Truth or Dare (Kingston Brothers Book 2)

by Isabel Lucero

  Yeah. No thanks.

  I snap out of my thoughts when Cillian struts into the living room. I quickly glance up at him, but then I focus on London.

  “Sounds like you guys had a good time. I mean it would’ve been better with me there, because I’m a party in a bottle.”

  She laughs. “I can’t wait.” London peeks over her shoulder, watching Cill go into the kitchen. “So, how were things here?” she whispers.

  “Fine. I got the wings marinating, and the burgers and hot dogs will be easy. We already had propane, so I didn’t have to worry about that. I’ll probably start cooking around six.”

  She gives me a pointed look. “Not what I was talking about. You and Cill? That whole body shot thing?”

  I wave her off. “Drunkenness is what that was.”

  Cill comes in to save the day. “Hey, Lo. Did you get Royce out in the water?”

  “Barely,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “But he’s getting in the damn lake with me later.”

  “Oh, am I?” Royce says, coming down the stairs, hair still wet.

  “You are,” she replies with a flirty grin. “Or else.”

  Cill drops down next to me on the couch with a water bottle in his hand. “Water?”

  “I’m good.”

  Though I am thirsty, but the drink I want is a tall glass of Cillian fucking Kingston. It doesn’t matter that I just had a taste of him not that long ago. Now that I know what he’s working with, I need more. I need to come up close and personal with that cock. I want to know what it feels like to lick around that piercing.

  “If you’re gonna try to play it cool around everyone, you’re probably gonna need to stop staring at my dick.”

  I snap my head up and find Cillian grinning, his arm slung across the back of the couch, and his other hand bringing the water bottle to his lips. A quick look around the room lets me know London got up to meet Royce near the stairs where they’re speaking quietly to each other.

  “You should probably learn to whisper better,” I say in a hushed tone.

  “You whispering is gonna draw attention.”

  “You saying I’m staring at your dick is gonna draw even more attention.” I mouthed dick as to not perk up anybody’s ears.

  Cillian shifts slightly, casting a gaze toward Royce and London before removing his arm from the back of the couch and running his hand over his cock. He presses down, highlighting the fact that the thick beast is laying against his thigh.

  “What were you thinking about?”

  I peel my eyes away and shift further down the couch. “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie.”

  “I wasn’t. I just zoned out.”

  “You want to touch it?”

  More than anything. I purse my lips at him. “No.”

  He grins. “Liar.”

  I try to hide my smile. I need to end this conversation. Cillian Kingston is mischievous.

  “Where’s Jon and Daniel?” I yell over my shoulder to Royce and London.

  “Still showering, I think.” Royce replies.

  I push off the couch and walk to the kitchen. “Well, I’m gonna start cooking. I’m starving. So I’m taking the meat outside, along with a bag of chips to snack on. Y’all gonna come with?”

  “I’m coming,” London chirps, spinning away from Royce and coming to the kitchen. “What do you want me to take out?”

  “Grab this dish,” I say, handing her the one filled with hamburgers and hotdogs. “I’ll grab the wings and chips.”

  “You need help with the grill?” Royce asks.

  “I’m good. You can just come out and be pretty.”

  Cillian coughs. “What about me? Can I just be pretty too?”

  I barely give him a glance as I walk behind the couch and head to the glass doors that lead to the back. “Who said you were pretty?”

  “Ohh!” Royce yells, laughing at his brother.

  I hear Cillian get up and follow behind me. “I’m pretty sure someone did. Recently too.”

  Oh Lord. I choose to ignore him.

  Stepping outside onto the covered patio, I pass the little seating area with two wicker chairs, a matching loveseat, and small coffee table with tempered glass. Two large, potted plants sit on both sides of the sitting area, up against the stone wall.

  The grill sits around the corner, along with a table and two chairs. Out at the edge of the grass are four large maple trees, with a hammock tied between the middle two. Just past them, the property drops off about a foot, and becomes a rocky beach before you get to the water.

