as he thinks of a good dare for my husband. Snapping his fingers, he says, “I’ve got it! I dare you to kiss your favorite body part on Beth.”
Does he not realize that we’re exhibitionists and that’s why we were so loud in the tent last night?
“Oh, big dare,” I snort and start laughing.
But I stop laughing when Tom’s knees hit the sandy dirt in front of me and his finger slides inside m
y already too small bikini bottoms and pulls them to the side.
Hunter and Shawn are staring at my exposed pussy and being the exhibitionist Tom and I are, he puts me on full display for them. Freshly shaved for our camping trip, they can see everything.
I look down between my legs and I can see myself glistening in the moonlight. I only thought I felt wet when I was sitting there playing cards with them.
I guess these guys—all of them—turn me on a little more than I’d care to admit.
The small button that is my clitoris is peeking out under the hood of my clit and it’s just aching to be touched. With the amount of blood flowing to it, I can almost feel it throbbing.
Looking at my husband, I silently plead with him to make me come just seconds before his head dips between my legs and he intimately kisses the lips of my pussy.
As quickly as he pulled my bikini bottoms to the side, he pushes them back into place but I wish for him to still be between my legs, eating my pussy.
I look up at Shawn and Hunter, and I can see the shock and delight written across both of their faces. They’re just as turned on as I am.
Before any of us has a chance to speak, Tom wraps my hair around his hand and grabs the back of my head. Pulling my face close to his, his teeth crash against mine as he kisses my lips and our tongues begin to dance.
Tasting my sweetness on his lips, I inhale deeply and kiss him passionately as I’m unable to get enough of my taste. I’ve always loved how I taste on Tom’s lips but tonight, everything tastes better and I can’t stop craving it.
Like a starved woman, I’m eager for more and frantically return his kiss, cupping his face with my hands. I can tell that it’s been two days since he shaved by the amount of stubble beneath my fingertips.
Every time Tom shaves, I sit beside the bathroom counter and watch him. He often laughs at me and asks why I like to stare at him while he shaves, but I never have an answer. It’s just something that I like to do. For some odd reason, it makes me feel like I connect with him and somehow brings us closer together.
Breaking our kiss, he sits back down and straightens his shirt.
“Real hard dare,” he tells Hunter.
He might act all calm and cool but I know what that kiss just did for him because it did the same thing for me. It makes both of us want more—and not just because of how the kiss was but because it was in front of people. That’s the part that makes it even more exciting.
I don’t know how the hell he’s acting so nonchalant. I’m ready for more—a whole let of a lot more. While Hunter asks Shawn if he wants to choose truth or dare, I look down at Tom’s crotch and I can see the bulge.
I knew it!
“I’ll be like Beth and choose truth.”
I breathe a sigh of relief when he chooses truth because I don’t know if any of us could handle another dare right now.
“All right, truth,” Hunter says, folding his arms across his chest. “Do you think Beth is hot?”
Shoot me now.
Shawn looks over at me and a huge grin appears on his face as he arches his eyebrows.
“Oh yeah,” he nods. “Tom’s a very lucky man.”
“Thank you,” Tom says, taking a shot.
“That looks good,” I say. “Let’s all do a shot before we do another round of Truth or Dare.”
Tom doles out a shot of tequila for each of us and the four of us pound them down.
“Okay,” my husband says once the tequila’s gone and there’s a mound of lime wedges on the center of the picnic table. “Since Hunter did the asking last time, it’s my turn to do it next.”
I watch my husband get up and stir the fire that’s slowly burning and I can’t get over how sexy he looks with the bright flames flickering against his skin.
“Beth, are you still going first or do you want someone else to go first?” he asks.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I can go first or someone else can, I don’t care either way.”
Nobody is volunteering, so my husband asks me to pick a truth or a dare.
“Umm…,” I can’t decide which to choose.
“Stop stalling. Truth or dare?” he blurts out.
“Okay, dare,” I say.
I know the instant that I choose dare it’s a mistake by the gleam in his eyes.
Chapter 9
Beth
The look in his eyes tells me that I’m in trouble. This isn’t just the regular, “You’re going to get it.” He looks at me in the same manner as when an animal hunts its prey, and I know what this means.
Big trouble.
“I dare you,” he pauses, taking a drink of his beer before he continues. “To take off your top—and stay that way for the rest of the night.”
