Truth or Dare: Party Games, Book 2 (14 page)

Her eyes full of resignation, she murmured, “I know.”

“We’ll make it work, Miki.” Grant leaned against the headboard.

“How?” She turned to look over her shoulder. “How does anyone make something like this work, Grant? Thinking we can have any more than this one weekend is foolish and stupid. Someone is bound to get hurt if not all of us. I can’t pretend this could be something it can’t. I’ll never do that again.”

Dayne caressed her cheek with a fingertip. “Why not just live in the moment? Enjoy what we have and worry about the rest when it comes. You can’t deny you want to be here, Miki.”

“I’m not.” She leaned her face into his palm, rubbed against him like a cat. “There’s no doubt for any of us that I want to be here, with both of you, but this isn’t the real world. We’ve wrapped ourselves in a bubble and the minute we step outside the whole thing will burst.”

He hated the pain on her face, in her eyes, but he couldn’t think of any words that would make it go away. The ones he wanted to utter would only send her running, and she was close to doing that now.

“We stepped outside today, Miki, and nothing came crashing down.”

Grant’s words were true, they had ventured out as a threesome. Sure, they hadn’t really pushed any social boundaries, but they’d made a start.

Dayne stretched out next to Miki and propped his head on one hand while stroking her arm with the other. The silkiness of her skin intrigued him—the covering of fine hair, the sprinkle of freckles in a multitude of browns and reds on a backdrop of milky white. Dayne could spend forever exploring every inch of her.

“Do you really think we can take today as the norm?” Miki asked.

“No, but then even in the most normal circumstances not every day is a picnic.” Dayne argued.

Miki yawned, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

“Let’s not talk about it now. You’re tired and things never look good when you’re wrung out.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Come on, curl up and go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

She wiggled over until she was snuggled up against his chest. Dayne wrapped one arm around her waist and the other one under the pillow they shared. Grant slid down and spooned himself to Miki’s back. He didn’t mind that his hand touched Grant’s stomach or that Grant’s hand lay on Dayne’s waist. It felt right for the three of them to be connected in such a way. Miki’s soft breath ruffled the hair on his chest, tickled his nipple and heated his blood, sending arousal through his veins.

His body may want her, but Dayne knew none of them needed another hot and heavy session right now. If they had any hope of taking things to the next level they had to push aside the physical and focus on the emotional. They knew they worked well together in bed, too well to some extent, and it was overshadowing the rest of what they had. From now on he’d concentrate on wooing her heart. He knew they already had her body.

Chapter Seven

Grant woke as the sun peeked over the horizon and shone in through the windows. He should get up and close the shutters before the light got too bright and disturbed Miki or Dayne. But pulling himself away from the warm bundle of woman next to him didn’t appeal at all. Her scent surrounded him, filled his room until all he could think about was rolling on top of her and sinking deep inside her warm body. She lay sprawled on her back, naked except for the two arms draped across her stomach. It should be strange to have his best friend asleep on the other side of her, but the only thing he felt at the moment was contentment.

The room grew lighter and he knew it was time to force himself to move or risk Miki waking and leaving. Last night, before they’d gone to sleep, she’d questioned what was happening between them, and with the rising of the sun those concerns would be back. Grant would do anything to put off the conversation that might result in her walking away. With a sigh, he rolled over and sat up. He pushed off the bed and took a step when Miki’s voice stopped him.

“Where are you going?”

The sleepy rumble vibrated in his ears and rolled through him with a shudder. He closed his eyes, savouring the sound of Miki first thing in the morning. He turned to take in the sight of her in his bed—eyes closed, one arm flung above her head and the other draped across her breasts.

“Closing the shutters before the sun really comes up.”

“It’s morning?” Her nose and eyes crinkled up.

“No. Pretend you never saw the light,” Dayne grumbled from the other side of the bed.

“Easy to do. I haven’t opened my eyes yet.” She stretched both arms over her head and arched her back off the bed. “Oh God, I hurt all over. What the hell did we do…?”

Grant watched Miki flush from her toes to her head, the blush turning her freckled complexion a delicate crimson. He forgot all about the shutters. In a second, Grant found himself back on the bed, hands either side of her head with his lips slanting over hers. Nothing mattered except tasting her, taking her. His tongue dipped deep, stroked across her teeth to slide over the smooth flesh beyond. She moaned and the sound caught in their mouths as the kiss went on and on.

