“How old were you?”
Jade lifted a finger.
I sighed. “Dare.”
The woman was going to wipe the fucking floor with me in this game, and we both knew it. I might as well hand her the mop.
“Pants off, Jones.”
I stood up and dropped my jeans. The way she checked me out erased any possible discomfort with stripping while she was fully clothed.
“How old were you?” I repeated.
“Barely nineteen. You didn’t technically ask, but I’ll give you this—I was in a handful of messy, toxic relationships in the year after I lost my dad. Being alone in the world so young really fucked with me.”
“How long has it been since you dated someone seriously?”
She flashed me a teasing smile. “Truth or dare?”
If I went with another dare, I was going to end up naked while she was still fully clothed.
“Truth,” I said.
“Ooh.” A wicked look flashed in her eyes.
I was probably going to regret this.
“Which of your pack members is your favorite?” she checked.
That was a hell of a lot better than I expected.
Maybe she wanted to drag out the floor-wiping.
“Connor.”
“Why?”
I gave her a pointed look.
She waved a hand. “Truth.”
If I wanted to even the playing field clothing-wise, I was going to have to get her to switch to a dare by asking her a question she really didn’t want to answer.
One I wouldn’t want to hear the answer to, either.
“Describe every moment of your most recent sexual encounter in extreme detail,” I said.
Delight flashed in her eyes. “Damn, Jones. I didn’t think you had it in you. I’m impressed.”
“I aim to please,” I drawled.
Jade laughed. “Alright, hit me with your dare.”
“Take your shirt off.”
She tugged it over her head, and my cock immediately jumped.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
