Truth or Dare (Kingston Brothers Book 2)

by Isabel Lucero

  “Same thing, Jim?” I ask one of our regulars.

  “You bet,” he answers, knocking on the wood before going back to a conversation with his co-worker, Craig.

  Because I’ve lived in Gaspar my whole twenty-seven years of life, I know most everyone who comes in here. Craig and Jim always come in after work on Wednesdays, and most Saturdays and Sundays.

  I pour him a Jack and Coke, heavy on the Jack, and place it on one of our King’s Tavern napkins.

  “Craig, buddy. What are you talking about? The Bengals are way better than the Browns!”

  “No they’re not,” Craig scoffs. “A Bud Light, Royce.”

  I grab a pint glass and begin filling it up, still listening to their conversation.

  “What?” Jim exclaims dramatically, his hand slapping against his forehead. “We lead the overall series fifty to forty-one.”

  Craig waves his hand through the air, dismissing the stats.

  I place his beer in front of him. “Good luck.”

  “You’re not gonna help me out here?” Craig asks, gesturing to Jim before sliding me his credit card.

  “Sorry, man. I’m staying out of this one.” I leave them to their arguing and start their tab before I go back to London.

  “Need me to fill you up?” I ask, my lips pulling up on one side.

  “Why does everything you say sound dirty?” she asks, running her dainty pointer finger around the rim of the glass.

  “Maybe you have a dirty mind. I’m just asking if you need a refill.”

  “You could just ask if I need a refill, and not if I need you to fill me up while you look at me like that.”

  “Like what?” I ask, leaning onto my forearms in front of her. My tongue briefly slides across my bottom lip as my eyes drop to her mouth.

  London attempts to keep a serious face as I stare into her light blue eyes, but she falters after several seconds and dismisses me with a laugh. “You know what you’re doing,” she utters, taking a sip from her drink.

  I stand up straight, raising my arms in surrender. “Hey, I’m just making sure my customers are satisfied. It’s part of the job.”

  “Mmhhmm,” she murmurs. “I’ve seen you in action. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

  “What do you mean you’ve seen me in action?” I ask, leaning my hip against the bar.

  “Oh please,” she says with a laugh, pushing her long, blond hair behind her shoulder. “Everybody in here knows you hook up with some rando who laughs too hard at your jokes, which aren’t even that funny, by the way.”

  “Rando? And what do you mean I’m not funny? Remember that joke I told you about how French fries weren’t first made in France, but in Greece. You laughed!”

  “I chuckled, maybe. But that was only because an eight-year-old had just told me the same joke the day before.”

  “Ouch,” I say, placing a hand over my heart.

  She laughs and shakes her head at me. “Anyway, you don’t need lame ass jokes. Just ask them if they want to sleep with you. I’m sure that’s all it’ll take.”

  “Oh really?” I ask, placing my chin in my hand as I lean over the bar again. “And why is that? Because I’m the most attractive man in all of Gaspar?”

  She rolls her eyes. “And the cockiest.”

  “But the most attractive too, right?”

  “Anyway,” she sings, changing the subject and gazing at her phone. “Midge should be here soon.”

  “Oh good. I like Midge. She gets you drunk and makes you dance.”

  “Oh shush. That was only like three times.”

  I look down the bar and notice Chad’s taking care of a couple new people who walked in.

  “Well, maybe tonight will be four.”

  “Don’t count on it. It’ll be an early night for me. Got plans for tomorrow morning.”

  I don’t bother asking about them, because I’m sure it involves her boyfriend, Hunter. I’ve seen him once. He had to come pick London up when she got absolutely shit-faced, which was one of the nights Midge got her drunk and on the dance floor. But I’ve never talked to Hunter. He doesn’t join her when she visits the bar, and I’ve never thought to ask why.

  I point at the glass she has clutched in both hands. “You sure you don’t need a refill?” I ask.

  She grins. “I’m gonna babysit this one for a while.”

  “All right. I’ll come check on ya later.”