The bed beside them sank as Dayne moved closer. Grant felt his friends’ hair brush his chest as Dayne sought Miki’s breasts with his mouth. Pulling his lips from hers, Grant licked and nipped his way over her chin and down the smooth column of her throat. At the bottom of that sleek line he sucked on the shallow indent where her pulse beat at a frantic pace, before tracing the tip of his tongue along her collarbone. She gasped and arched beneath him when he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Lapping at his mark, Grant soothed the small pain and continued on lower.

Dayne moved higher, took his turn at her mouth, and Grant made a bee-line for the sweet nipple standing at attention. The hard bud stabbed into his tongue and he sucked it to the roof of his mouth, pressing and suckling for long drawn-out minutes. He feasted, licked and nibbled the supple mound of her breast, only to return time and again to that tortured peak. Miki made erotic little noises as she squirmed beneath him. Grant groaned around her flesh, her skin vibrating under his lips.

“Oh, God. Do that again,” Miki pleaded breathlessly.

Whether it was a cry for him or Dayne to repeat their actions, Grant didn’t know and didn’t care. He had plans to explore more of her. Each rib drew his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Grant glanced up to watch her face as he traced the dip of her bellybutton. Dayne leaned in to catch her soft cry when Grant nipped at her hipbone. Caught by the perfect slope between body and thigh, he nuzzled and kissed his way south.

The scent of her arousal surrounded him and her pussy sparkled with the evidence of her pleasure. Grant nudged her legs apart and slid his fingers through the soaked folds of her slit. She bucked into his hand and ground her cunt on his probing digits. Covered with her wet heat, he pushed her towards release. He stroked in and out, two fingers, three.

“Please.” Miki writhed on the bed, her hips undulating against his touch.

“Please what, Miki?” Dayne rose to his knees beside her. “What do you want?”

“More. Please, Dayne. Grant. More,” she panted.

Dayne reached over, grabbed a condom from the bedside table and he threw it at Grant before leaning back to retrieve another one. Grant pulled his fingers from her clenching channel and quickly sheathed his pulsing cock. Miki wrapped her legs around his hips and, pressing her feet into his arse, she dragged him closer. His latex-covered length slid in her thick cream, back and forth, as he teased them both. Then, with a growl, Grant lined himself up and drove into her.

Both of them moaned as her muscles clung to his invading shaft. Balls deep, he held still, riveted by the feel of her wet heat surrounding him. She bucked off the bed, forcing his length deeper. Control snapped. He retreated, advanced, retreated. The slick glide of rippling walls set a fire in his groin. Miki met him thrust for thrust—both taking and giving in equal measure. Grant ground his pelvis into hers, pressed his weight down and drove her into the mattress.

He glanced up, saw Dayne guiding Miki’s mouth to his cock and Grant shuddered at the sight. She went willingly, her tongue darting out to swipe at the plump head before her damp lips parted around his friend’s girth and sucked him in.

Dayne threw his head back and groaned. “God, yes. You feel so good.”

Grant timed his thrusts with Dayne’s and watched his friend fuck her mouth. They set an insistent rhythm and continued to plunge into her body with increasing speed.

“Flick the head with your tongue.” Dayne’s hands were tangled in Miki’s hair. “Oh yeah.”

Miki moaned around Dayne’s cock. Her head bobbed up and down on the pillow and her hips bucked off the bed, meeting them both with equal demand.

His balls ached and his sac tightened, tucked close to his body. Straining, Grant concentrated on holding off his orgasm until Miki reached hers. He squeezed a hand between them, found her clit and stroked the hard knot. Her body jerked and she lost her suction on Dayne’s cock as she cried out with her release. The walls of her cunt clamped around him, seized his shaft before fluttering wildly along the entire length. He drove on, pounding into her as he lost sight and came with a roar in his ears.

Grant collapsed forward, buried in her pulsing channel, his testicles emptied out. Surge after surge of sperm filled the condom. Miki gasped for air beneath him, and with the last of his energy, he pulled free and rolled aside.