What the hell?
The expression on my face must read the same thought that just flashed through my mind because he laughs and says, “Yes, really.”
My mouth has gone dry, and I’m trying to pick my jaw up off the ground, but I can’t get over what he just dared me to do.
“That’s a pretty crazy dare,” I say to my husband who’s really pushing his limits with this one.
This has to be the craziest dare or stunt that he’s ever come up with but the look on his face tells me that he’s dead serious.
“What if I don’t want to do that dare? Then what?” I ask.
“Nope,” Tom shakes his head. “No take backs. You chose dare.”
I look over at our new friends and they’re watching in awe, waiting for me to go on with the dare.
He’s so going to pay for this one.
“Okay, here goes,” I say.
My voice sounds calm and confident but I’m nervous as hell on the inside, and I can’t believe I’m going through with this.
I slip my hand behind my back and find the string to my bikini top, giving it a good tug to undo it. The top instantly loosens, and I lift it off over my head.
The cool night air contrasts against the warm fire, making my nipples instantly harden. I fold my arms across my chest, trying to cover myself but my breasts are so large that my forearms don’t offer much coverage.
“Let us see you,” he says.
My husband reaches out for my arms and pulls them away from my body, exposing my breasts for all to see. Slowly, he rubs the peaks of my nipples with the pad of his thumb, teasing them and causing them to become more erect.
If I thought I was wet before, I must be drenched by now.
“Who’s next?” he says, keeping his gaze locked on me.
“I am,” Hunter says.
My husband’s eyes dance with excitement as a slow grin creeps across his face. He finally looks away from me and turns his attention to Hunter.
“Truth or dare?” he asks him.
“Dare,” Hunter chooses.
Without even looking at me or giving it a second thought, my husband doesn’t miss a beat.
“I dare you to kiss Beth,” my husband says to him.
I don’t think any of us were prepared to hear that dare come out of my husband’s mouth because even Hunter looks surprised.
As he walks over to me, I can feel the excitement brewing in the air. It’s a mixture of nervousness, giddiness, and fear.
If I weren’t married, I could see myself dating a guy like him, like either one of them really, and I think that’s what scares me the most. If he were just the average Joe, none of this would be a big deal, but there’s been a chemistry and attraction with him since we introduced ourselves.
For some reason, I think Tom’s picked up on this. It’s almost like he can sense it or feel it. I can’t put my finger on what it is between us or what my husband’s picking up on, but there’s something to this.
Looking into Hunter’s soft baby blues that contrast so well against his tan skin, I can see the nervousness twinkling within them. My vision focuses on his lips, and I watch him lick them, moistening them before he kisses me.
Smiling, he leans down in front of me and p
laces his hand on the table. Following his movement with my eyes, I can’t help but stare at his muscles as I bring my eyes back to meet his gaze.
“Well, seems like your husband has dared me to kiss you,” his deep voice rolls off the tip of his tongue.
“Seems like,” I smile.
I am so glad we’ve been drinking.
Puckering my lips, I lean forward and close my eyes to kiss him. As he leans closer to me, our bare chests press against one another as his full lips lock with mine.
He pulls away only seconds after his lips land on mine, and I instinctively place my fingertips where his lips were just pressed against mine. Wishing they were still locked together and wanting more of him.
Holy shit! I can’t believe how much he can effect me with just a quick peck!
The wetness starting to pool between my legs is evidence that the chemistry between this man and me really does exist. There’s nothing imaginary about it at all.
If it were Shawn kissing me, I have no doubt that the kiss would be electrifying with the way he’s been flirting with me and how attracted I am to him, but Hunter? I had no clue how much I liked him.
“No, I mean a real kiss,” my husband says.
The campfire pops, startling me for a moment. It brings me back to reality that this is really happening and that’s when it becomes undeniable that my husband also wants more.
I never thought I’d say this before, but I’m ready to give it to him.
Hunter leans back down to me, pressing his bare chest against my naked breasts and now I know why my husband’s dare to me was to remain topless.
He’s setting this up.
None of this has been an accident, and I’m more than okay with it. I’m ready for it.
As I realize that this game of truth or dare is about to reach a point of no return, I begin to mentally prepare myself for whatever my husband’s plans are for the four of us because I know Hunter is next and the night is just getting started.