  I end up getting sucked into Craig and Jim’s fight while I’m at their end of the bar, but when I serve Curtis his Hennessy I tell him about the Bengals vs Browns argument knowing he’s from Pennsylvania, and a Steeler’s fan.

  “Hold up, guys. The Browns ain’t better than anyone,” Curtis pipes in, moving over a seat to get closer to them.

  “Oh, here we go,” Craig responds, taking a drink.

  I chuckle as I slip away, making my way to the other side of the bar.

  About a half hour later, I spot Midge taking a seat next to London, so I saunter over to take her order.

  “Hey, Midge. What can I get ya this time?” She wants a new drink every time she’s here. She’s not a creature of habit like most drinkers.

  “A tequila sunrise sounds good. Thanks, Royce.”

  “You got it.”

  I pull the orange juice from the fridge under the bar, grab the tequila and grenadine, and place them in front of me.

  “So, Royce. How’s your brother?” She rests her cheek in her palm, her head tilting to the side as she stares up at me with a smile.

  “Which one?” I ask, pouring the tequila and orange juice over ice.

  “Any of them. Who’s single?”

  I laugh. “All of us are single except Cillian.”

  After I stir the two ingredients, I slowly pour the grenadine inside the edge of the glass, observing the red syrup settle at the bottom. I plop a cherry on top and put an orange slice on the rim before sliding it over.

  “The Kingston brothers,” Midge sighs, grabbing the glass. “Everyone wants a piece of one of you boys.”

  “Not everyone,” I state, glancing at London. Midge laughs as London once again rolls her eyes.

  “Hunter’s not a bad guy,” Midge says.

  “Oh, God,” I mutter in disgust. “If anyone ever describes me as not a bad guy I want you to shoot me in the face. What a terrible way to be described.”

  “Hunter is kind, generous, and thoughtful,” London defends.

  Not really a better description, but okay.

  “Anyway,” Midge interrupts. “Merrick. How is he?”

  “Not the one you should be interested in since he just left.”

  “I know. Damn. I should’ve put the moves on him a while back. Now I’m gonna miss out on the good life. How about Elijah?”

  “Probably too old for you.”

  “He’s what? Thirty?”

  “Thirty-five.”

  “That’s not too old for me, plus I love his sexy professor vibe.”

  I scrunch my face up. “Well, Elijah and Cillian will be by later.”

  “I’ll be sure to say hi,” Midge says with a grin, tucking her short black hair behind her ear.

  “London? Need me to...” I stop myself and just gesture to the glass.

  “Yes, please.”

  After I give London another drink, I go busy myself with a group of girls who’ve approached the bar. Two are pretty hot, but neither have anything on London.

  When London first walked into the bar, my dick twitched, wanting to say hello immediately. She strutted in wearing a black shirt tucked into a white skirt with a white blazer to match. Her long legs were on display, showing off a slight tan, and her black heels click-clacked across the hardwood floor as she made her way to me. Her blond hair fell well past her shoulders in waves, and all I could think was that she didn’t belong in this small town. She belonged in Hollywood or on a runway. More importantly, she belonged in my bed.

  However, that was also the day I found out she was off limits. Hunt
er called her shortly after she settled in in front of me, and I heard enough to know she wasn’t single.

  So, while I still like to flirt with her, I mainly focus on the people who are available.

  “Hey ladies. How can I serve you?” I flirt.

  “Service me?” One of them asks, flirting back. “I can think of some ways.”

  I throw her a smile and take her order first. She orders a Long Island iced tea, two of the other ones get margaritas, and the last one orders water since she’s the designated driver.

  “You guys here to check out the band?” I ask.

  “They are,” the flirty one states. “I’m here to check out the bartender.”

  Midge and London’s high-pitched cackle floats across the room.

  “Is that right?” I slide the drink across the bar, allowing my hand to linger for the briefest moment. “You hear something about me?”

  Her tongue snakes out and runs across her top lip. “Maybe.”

  Small town means big gossip. I’ve had my fair share of women, so I don’t doubt they tell a friend, and that friend tells a friend, so word gets around.

  “Must’ve been good.”

  Once I get the other girls’ their drinks and gather their money, they wander off, leaving their friend to me.