Dayne rolled the protection down his length, his hands shaking. He leapt from the bed, grabbed Miki’s ankles and flipped her over as he hauled her to the edge. Raising her hips, Dayne brought her to her knees and stepped into her waiting warmth. The first brush of his cock on her wet folds sent a lightning bolt up his spine. Sweat coated his back and chest, trickled down his face. She made him hotter than a furnace in hell, but he embraced the burn. Nothing felt better than the fire that exploded to life whenever he touched her.

She moaned, her back arched and her shoulders dropped to the bed, her face pressed into the sheet. The round curve of her arse surged towards him, her slick pussy sucking at his erection, the crown sinking inside her tight channel. With a groan, he flexed his hips and drove his cock into her clenching depths. Scorched from root to tip, he let the blaze capture him.

Already on the edge from the attention of Miki’s mouth, Dayne clung to the rim as he slammed into her. Two thrusts, three. Four, five. He ground his teeth, bit his tongue, but nothing could mask the sheer pleasure of fucking Miki. With embarrassing speed, he toppled over, racked by shudders, his vision blurred along with his mind. Slumping forward, he curled an arm around her waist and searched for that spot that would have her joining him in bliss.

Dayne stroked her clit in the same rhythm as his cock stroked in and out of her cunt. Her muscles contracted, clamping and releasing his length in a wave of pure insanity. Miki came and every nerve ending exploded with the final burst of come squeezed from his balls as she convulsed around him. He was rocked by the intensity and his hips jerked uncontrollably, his breath caught and his knees buckled. They collapsed onto the mattress, both trembling with the final spasms of release and gasping for air.

Still buried in her pussy, his cock jerked as the blood drained away and he slipped free of her hold. Dayne pushed up on his arms, muscles shaking, and lifted the bulk of his weight off her. He stepped back on unsteady legs and fell to the bed beside her.

“Jesus.”

“Mmm.” Dayne couldn’t even form a word. That had to be the single most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had, and they’d done plenty of mind blowing this past weekend.

“Fuck, that was hot to watch,” Grant growled from somewhere above him.

“Hope you got a good look because there won’t be a repeat performance.” Dayne’s gut cramped at Miki’s words.

“Why the hell not?” Grant’s tone was fraught with anxiety.

“I think I’m dead,” Miki gasped. “Can’t have sex if I’m dead.”

Thank God.
For a second Dayne thought she meant it was over. It couldn’t be over. The sex was getting hotter every time, and his suspicion of how he felt about Miki was now fact. He
was
in love with her. There was no mistaking what he suddenly knew to the very marrow of his bones.

He rolled over, tugged Miki into his arms and cuddled her close. They lay crossways on the bed and Grant scooted around to join them. Spooning along her back, his best friend slung his arm over both of them, his hand planted firmly in the middle of Dayne’s back. His heart pinched. This is what he wanted every day for the rest of his life, and he’d be fucked if he let anything or anyone get in the way of them being together.

“God, I love you, Miki.”

The words were out before he could stop them. She stiffened between them.

“No.” Her whispered word carried all the fear he knew she held inside and some that he had no clue about.

“Yes.” He kissed her forehead. “It’s the way I feel. I’m not asking for you to reciprocate, well, not yet anyway. All I want is for you to know this isn’t just sex for me, not that it ever was.” She tried to tug from their embrace.

“Miki. Just hear me out, okay?” Dayne held her tighter. “All I want is a chance to see if we can make this work.”

“We can’t.”

“Why not?” Grant asked.

“Because!”

“That’s not an answer.” Dayne could feel his anger at her refusal to even listen growing. “We promised not to hold anything back and this is part of it. I love you like I never thought myself possible of and I’m not about to hide it under the bed until you’re ready to deal with it. I
need
to work this out, Miki.” He didn’t like the pleading note in his voice, but he’d get down on his knees and beg if he had to.

“I can’t.” She wriggled and jerked from their hold and scurried from the bed. “I won’t. I did the whole relationship thing once, I can’t do it again. Never again.”

Her head swivelled from side to side, her gaze scanning the room. She folded her arms around her stomach and clutched at her sides, her fingers digging in to her skin. She stood there, naked, and shivered from head to toe. They weren’t going to work through whatever the hell she was scared of quickly. Dayne had the sick feeling they’d be lucky to find out what held her back. She was closing herself off. He could see it in her body language and in her eyes. Those blue orbs held so much fear, so much pain.