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“Because I want to hear the truth from you.”
Jack was the one who encouraged me to always say what I wanted—needed—to say. So
long as it was the truth, it was worth saying. But nothing felt that simple. Still, I couldn’t back down from his challenge.
“I’ll give you the truth, but I can’t promise you’ll like it.”
“I would expect nothing less,” Jack said. “Now say it. Hot or cold?”
With a deep breath, I admitted, “Hot.”
Cal realized that this went deeper than the fire and he caught on real quick. Because I saw the thing he made me believe in: hope.
“So long as you’re answering questions and offering up the truth…” Cal scooted closer.
“Wait,” I glanced between Jack and Cal. I had to get some kind of control of this moment, otherwise, I’d lose myself to it and them before I could pull back. And I promised all of us that I wouldn’t be an obstacle. “When did this turn into ganging up on Lana?” I asked.
Cal smiled. “That’s been going on since day one, Kitten.”
I huffed and worked another angle. “I think we need more rules.”
“Like?” Jack asked, intrigued.
“Like, no touching,” I said and his gaze went black with annoyance, and Cal just looked bummed out.
“I can’t touch you, huh?” Cal asked.
“Neither of you can.” I took another sip, hoping the vodka would bring a bit more liquid courage with it. Because when the two men exchanged a knowing glance, I knew that they were speaking in their silent way again.
“Okay, back to the truth then,” Jack said. “Neither of us can touch you, but I want to hear about what you like touching.”
I frowned. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said.
“Yeah, but I don’t know what the point is.”
“The point is, you offered up terms of honesty in exchange for no touching. Those terms were accepted.”
“Time to pay up,” Cal said, and took his own drink of cocoa.
Great. Somehow they’d managed to sneakily turn this turn into truth or dare, minus the dare and upping the truth while I sat over the flames while two men closed in on me. Not physically, but in every other way possible. Painted into a corner wasn’t the half of it.
“Do you miss being touched?” Jack repeated his question, only more direct this time. Damn him.
“Yes.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“No.”
There, he was getting his truth and I was trying to hold myself together. He obviously didn’t like my tactics, but he chose to start this little battle of wills. I was staying true to my terms.
“Alright, then it’s up to me to interpret.” He scooted closer until his mouth hovered over my ear. “I also like pulling from memory to support such interpretations.” His closeness put the fire to shame and he whispered so only I could hear. “I recall that every time I touched your pussy, you were already wet and hot. Which means you obviously liked some kind of touching before that.”
I kept still, because if I turned to look him in the eyes, my mouth would meet his. Jack was baiting me again. Whispering every naughty thing to make my blood pressure spike. Though Cal couldn’t hear, a tremor of wicked lust beat beneath my skin, knowing he was in the room while Jack continued his verbal seduction.
“Would you like to know one of my favorite memories in particular?” Jack asked quietly.