  “Oh, it was good.”

  “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

  “Olive,” she answers, batting her long, dark lashes at me.

  “Well, Olive. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Royce.”

  “I know who you are,” she states, before sinking her teeth into her plump bottom lip.

  I take my time to look study her as she ogles me. She’s got a pair of black, skinny jeans on, a white top that shows an inch or two of her flat stomach, and her perky tits look like they want to bust out of the tight shirt. Her big brown eyes pin me in place, waiting for my response.

  “I’ll be here all night, darlin’. If you’re willing to wait around for me.”

  She nods her head. “Okay.”

  “Okay, then,” I say, giving her a parting wink.

  “Just that easy, huh?” Craig says.

  “What can I say?” I remark with a shrug.

  “Did you tell her one of your hilarious jokes?” London inquires as I walk past her.

  “I didn’t. You think I should?”

  “Pretty sure you already got that in the bag,” Midge giggles. “Or bed.”

  “Well, London told me all I needed to do was ask them to sleep with me. You know, since I’m the most attractive man in this town.”

  Midge’s eyebrows shoot up right before she gapes at London. “That’s what you said?”

  London scoffs. “Definitely didn’t say he was the most attractive man in town. I said he was the cockiest.”

  I shrug. “I heard what I heard.”

  “You are pretty good-looking,” Midge admits, giving me a once over. “You and your brothers definitely have the top four spots sewn up. I’m not sure in which order I’d rank you, though.”

  “Well, for the sake of my ego, and since you’re right in front of me, please say I’m number one.”

  “Oh whatever. Get back to work,” she jokes, throwing her cherry stem at me.

  I glance at my watch and notice it’s almost nine. The band is about to get on stage soon, so it’s time to get things ready.

  “Well, ladies. Time to see how these new guys measure up.”

  I adjust the lighting, making it even darker throughout the room, while lighting the stage up. I cut off the music that’s already blaring through the surround sound and head to the stage to introduce the new band.

  “All right, people. It’s time to introduce an up-and-coming band. They have big shoes to fill, but let’s give ‘em a shot, okay? Welcome to the stage, The Remington Six.”

  As I make my way back to the bar, Olive stops me by grabbing my forearm. I chat with her for a minute before getting back to work, but it doesn’t go unnoticed that London was watching me the whole time.

  Acknowledgments

  There’s always a group of people I have to thank when it comes time to write these, but the first person will always be my husband. Will, thank you so much for your constant support and unwavering belief in me and the books I write. I’m so grateful you were around this time to help me with edits. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much.

  Robin, gah! I’m sure I’ve said this before, but this cover might be my favorite! You always work your amazing, magical skills and create a masterpiece. Thank you!

  Megan Cooley and Mia Orozco, thank you for being my first beta readers and for your wonderful words that let me know how much you loved it. Kizzy, Lindsey King, and Lyndsey Wharton, thank you for your kind words regarding this book. I’m so happy you all fell for Cillian.

  Candi Kane, I’m so thrilled to work with you this time around. I can’t thank you enough for all the time and effort you put into getting the cover of my book, an ARC of my book, and teasers from my book, to bloggers who then get them to readers. So appreciative of you.

  Kay, thanks for your time and effort into making sure I have the best manuscript I can have. I’m always learning new things because of you.

  To the readers, you are why I keep writing. Thank you for choosing my book to read. I hope you enjoyed.

  Bloggers, your time and dedication to reading, reviewing, and posting doesn’t go unnoticed. Thank you for everything.

  Also by Isabel Lucero

  The Secrets That We Keep

  WAR

  Resurrecting Phoenix

  Think Again

  Darkness Within

  The Escort Series

  Living in Sin

  Unforgivable Sin

  Sins & Mistrust

  Sinfully Ever After

  The Kingston Brothers Series

  On the Rocks

  About the Author

  Isabel Lucero is a bestselling author, finding joy in giving readers books for every mood.

  Born in a small town in New Mexico, Isabel was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband’s career in the Air Force. Her and her husband have three kids and two dogs together, and currently reside in Delaware.

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