  “It’s so serene out here,” London murmurs, standing at the edge of the patio and looking out toward the water.

  “Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

  I place the wings down on the table and flip the lid of the grill. London turns around and brings the rest of the food. “And a hammock? God, I could stay here forever.”

  Cill and Royce come around the corner, laughing about something.

  “So, what do you think?” I ask Cill. “Think this will be good for you?”

  He turns and puts his hands in his back pockets, gazing out at the water that appears to go on forever. “This will definitely make an amazing piece of art.”

  “Just wait until the sun goes down. It sets right over the water. It’s gorgeous.”

  “I’m gonna go yell at Daniel and Jon and tell them to bring their asses out here,” London says, marching back to the door.

  I get the grill going while Royce and Cill wander around the back, walking toward the water. Soon, I hear Jon and Daniel talking, then spot London running out toward the water where she jumps on Royce’s back.

  Daniel pops around the corner. “This is a beautiful place, Midge. I can see why your family’s kept it so long.”

  I smile. “My great-grandparents bought this way back when. This whole covered patio wasn’t here. The trees were smaller. No hammock. No picnic table around the side, and no built-in fire pit near the water. My grandparents, and later, my parents helped spruce this place up. Some of the rooms inside have been updated a bit, but I like that it has some old school charm too.”

  “Is this beach area private?”

  I nod, placing some wings on the grill. “Yeah, we have this little area to ourselves.”

  “Nice.”

  “My mom met my dad up here. They have the cutest little love story. She has so many memories that involve this place. That’s why I want Cill to capture its beauty in a painting for her.”

  “I bet he’ll do a great job, and I’m sure she’ll love it,” Daniel says with a warm smile.

  I throw on some hotdogs on the other side of the grill, then close it up and sit down with my bag of chips.

  Jon calls Daniel away so they can go explore some of the property, and I watch from my chair as Royce and London attempt to get into the hammock together. It’s pretty comical.

  “Hey there, shorty,” Cill says, sauntering his way toward me.

  “Pft. I’m fun-sized.”

  “I’d say so,” he replies. “I’ve had plenty of fun.”

  My stomach does a somersault. “Yeah, well, no more fun tonight. Too many eyes around.”

  “I thought we established that that makes it more fun,” he says, sitting in the chair next to me.

  “My heart almost jumped out of my chest today when they came home. Not the most fun I’ve had.”

  “I’ll show you how fun it can be.”

  Fire travels through my veins, heating up my body. “How are you gonna do that?” My voice comes out breathy.

  “You’ll see.”

  17

  Cillian

  After we stuff ourselves full of food, which was damn good, everybody gathers around the picnic table on the side of the house, and Midge brings out Uno and a regular deck of cards.

  Me, her and Daniel are squeezed together on one side, while Royce, London, and Jon sit across from us.

  “Plus four, sucka!” Midge shouts as she slams the card down.<
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  “I had one card left!”

  “Exactly. I can’t let you win.”

  I pull my four cards and the game keeps going. I nudge her knee with mine, but she slams hers back as a warning. I smirk and take a sip of my drink. My right hand moves under the table and my fingers spread across her thigh as I give her a gentle squeeze. I feel her tense up briefly before she resumes what she was doing.

  “Fucking stupid red cards. Who chose red?” Royce asks, mad he has to pull from the deck.

  “Oh, don’t be a baby,” Midge responds, throwing down a red card. “I have like half the deck in my hand, thanks to somebody.” She aims her comment at me.

  “It’s not my fault.” I reply, grazing her inner thigh with the tips of my fingers.

  She shivers, and when London looks at her, she says, “Cold chill.”

  “It’s hot though,” Royce chimes in.

  “I don’t know why it happens, leave me alone.” She clamps her thighs together, but ends up trapping my hand between them. I rotate my wrist and press my fingers against her pussy.

  “Your turn.” She chokes out the words, clearing her throat afterward.

  She widens her legs just enough to free my hand. I look at my cards and put one down.

  “Why don’t you ever have to pull from the deck?” Royce asks.

  “Guess I’m just lucky. Don’t be a sore loser. London, did I ever tell you how much of a baby your boyfriend is when it comes to games?”

  She laughs and looks at Royce who’s pinning me with a look in the hopes of making me shut up. It won’t work. “I don’t think so.”

  “Well, back when we were younger, if anybody was beating him at a game, no matter what game it was, he would swear up and down we were cheating. If we weren’t cheating, then the game was ‘stupid’ or he’d suddenly have to leave, just so he wouldn’t lose.”

  “It’s called being competitive,” Royce says, picking up another card. “Nobody likes to lose.”

  “When he’d be playing a video game, if he was about to lose, he’d shut it off and start over,” I say with a laugh.

  Royce flips me off. “You wanna tell stories?”

  I smile at him, unafraid. “Go for it.”

  “Ooh, I love stories,” Jon says, leaning in for something juicy.

  “Cillian would stay up watching scary movies, even though Mom and Dad would tell him not to, and he’d scare the shit out of himself so much that he’d be afraid to go to his room alone. He would stand in the doorway trying to talk to one of us while he was changing like it would keep him from being eaten by monsters or some shit.”

  Everybody at the table laughs. “Dude, I was like eight.”

  “I thought Freddy Krueger killed my parents one night,” Midge says. “My stupid older cousin made me watch a marathon, and then my parents left, and I guess I felt like they were taking a really long time to get home, so I’m sitting on the couch, staring out the window, waiting for them. I see these three cracks in the wall and convince myself they were Freddy’s scratches. So I’m sitting there with tears in my eyes, convinced he got my parents,” she says with a laugh. “Then they show up and I’m trying to wipe my tears and act like everything is fine. Stupid scary movies.”

  We all crack up, and everybody takes turns telling somewhat embarrassing stories about their childhood while we finish the game.

  Once it’s over, we head inside to get some drinks.

  “Anyone doing any body shots tonight?” London asks, her eyes bouncing between me and Midge as her lips curl into a smile.

  “No body shots tonight,” Midge answers.

  “Aww, party pooper,” London teases.

  “You can do them all you want,” Midge replies. “I’ll take my shots from the shot glass.”

  “Wow, you’re boring,” I say, knowing it’ll get a rise out of her.

  Midge whirls around and pins me with a look. “Oh yeah?”

  I nod, my smile growing. “Yep.”

  She points at me. “I’ll remember that.”

  We all gather around and take our first shots—out of shot glasses, and then we get our drinks and venture back outside. There’s four Adirondack chairs on the grass facing the lake, so we pull two of the wicker chairs from the patio and bring them out.

  Everyone kicks back and enjoys their drinks while taking in the view. Small waves crash against the rocks, and the night sky brings a slight breeze that cools the air around us.

  “God, I don’t want to go back home,” London muses. “It’s perfect out here.”

  “It really is,” Jon says. “We need to make these trips more often.”

  After London finishes her drink, she strips out of her shorts and shirt, revealing her bathing suit, and lures Royce to join her in the water. Jon pouts at Daniel and convinces him to go in as well.

  “You gonna go in?” I ask Midge, who’s sitting two chairs away.

  “Probably not, because I’m so boring.”

  I throw my head back and laugh. “Aww. I was just messin’ with ya.”

  “Mmhmm.” She brings the plastic cup to her mouth and takes a sip.

  “What if I go in? You won’t come in with me? Looks like they’re having some fun,” I say, looking to the rest of the group.

  “Go ahead,” she gestures to the water.

  “You don’t have to pretend you don’t want to be around me when nobody else is here, you know?” I stand up and take a couple steps toward her.

  “Who says I’m pretending?” she counters, tilting her head up and looking at me.

  “Oh, is that right?”

  She grins. “Yep.”

  “I think you’re full of shit.”

  Her smile widens. “Okay.”

  I take my shirt off and throw it on my chair. Her smile falters. “I think you’re trying to convince yourself you don’t want to be around me as much as you do.”

  Midge takes a drink and stares out at the water. “You can think that.” Her voice has lost some confidence.

  I kick off my shoes and start undoing my pants. Her head swivels back toward me and her eyes watch my hands work.

  “I think you wish you were alone with me right now.”

  I take my pants and throw them on the chair with my shirt. I’m left standing in only my boxer briefs. Midge tries to look me over without moving her head.

  “I think maybe you’re full of yourself,” she replies.

  I step closer to her and take the drink from her hand and place it on the grass. “I think you want to be full of me.”

  I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and march toward the water. She squeals, getting the attention of everyone else. They all cheer as Midge smacks me in the back.

  “Put me down!” she screeches. She tries to act indignant, but she ends up laughing. “I hate you so much.”

  I take advantage of the dark and distance between us and the group and move my hand up from the back of her thigh where I’m holding onto her, and squeeze her ass cheek before sliding it back down. “No, you don’t.”

  “Can I at least take my clothes off before you dump me in the water?”

  I place her on her feet at the edge of the water. “I’m not gonna say no to you taking off your clothes.”

  “Ha-ha,” she says dryly, pulling her shirt off to reveal a teal colored bikini top. “I have a bathing suit on, you perv.”

  “I’m the perv? You’ve been eyeing my cock all day.”

  “What? No, I haven’t!”

  Walking backwards, I take a few steps toward the water while she pulls her shorts over her hips. I run my hand over the length of my dick briefly, but long enough to get her attention.

  “There you go again.”

  “Ugh! You tricked me!”

  I laugh and then make my way toward the rest of the group. A few seconds later, I hear water splashing behind me. Before I can turn all the way around, Midge uses both hands to shove water at me.

  “Hey! This water isn’t exactly warm.”
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br />   “Aww, worried about a little shrinkage?” she says with a faux pouty face.

  With a smug smirk, I say, “Shrinkage would just give me an average sized dick. I’m not worried about it.”

  She scoffs and sloshes past me. I scoop her up from behind, cradling her in my arms as I dip her in the water. She squeals, her voice high and thin as the water hits her back and covers her stomach and chest. I’m sure to keep her head above water, because I don’t have a death wish.

  “You got me all wet,” she growls through her grit teeth.

  “I promise to get you really wet later,” I say, raising my brows. She narrows her eyes at me. “Oh, come on, we’re in the water. You were gonna get wet anyway, plus, you started it.”

  When I place her on her feet, she gives me a once over as she walks past. “You’re gonna pay for that, Mr. Kingston.” Her words drip with sex, threat or not, I’m already turned on.

  “You promise?” I growl.

  She ignores me, because now the group is getting closer.

  “Wow, she’s gonna kill you, Cill,” London says.

  “Nah. I’m sure I’ll survive.”

  Royce shakes his head, laughing. “You did that same shit to her at the pool when we were teenagers.”

  The memory hits me all at once and I start laughing. “Oh yeah.”

  Midge faces me. “So, now you’re gonna pay twice.”

  Jon and Royce let out a pair of oooh’s.

  “Well, at least he didn’t dunk you all the way under like last time,” Royce points out.

  “Whatever. I’ll get you back. Just wait.”

  A half hour or so later, all of us are out of the water and drying off with the towels Daniel went inside to get. Midge comes out with stuff to get the fire pit going, and London emerges with a pitcher of blue liquid.

  “What is that?” I question.

  “My own creation.” She glances at Royce. “Okay, maybe I had some assistance. But it’s basically vodka, rum, pineapple juice, and…” She looks to Royce for help.

  “Blue curacao, sweet and sour mix, and Sprite.”

  “It’s a fishbowl punch, but we don’t have a fishbowl, so it’s a pitcher,” London says, holding up the pitcher.